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I curse, then lathe my tongue over her tits, stopping at each to suck both nipples into wet, needy points before lining myself up at her entrance.

“Condom?” I ask, just in case.

“Uh uh,” she whines, shaking her head from side to side.

I groan as I enter her, an animalistic, barbaric, wild man sound that rattles the windows on her pretty French doors.

“How are you this good, P?” I ask, sliding in inch by wet inch.

“I was thinking the same thing.” She smiles at me, flushed and panting, then tilts her head back when I’m all the way in.

She is so gorgeous like this. Arms pinned, head tilted back, mouth wide open, eyes clenched shut. I want her like this forever. Her pleasure as my responsibility. That reminds me of how we got here in the first place.

I grip her hip in one hand for stability and hammer her home.

“Just so you know,” I grunt out, “this isn’t going to last long. I hope you’re close.”

“Touch me,” is her response, and as I move the hand binding her wrists to her clit, she tilts forward and says, “I’ll be good and keep them up.”

“Sonot helping.”

My pace increases, the thud of her plump ass hitting the wall and the slapping of my hips to hers echoing.

“Gah!Oh fuck,right there Anthony.”

She comes out of nowhere, her walls milking my own orgasm almost immediately. I slam a hand into the wall above her head to hold myself steady as I rocket off inside her. Panting, she slides down the wall until her feet are on the floor. My forehead touches hers, and when I peel my eyes open, I realize her arms are still up above her head. Gentle but firm, I snag them and place them on my shoulders. She immediately winds one handinto my hair at the back of my head. It’s a touch I’m becoming addicted to.

“Uh…” Her quiet little noise pops the bubble. “Sorry, but it’s kind of… I need to clean up.”

Peering down, the evidence of our orgasms is leaking out, painting down the insides of her thighs.

“Fuck, if that doesn’t make me hard again.”

She squeaks out a shy giggle, and I carry her into my bathroom, propping her onto the counter while I wet a washcloth. The entire time I’m cleaning her and tucking her back into her leggings, she’s playing with my hair, massaging my scalp. When I’m finished, I bracket my hands on the counter beside her hips and purse my lips. She leans forward, accepting the short pecking kiss before laughing softly against my lips.

“Remind me never to make fun of your gym habits ever again,” she says, pulling back to wipe the hair from my forehead. I snag her wrist and kiss the center of her palm.

I follow her to the kitchen where we do the dinner dishes side by side. The glimpse I get of what could have been our normal makes the edges of my heart sing, because for the first time in almost two years, I’m starting to think thiscanbe repaired. And all it would take would be one of us finally stepping out of our comfort zones. I take the first baby step.

“What would it take to get you to quit teaching and try the author thing full time?”

“Stable ground beneath my feet,” she says bluntly. “I want to know that, if I can’t handle it, if I fail, I have something to fall back on.”

“What about someone?”

It’s the ballsiest move I’ve made, aside from moving in with the girl whose heart I tore into pieces. Pen is quiet as she finishes washing the dish in her hand, rinsing it thoroughly before handing it to me. I take it and let it rest on the drying rack.

“Just hear me out. You’re afraid of failing. I get that. I can’t take that away from you, but Icanput the ground beneath your feet. What if…” I lick my lips, thinking of this proposition kind of on my feet. “What if we stay here for another year?”

She freezes, her lips parting on a small gasp.

“What?”

“You’re looking for stable ground, Pen. Let me give it to you.”

“I thought you were supposed to be moving into your place soon?” she says, doubt in the tick of her head from side to side.

“I don’t know,” I shrug. “I’ve been caught up in a few other projects. This place isn’t going anywhere. I could stick around here for a little while.”

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