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Aria opens the door and lets me inside. As soon as the door closes and the security system engaged, I pull her tight to me. Burying my face in her neck, I breathe in the citrus scent of her shampoo. We stand like this for several minutes, unwilling to move away from each other. Finally, I lean back and run my eyes over her beautiful face.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, surprisingly, I am. Glad it’s over, and being here doesn’t feel like crap anymore. I even took a long shower and didn’t feel like I was being watched,” she answers.

“That’s great. I don’t want you to ever feel like he made you feel again,” I murmur.

We take seats on the couch and relax for a few minutes, chatting about unimportant things. Then, Aria surprises me with a small laugh.

“When Gunner lifted Dale and drove his head into the floor, everyone gasped. I think Gunner might have thought we did that because of the violence, but it wasn’t. We all got an eyeful of the sexy panties on Dale’s white ass. That piece of shit stole my newest and sexiest pair, and the first time I get to see them on a body, it’s his!” Aria says, then snickers again.

“Georgeanne said that Dale wearing them has made her rethink wearing lingerie before she loses a few pounds. It was hysterical! That’s what she’s thinking while Gunner’s fighting a guy with a knife. I don’t think any of us had any doubt about who was going to win. Gunner was ferocious and unmerciful. Even the patient sitting in the waiting room was rooting Gunner on. She’s the one who gave us the belt from her coat to tie his feet. Our only maleemployee, Cory, our hygienist, gave us his shoelaces for Dale’s hands. It was a full team effort, but Gunner was by far the star.”

“How bad was his stab wound?” I ask, smiling at her description of the events.

“He got stabbed in the thigh, and luckily, it didn’t hit bone. It took eleven stitches to close it, though. It was a large kitchen knife with a wicked blade. He didn’t even say he’d been stabbed until he showed up at Pooh’s house. Badass!”

“You and Gunner are good now?” I ask, already knowing but wanting to hear it in her words.

“I wasn’t thrilled when he relieved my brother, to be honest. But he pulled me aside and apologized for how he’d acted the other day and then told me that no matter what happened, he’d keep me and my coworkers safe. It was clear he meant every word, and then he did just that. Everyone has days where we don’t ‘human’ very well, and I get that. We’re good, I promise,” Aria explains.

“What did he say to you before you left?” I question.

“He said he’d tag team with me any day,” Aria says with a wide grin.

I laugh because that sounds exactly like something Gunner would say.

When Aria’s phone rings, I leave her on the couch, reassuring her family of her safety. Stepping into the kitchen area, I use my phone to order us dinner. I check a few emails and texts and return to her side when she disconnects.

“I ordered food. After we eat, I need a shower,” I say.

“I’m starved, so thank you.”

We eat, conversation flowing easily, and drink a couple of glasses of wine. When I start to clean up the mess, Aria waves me off, so I head to her room. Stripping, I step into the shower under the hot water. I sigh at how good it feels before I start to spread soap over my body. Hearing the shower door click, I look over my shoulder in time to see Aria’s hair, tied up in a messy bun, moving behind me.

“Let me do that. Place your hands on the wall, please and thank you,” Aria says in a quiet but husky voice.

I do exactly as instructed and drop my head down, closing my eyes in anticipation. Aria does not disappoint. A shiver runs up my spine when her soapy hands circle my waist then move upward, spreading soap over my pecs. She stops moving them long enough to pinch each of my nipples, and I smile when I hear her small giggle. I quit smiling when she presses her breasts, nipples hardened, against my back and drops her hands to my hips. I catch myself guessing where they will move next, but Aria isn’t as predictable as I thought.

Her hands disappear, but before I can protest, they land on my hips again. She must have soaped them up again because when I open my eyes, they are full of suds. While she rubs small circles over my hipbones and across my lower stomach, I notice her feet and how delicate they look beside mine. Dainty coral-colored toenails curl slightly when her hands come close to my cock and uncurl when they move away. Unconsciously, she’s anticipating the same pleasure I am.

Her hands disappear again, and I blow out a breath. I breathe in slowly and fully again when her sudsy hands start making swirlsover my shoulders, down across my back, and landing on my ass. Gently kneading, it’s oddly erotic as hell. Her nails scrape lightly before one hand dips low, and a finger brushes across the skin right behind my balls. I raise my head and drop it backward in pleasure.

“Aria,” I say, and even I can hear the want in my voice.

“Shhh. Feel it. Enjoy it,” she huskily whispers.

Her breasts push into my back again, and her hard nipples are obviously as aroused as I am. They disappear, but her fingernail scrapes against the same spot as before, and my body jerks involuntarily. It makes the same movement when both hands encircle my thigh, and she slides them up and down, soaping my leg up. When her hands move upward, the back of one brushes against my balls, and I feel them tighten in response.

Moving to the other leg, she repeats every move the same as the first time. I’m now gritting my teeth, wanting so much more but not wanting to take this away from her. When she stands upright, her hands slide around and finally, fucking finally, grasp my cock and give it a slow, long stroke.

“Fuck, Aria,” I say in a low tone.

One hand continues the stroking while the other drops down and grips my ball sack. Tugging on it lightly, I groan, slightly spreading my legs more to give her all the access she wants. Her movements remain smooth and provocative, and I’m fighting myself to not start thrusting wildly in her hands.

“Harder?” she asks.

“Fuck, yeah. Harder, Aria,” I mutter.

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