Page 65 of Taking Chances

“Sorry, I’m not used to bathing with women. I forgot you little hellions like scorching hot water.” I turn the faucet to the hottest setting.

Her eyes crinkle, her soft giggles filling the room. “So, you don’t make a habit of bathing with the women you sleep with?” I help her get into the tub before settling in behind her.

“Hard no. There are no baths at most of the clubs, and I never take those women home.” My hands travel her soft skin, raising goosebumps in their wake.

“How come?”

“I just don’t enter the kind of relationships where you visit each other’s homes.” Or any kind of relationships.

“Oh.”

Soaping up my hands, I begin lathering her up. “How are you feeling?” I ask her, my dick already semi-hard.

“Not sure.” She huffs a sardonic laugh. “Is that weird?”

“Tell me more.”

“I feel like I should be embarrassed at what just transpired, shocked by it… but I’m also not. I feel at peace. I also feel kind of drunk if that makes sense.”

“Not weird at all. Shame is what often happens after a scene. That’s also one of the reasons aftercare is a must. And the ‘drunk’ feeling, it’s the endorphins. Your body is high on them. And crashing from it can sometimes be hard.”

“What do you mean?” She plays with a soap bubble, not turning around toward me.

“That feeling of shock, or shame, can hit you after the fact. Even after you get home, or tomorrow. So, please let me know if it does so we can talk it out.”

She nods, her baby-pink colored nail traveling up my arm. “What do these mean?”

“This is a phoenix, both burnt down and reborn. It symbolizes a new beginning. Or letting go of the past.”

“When did you make it?”

“Five years ago.” I clear my throat, a lump stuck in my throat. “You? Not much for tattoos?”

She chuckles. “No, I love them. But I guess I never felt like they were for me.” Her shoulders lift. “A tattoo is something that can hardly make everyone happy and I already had a hard time trying to do that on my own.” This time, she changes the subject. “Speaking of making everyone happy, how did I do?” Her voice is insecure, her hands below the water.

“You were perfect, Firecracker. The way you submitted to your own pleasure was nothing short of heavenly.”

“And… to you? How was it for you?”

“I haven’t come that fast since I was a teenager.” Her satisfied giggle hits me in my chest. I shampoo her hair, and not even my 4in1 shampoo or the lack of hairstyling abilities can make her any less beautiful. Not after what we just went through.

Not after trusting me so completely.

I’ve done some kinky, depraved shit. But nothing affected me as much as the sight ofherletting go.

We wash off, and I wrap her in the biggest towel I have.

“Want me to order something to eat?” I offer, tying a towel around my waist.

“No, thank you. I’m still full from before. Could you please bring my clothes up?”

“Sure, leaving already?”

“Yeah, I’m getting up early tomorrow and heading to the shelter I volunteer at.”

“Oh, cool.”

“Want to join me?”

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