Page 9 of All Her Broken Pieces

“If you think what we did tonight was just sex?—”

“Nope, I’m going to stop you there,” I cut him off before he can finish that thought. “It was great sex, but nothing more.” The last thing I need is a puppy following me around thinking he’s found his new home.

“If I only get one night, then I get thewholenight.”

“I didn’t agree to those terms,” I say, throwing his earlier words back at him.

“Well, I didn’t agree to only one night. So, if we’re going to compromise, I get the whole night.”

“Fine,” I acquiesce. I’ll kick him out in the morning. “But don’t expect breakfast.” The more you feed a stray, the more likely it is to return. My time in Cougar Town will only be for the night. I won’t be taking home any pets, no matter how cute this pup is.

I add conditioner to my hair, letting it sit as I scrub my body with body wash. Ethan takes the bottle from my hand, squirts some soap into his hand, and glides it over his well-defined pecs and chiseled abs as my eyes track the movement. “You’re drooling, sweetheart.”

Flustered, I roll my eyes in annoyance. How does he keep doing that? Seeing through my armor? Or am I not good enough at hiding from him?

“I’m not drooling. Can you turn around? You’re distracting me, and I need to wash all my parts without feeling like I’m a cat bathing myself in front of an audience.”

Flashing me that dimple, he smiles as he turns toward the wall. “Now I’m picturing all the positions I can bend your body into in order to lick you clean.”

“Behave. I’m almost done,” I chide as I finish washing my intimate parts. My eyes drift down to his backside. His perfectly round ass is held up by some tree trunk-looking thighs. Fuck, he looks like one of those rugby players in those videos Becka keeps sending me. He slowly bends, running the soap over his thick thighs.

As if he can feel my eyes boring holes into his backside, he stands and turns before stalking toward me, backing me up against the shower wall. He leans back as the water cascades down his body, tiny soap bubbles sluicing over his muscles. My hand moves up his abs, my finger dipping and tracing every divot along the way up to his nipple before tweaking it and rolling it between my fingers.

“Fuck, sweetheart, do you feel that energy when we touch? I’ve never felt that with anyone.”

He opens the shower door and leans out, and I momentarily feel the loss as he reaches toward the counter to grab another condom he’d brought into the bathroom. With the foil packet gripped between two fingers, he grabs my hips and grinds his cock against my pelvis. I pluck the condom from his hand and drop to my knees as I lick the drop of pre-cum off his tip.

Sucking in a breath, he hisses his appreciation as I take his thick cock into my mouth—or as much of it as I can take. I’m going to need some practice with a dick this size if I ever plan to deep-throat him.

What the fuck.Just tonight, only tonight. This is not happening again.

I continue pulling him in as far as I can, hollowing my cheeks to create the perfect amount of suction.

After a few minutes of bobbing, he grabs my hair and starts thrusting into my mouth, fucking my face. I can only take so much of him at a time, but slowly, my throat relaxes, allowing me to take more of him.

“Condom!” he barks through gritted teeth.

“I don’t mind if you come in my mouth,” I purr, holding up the condom between my fingers while swirling my tongue around the sensitive part of his head.

“Fuuuck, that mouth is perfection, but I want to come inside your tight little cunt, sweetheart.”

He pulls away long enough to roll the condom down his length before reaching up to angle the water toward the tiled wall of the shower. “Stand up and bend over. Spread your legs and grab your ankles.”

Who said yoga would never come in handy? I get into position and feel him push inside me. He grabs on to my hips and sets a steady rhythm, the slapping of our bodies creating a chorus of echoes off the shower tiles.

Like earlier in the bedroom, my orgasm builds quickly, coiling in my center as he rubs my G-spot in just the right way. Fuck me, this is a magical dick.

“Again, can’t hear that enough.”

Shit, did I say that out loud?

“Fuck, Ethan, right there. Yes….ahhhgnnn.”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Such a good girl, taking”—thrust—“me” —thrust— “so”—thrust—“well.”

I let go of my ankles and brace my hands against the shower wall so the momentum of his pounding doesn’t knock me over. Before I can adjust to the change in angle, Ethan ropes an arm around my stomach and lifts me up against him. I hook my ankles behind his knees as he carries me over to the tile bench, fully seated inside me the whole time.

He lowers us onto the bench, and I slide my feet to the floor, sitting in between his massive thighs.

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