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I grin. “Not that fast. We’ll have to be social all day. I want to get my fill of you and your sweet touches now.” I rock against her. We’ll fuck soon enough. Slow and hard and fast, too, at the end. But first, she was teasing me. I want more of that. I set her down, then step back, leaning against the other wall.

I spread my arms wide. “Touch away.”

Her face lights up and she reaches for me. My abs first, just like on the beach. Then lower, tracing her fingertips through the grooves in front of my hips. My muscles bunch and tighten under her attention, and she drifts to her knees.

Oh, yes.

So far, the only blow jobs she’s given me have been in bed, with her on top and in control.

But I love her kneeling in front of me. It satisfies something heady and primal deep inside me—even though of course, she’s still in charge here, too.

She blinks up at me, her eyes bright and wide as she wraps her fingers around my cock. “Just touch?”

I swallow hard. “Your choice.”

She slides her tongue around the head, and I thunk my skull back against the tile. All awareness in my body has converged on my rock-hard erection and the delicate licks she’s laying on it. Soft, velvet teases.

My balls tighten up, and my throbbing tip slicks with pre-come. Before I can tell her to lick that up, she wraps her mouth around the entire head and pulls gently as she begins to stroke me.

Up, suck. Down, lick. In between each stroke, a wide-eyed, pleased glance up at me.

Fuck yeah, I’m pleased too. “You’re so good at that,” I murmur, pushing a wet strand of hair off her cheek. “Take me a little deeper. That’s my girl. God, Cara, yes. Your mouth. Ah…”

I pump my hips gently as she swallows more of my length, bringing her lips all the way to her fingers. In and out. Tight and hot and perfect.

When she pulls off with a slurp, I lurch from the loss. But she returns immediately with a condom, and I watch through lust-hazed eyes as she rolls it down my length.

Then I lift her up again and press her back against the wall, my legs pushing her thighs open. I stroke through her folds, testing that she’s ready for me. I find her wet, slick, hot.

We’re both breathing hard as I push up, spearing into her and stretching her pussy wide.

Her breathy moan as I bottom out inside her makes me crazy.

“So good,” she whispers, and that’s even better. “How is this so good?”

Because love. Because friendship. Because kismet and chemistry and fearless promises.

Promise me you won’t marry some random guy. I didn’t have any right to make that demand, but I’m so damn glad I did.

“Only with you,” I growl, thrusting into her again. She wraps her wet limbs around my body as I surge us together. Her breasts mash against my chest, her mouth latches onto my neck, and I lose myself to the swirl of the best sex of my life.

When she comes, it’s a long, sustained, rippling orgasm that demands my own climax. Her body milks me with almost endless spasms, until I sag against her and my softened erection slips out of her.

My heart pounds as I hold her against me.

She looks up at me and everything stops. It’s just the two of us in this moment. I can feel myself smiling at her, tender and soft. See the light in her eyes as she returns the expression.

“A sunrise and shower sex,” she says softly. “Not bad for our one-week anniversary.”

I catch her mouth with mine and kiss her swollen lips before reaching past her to turn off the water. “And the day is still young.”

EPILOGUE

CARA

Toronto

June, again

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