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I have no idea how he knows I am, but I’m determined to come together.

“I feel how tight you are.”Oh, that’s how.His cock strokes my inner walls as the jets hammer my swollen nerves. “I know you’re close. Don’t fight it.”

“Together.” I shake my head.

“You think I won’t go over the instant I feel that ass milking my cock? Let go, Sloan. Come all over my dick.”

That does it. One second, I’m climbing, the next I’m floating. My spasms are so powerful they rob all the strength from my legs, forcing Carter to wrap his arm around my waist to hold me upright with one hand as he milks my cock with the other.

“Fuck!” he cries as he pumps toward his release, going still when it overtakes him. I feel him throbbing inside me as he pants, and my head slumps forward to rest against the wall while I struggle to catch my breath.

I’m not sure whether it’s the man or these jets, but shower sex is officially my new favorite kink.

“Will I always have to get dirty for you to clean me up like this?” I peer over my shoulder with a mischievous smirk.

“No.” Carter’s eyes are still hooded though his voice is heavy with exhaustion. “Though I have a feeling we’re going to be the cleanest people in town.

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Lennon

“Got a sec?” Sloan pauses in the doorway to my office, where Beck and I are going over the schedule.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I need to drop these off.” He seems to float inside, a rosy glow radiating off of him as he drops his keys to the restaurant on my desk.

“I’m glad the new office seems to be working for you. You look great.”

“Good orgasms will do that,” Beck says matter-of-factly, as if he has any idea what he’s talking about.

“I was referring to his dream job, not orgasms. And you can’t say orgasms in front of me. I promised your mother working here would be a good experience.” I only did that so the poor guy could see what life is like outside the watchful eye of his mother, who means well but was probably the inspiration for the phrase helicopter parent. Still, if the kid turns wild after working here for a few months his mom will make her displeasure known, and I’d rather not have that conversation.

“And it has been,” Beck cuts me off. “I learned that a rich hot guy sweeping you off your feet doesn’t only happen in the movies, and hands are erogenous zones. I’m going to go check my tables. Maybe there’s a rich hottie in my future.”

“This is your fault,” I point at Sloan, “but I’m going to get the blame for corrupting him, just you watch.”

“Beck serves Deacon, Blake and Ryder all the time. I guarantee he’s heard worse from them than me,” Sloan laughs.

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes, though I can’t stop myself from smiling. The man’s got a point.

“Are you sure you’re good on servers? I can stick around so you aren’t short-handed,” Sloan offers.

“I appreciate that, but we both know serving wasn’t your calling. This career isn’t for everyone. Go chase your dream, this is mine.” I give him a hug and send him off before heading out to help my staff.

It’s uncharacteristically hot for the mountains in June, making me grateful I opted for the cotton kilt-style skirt today. It lets the air swish around my legs, keeping me nice and cool even with the chunky combat boots. Plus, I had the foresight to order cropped tank tops with the Murphy’s logo, so even though the bare arms and couple inches of visible abs reveal more skin—and ink—than what might beconsidered proper in a restaurant, I should be perfectly comfortable during the busy lunch rush.

And damn, is it ever busy.

For the next forty minutes I barely have time to breathe, though whenever I pause to take an order or ring up a check, time seems to slow. To stop almost.

That’s when I feel it.

The tingle.

It starts at the base of my spine, a tiny prickle of awareness that stretches slowly upward until it reaches my neck, my shoulders, its fingers curling around me until I'm engulfed in its heated palm.

I know without having to look that I’m being watched. Studied. That should make me uneasy, and maybe it would if the tingle gave me a cool shiver. But it doesn’t. It makes my heart flutter, soothing me. Warming me even as it coaxes goosebumps to the surface of my skin. It makes me feel adored despite being ogled.

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