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“No.”

He took hold of her hands when she held them up in front of her.

“You’ve got nothing to hide from me.” He locked their fingers together, and she stared at them.

“I need a shower.” She pulled away from him, and trying to hold her head high, she made her way toward her room, going straight for the bathroom. The last thing she wanted to deal with was what the hell was going on inside her own head. Turning on the shower, she held her fingers underneath the running water, waiting until it was warm enough for her to stand under.

Holding her face up to the shower, she closed her eyes, and tried to block out the sight of the two of them together. Their reflections in the mirror. It was driving her crazy, thinking about it.

It’s fine.

You had sex with a stranger.

Everyone does it all the time.

Running her hands down her face, she then went up, pushing her hair off her face.

“You’re not a whore,” Easton said.

She gasped and spun around, opening her eyes to see Easton standing naked in the shower. He was all muscles, and his skin was completely plain without a single blemish or tattoo on his body.

“Excuse me.”

“I don’t want you to be worried, or trying to figure out what is going on between us,” he said, leaning over her to pick up the soap. “This is our relationship, and I’ll never embarrass you.”

“You’re calling this a relationship?” she asked.

“Don’t you think it is?”

She shook her head. “How can it be a relationship? I don’t understand.”

He ran the soap in his hands, lathering it up, and he spun her around and pulled her close so that her back was against him.

“How can it not be? I’ve just been balls deep inside you, and you’re completely mine, Hadley.”

“You’re paying me for sex.”

“Think of it as companionship. If all I wanted was sex, I wouldn’t be in this shower right now, talking to you, and making sure you’re okay. I’d be out there, negotiating shit.” He pressed a kiss to her neck. “I want you to be comfortable, and I don’t want you to see fucking me as a job.” One of his hands rested on her stomach, pulling her back.

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Easton was ready to go again. His cock was hard and ready to fuck.

What was it about this woman that made him want to follow her to make sure she was okay? He didn’t get it, not at all. Their relationship was unconventional, but it was still a good one. Her pussy had been heaven, and yes, he’d tasted it without getting the results of their physical. He trusted her, and he honestly didn’t understand why. They hadn’t known each other long enough to build up that kind of trust.

“Do you feel that?” he asked, pressing his cock against her ass. “That’s what you do to me, and that’s what makes me so damn hard that I can’t concentrate.”

“Easton, this is … wrong,” she said.

He slid his hand between her thighs and fingered her pussy. “You think this is wrong?” He pinched her clit, and waited for the little scream as he ran his fingers up and down her slit. She was already wet for him.

“Please.”

“You’re so wet, Hadley. I think you’re lying to me about what you want, what you need.” Plunging two fingers inside her pussy, he groaned at how tight she was. “Give yourself over to me, and I’ll make every single fantasy come true.” Using his thumb, he ran it over her clit, feeling her pussy tighten around his fingers.

With his other hand, he cupped her breast, pinching the nipple. As he sucked at her pulse, they both groaned, and it was impossible for him not to relish the sounds.

Hadley went soft in his arms, and he released her once again, spinning her around, and moving her so her back touched the wall. She let out a little gasp, complaining about the tile being cold.

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