Page 83 of Allure

“The guy from the desk and Detective Rivera. You asked your father, not me.”

“You asked me to ask my dad,” he counters with a grin.

“True, but they were right. We handled it.”

“We did with some help.”

We head back inside and thank the guys for their help. Most of them have changed already, and they leave, laughing, happy, clearly pleased with themselves.

Soon enough, Declan and I are left all alone. Sensei hadn’t made an appearance. He intended to, but this morning, he called in a near panic because his wife had been vomiting all night long, and he had to take her to the doctor, who then sent them to the hospital. I check my phone. No update yet, but I hope she’s all right.

I groan and toss my phone onto the counter. Maybe I’m becoming too comfortable around Declan, but I lift my elbow and take a whiff. “I stink.”

“That happens when you get all sweaty,” he says. “You’re welcome to use the shower here if you don’t want to stink up your car.”

“How generous. I don’t have soap or shampoo.”

“Use mine.”

I trail him to the shower. He turns on the water for me and steps back.

But he doesn’t leave.

“Do you mind if I join you? We can save water that way, time too.”

He’s sweaty, too, his curly dark hair sticking to his damp forehead, and something inside me bends. Maybe even breaks.

I reach up and brush his locks back from his forehead before cupping his face.

“Yes,” I murmur.

Maybe it’s the high from having the class go so well, but right now, I’m on cloud nine, soaring high, feeling invincible. Why shouldn’t I experience some pleasure too?

We strip, and I climb under the hot spray first. He joins me, coming in behind me, and his cock fits perfectly between the crack of my ass cheeks.

He smacks the side of my ass before rubbing it. “I’m not an ass guy,” he says as his other hand comes around to cup my boob, his fingers teasing and twisting my nipple deliciously.

“No? Then why all the comments about how flat mine is?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to get under your skin.”

"You've done that," I groan as his hand from my ass slips around and starts to tease my slick folds. His fingers find my clit, and I almost fall forward, my hands on the shower walls to keep me upright, and he doesn't stop his relentless teasing of my nipple and my clit, his tongue, lips, and teeth alternating between licking, kissing, and gently nipping my ear and neck, not until I orgasm hard. Again, I refuse to call out his name, but he spreads my legs apart a bit more and takes me from behind. I can't stop moaning, and when I try to release the wall and reach behind to grab his ass, I almost stumble, but he holds me upright, strong and steady as he pounds into me, and all I can do is take what he's giving me, take it all, accept it.

I can feel his hot cum as he climaxes, and it’s enough to make me call out. His name is but a whisper, but I know now that he has left me completely undone.

I haven't asked if he's STD-free, even though I think he is.

But for him to come inside me, for neither of us to think about condoms… if I weren’t on the pill, I would be freaking out right now.

As soon as he pulls out, I whirl around, brushing my wet hair from my face so I can stare up at him. The look of wonder on his face has me asking a completely different question than I intended to.

“You never had sex without a condom before, have you?”

“Never,” he utters.

“You’re clean?”

“Wish you didn’t feel the need to ask.”

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