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Brian’s voice was ragged when he spoke. “I’m sorry. I’ve acted like such an ass. I can’t stand the things I’ve said to you, the way I’ve treated you. I don’t understand it. I felt used and angry, and I let myself lash out. It’s not the guy I am, I don’t know how I let myself be that way around you. There is no excuse. But even as angry and shut down as I’ve been, every night I leave here, I see some other piece of who you are. I walk through your apartment, see the comic you taped to your fridge door, and laugh. The music you’ve been listening to is what I have in my car. The books you read, I’ve read. Your friends are my friends. The conversation from that first night was so…right.”

Amber’s throat was tight as he spoke. She’d wanted so much to believe she wasn’t the only one who had felt the connection between them. Needed to.

“I know you are the woman I’ve been waiting for. It’s why, even when I believed you used me to cheat on your boyfriend, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Wanting to taste you, hold you, touch you.”

The bathroom was filled with steam, but the emotion behind his eyes was crystal clear.

“No woman has ever affected me like this. I don’t know how, when I was trying so hard not to, but I think I fell in love with you. Damn it, I know I did. And it drives me crazy that every night I leave, you come in here and wash every trace of me off of you. I don’t deserve it, but I can’t help wanting to have some bit of me stay with you, even when I’m gone.”

She blinked back the tears threatening to pour over her lids and extended her hand to reach for his, letting the water stream down her arm and pool on the floor. Brian took the offering and let her pull him into the shower, closing the curtain behind him. The water sprayed over them as they stared at each other for a moment, and then Amber rose up onto her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. He slid an arm around her back, pulling her against him, as he lowered his head to graze her mouth with his lips. She tightened the hold around his neck and tilted her head, opened her mouth and pulled him into a deep kiss, her tongue inviting his with a wet caress. Between them, Brian’s cock grew, filling out and rising to stand between Amber’s wet legs. She moved her hips to caress the length of him with her slippery nether-lips.

Brian groaned and pressed his face into her neck, moving in rhythm with her, stroking them both into arousal. Suddenly he stopped and pulled back to look her in the eyes. “You said you were living out your fantasies w

ith me. Have we hit all of them already?”

Laughing, feeling free and relaxed, but for the tightening coil of arousal building again within her loins, she asked, “Didn’t you hear? I’ve been working on these for years. We haven’t even made a dent.”

His erection bulged in response to her words and she squeezed her legs together a little over it. Reaching for the bottle of baby oil in the hanging rack over the shower head, she flipped open the lid and poured a generous portion over their touching bodies, rubbing her hard nipples against him to smear it around.

Brian cupped her breasts in his palms and massaged across the peaks before running his slick palms over her shoulders and down her back to where they kneaded her buttocks pressing her close against him. “So would you care to enlighten me with a few highlights?”

She could feel the blood rising to the surface of her skin. It was funny, this was the man she’d been living out her fantasies with for the past month and suddenly, when he’d explained that he wanted her, in a real and solid way, she was shy. That wouldn’t do. Not after the incredible rush she’d experienced with each fantasy lived out. So she smiled and in a demure voice, said, “Well, there was a little something to do with some silk restraints. First me, then you. I’d have to decide how much you need to be punished, after all.”

His cock pulsed and pressed at her. “Interesting. I like it.”

Brian slid one hand over her hip, down her thigh to the back of her knee, and pulled her leg up against him. Amber slipped her hand between them and stroked the oil-slathered shaft, up to the head of his cock as she positioned it to enter her. Brian lifted her other leg, holding her weightless in his arms, and let her slide down the thick length of his cock until she was seated at the hilt. He throbbed within her core, building her pleasure though neither moved. Brian licked around the edge of her ear, shooting chills over her skin and making her pussy contract hard around him.

“Tell me more,” he growled in her ear, pulling her up his cock in one long motion and then easing her back down, making her quiver as he moved her to where her clit rubbed against his groin and his cock filled her completely.

“Have I ever mentioned how exciting I find a really crowded train ride?”

He pulsed inside of her. “No, tell me.”

He lifted her up and down, slow and hard, as she held her knees up against the side of his slick body, completely supported by his strong hands. “The people pushing in on you from all sides, it’s such anonymous intimacy. So many bodies, safely in such close proximity. It’s almost private within the press of a crowd. You could do almost anything and, with everyone squeezed so close together, no one would even know. You could wrap me inside your jacket with you, lift my skirt, unzip your pants, find me ready for you. Just the vibration of the train and the jostling bodies all around us.”

He groaned, moving her up and down over him faster. “I’m going to sell my car.”

She would have laughed except that she was coming hard as he rammed her down over him, again and again, the water beating against her back, her nipples dragging against his chest, the sound of their bodies smacking together, and all she could do was dig her fingers into his shoulders and scream as the pleasure exploded within her. He stayed buried within her until the last wave passed and then carefully set her down. She could see he was still rock hard and covered with her cream and it started a new and immediate response within her.

She traced her finger along his shaft, shielding him from the spray with her body and dipped to her knees to drop kisses over the source of her satisfaction. She ran her tongue over the edge of the head, tasting the tang of her cum. His cock rose, begging for more. She wanted more, too. She wanted him to fill her in every way possible. She wanted to taste him, to suck him, feel him deep in her mouth and deep within her core. Swirling her tongue around the head she caressed his balls, bunched tight against him, and then took the length of him into her mouth, opening as wide as possible to accommodate his tremendous size. She pressed over him, deep, until he was nestled into the back of her throat and she thought she might come again on the spot, it aroused her so much.

Applying a light suction, she moved back, letting her tongue run against him, lapping up the sweet taste of her on his skin. And then sucking harder, she took him in deep again. He groaned and tensed as she buried him, rubbing his balls with light strokes and then pulling back and beginning a quick rhythm of heavy suction. She knew he was close. Moving one hand down between her legs, as she gripped the base of his cock with the other, she slid two fingers around between her plumped slick lips, rapidly circling her clit. She sucked, wanting him to fuck her mouth the way he’d fucked every other part of her so thoroughly, furiously stroking his shaft in time with the strokes against her clit. His body tensed harder as he pumped into her mouth, again and again, until he bucked, tight juts of his hips over and again, his deep voice echoing through the bathroom as he roared, his seed spilling into her mouth and throat, thrusting into her again, her own hips bucking involuntarily as she came against her hand. She continued to suckle him, moving her lips up further to the base of his shaft, not wanting to relinquish her hold on him.

His hands moved over her hair and face, stroking the rivulets of water from her brow. Amber released him, and let him pull her to her feet. He looked into her eyes and whispered, “I love you. I’m going to prove to you that I can be as good as your fantasy.”

She blinked back tears and pulled his head so their mouths were but an inch apart. “You are my fantasy. I’ve always loved you.”

Epilogue

A month later, Brian was living in Amber’s apartment. They spent their time cooking together, making love, watching old movies and talking late into the night.

Amber’s work problems disappeared with the discovery that Eric was sabotaging her projects in an effort to advance his own career and hold her back. He’d wanted to get her fired in the hopes she would turn to him during her time of need. Only his plan backfired—Eric was out of a job and Amber was offered his position in the New York office.

Now, Brian searched her face for any sign of regret. “You told them you didn’t want the promotion? Are you sure?” He knew how much her career meant to her.

“It was the easiest decision of my life. Sure, it was a thrill to be offered the New York office, but I get bigger thrills in bed with you every night,” she said with a mischievous grin. It was the truth, after finally finding love she hadn’t hesitated one second to pass on the offer. “I never want to say goodbye to you. No job is that important. I love you.”

Turning away, Brian walked over to his briefcase. “I love you, too. And it means more than you can imagine to know where I stand in your heart. But…is it too late to change your mind about the job?”

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