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He looked at his watch, dropping his hand. “An hour and a half. I have to go home, shower, grab dinner, talk to Bowie and go.”

I started to lift myself off his bike, but he caught me up, only putting me down again when I was in front of my car.

He took the keys from my hand, unlocked my car, and then handed them to me.

I took them, leaned up on my toes, and kissed the hell out of him.

It wasn’t a chaste kiss, either. It was a “I wish we had a lot more time to do what I want” kind of kiss.

When he pulled back, his eyes were partially glazed.

“Could you spare maybe ten minutes?” I teased.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I wish I could. But from what I understand, you brought Folsom here.”

My smile widened. “We could always ask one of the boys to take her back. Make use of the ten minutes it’ll take her to get back.”

He backed away, looked at his watch, and cursed. “I’ll meet you at home.”

CHAPTER 20

My personal style is better described as “didn’t expect to get out of the car.”

-Text from Morrigan to Aodhan

AODHAN

She beat me home. Only by enough time for her to get out of her car and run inside, though.

When I followed behind her, happy to find the door locked even in the short time that she’d been there, I headed straight for my bedroom.

I pulled my t-shirt off over my head and was working on my jeans right around the time that I rounded the corner into my bedroom.

I found her in the bathroom, shower running, a grin on her face.

“If you’re quick,” she said. “We can get two birds with one stone.”

With that, she stepped into the shower.

I followed behind her seconds later, my clothes all over the floor, discarded and nowhere near the hamper.

She moved backward, giving me as much room as she could, and said, “I know that you like this house and all, but if I could change one thing, it would be to make this shower twice the size, and put about three more showerheads in it.”

I reached for her, pulling her wet body into mine, and kissed her. My tongue dueled with hers, and I groaned at the taste of coffee and whipped cream on her lips.

When I pulled away, it was for the water spray to hit Morrigan directly in the face.

She squeaked, spluttered and pulled away with a laugh. Meanwhile, I lifted her up and pressed her directly against the wall, pinning her there with my body.

We’d found that the best ways to keep her from passing out—and she would pass out if she was in some sort of standing position because I was just that damn good—was to either keep her from doing any work whatsoever when she was in an upright position, or keep her on her back where the threat of passing out was almost nil.

But she was so damn tiny that it was almost just as easy to lift her up and do the work than to bend her over and take her from behind. At least when we were in the shower where the warm environment already threw her out of whack in the first place, body temperature–wise.

“Fuuucckkk,” I said as I notched my cock at her entrance.

The first few seconds as I slid inside were always the fuckin’ best.

The tightness. The wet heat surrounding my cock. The way she all but sucked me inside.

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