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RAIN

The stretchy fabric clung to my skin as Jameson worked the spandex shorts down my thighs, the action reminding me that I hadn’t showered yet and probably smelled terrible. The moment my hand wrapped around his wrist, pausing his movements, Jameson froze, leaving the shorts dangling from one foot.

“I need to shower,” I blurted. “I ran several miles tonight, and I probably smell. Everywhere.”

I’d never wanted to punch myself as much as I did in that moment for adding that last word.Why? Why? Why am I this way?This was the exact reason my chosen career path of days filled with dead people was the perfect one for me. I didn’t need to subject others to my strange awkwardness. They deserved to have easy days, not ones convoluted with placating the slightly unhinged woman.

“That doesn’t bother me, but—” Jameson shrugged, sweeping the tips of two fingers along my inner thigh. “—how about some company?”

“Absolutely.”

With a tiny kick, my shorts flew through the air, smacking the wall before falling to the floor. I barely caught Jameson’s mischievous grin before he put both hands on my waist and tossed me over his shoulder with ease. His shoulder dug into my gut as he hurried toward the bathroom.

With my hair hanging in front of my face, swaying with Jameson’s every step, I almost missed the solid shape filling the bedroom doorway that led to the hall. But before I could push off Jameson’s back and swipe my hair out of the way, the view of the doorway was cut off as we entered the bathroom.

My pulse kicked into high gear. Was that Slade, listening and watching from the hall as Jameson undressed me?

And if he liked what he saw, would he want to watch what happened next?

Water sputtering from the showerhead and slapping against the river-stone floor shifted my thoughts from Slade back to the man who slowly slid me down his muscular chest. The tips of my toes brushed the cold tile floor, though Jameson’s stabilizing hold didn’t loosen from around my waist until I was steady on my feet.

He took half a step back, making me immediately miss his radiating body heat and his protective hold. But as his deft fingers worked the buttons of his dress shirt, then yanked the hem from the waistband of his slacks, I forgot about everything but watching him strip. Fingers wrapped around the bottom of his undershirt, he jerked it up and over his head, tossing the white cotton to the floor beside the dark blue dress shirt.

With the tip of my tongue, I licked my lips, fingers twitching at my side with the urge to reach across the small distance to trace every dip and curve of his defined chest and abs. The clink of metal rang in my ears. My pulse raced, heart leaping into my throat as he worked the clasp of the belt free before whipping the thin leather from the loops.

Pants resting precariously on his hips, Jameson pulled a square foil packet from the pocket before releasing his hold and letting the pants puddle around his bare feet. Thumbs hooked into the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs, he inched them lower, slowly exposing his hard length.

A trickle of desire leaked from my core, sliding down my inner thigh.

Ignoring my doubts and tumbling headfirst into the irresistible urge, I lowered to my knees at his feet. Hands wrapped around both thighs, I eased them higher, shivering at the feel of corded muscle beneath my palms. I rose on my knees until his tip hovered an inch in front of my lips. I paused, nerves making me question what I absolutely wanted to do.

Long fingers dove into my hair, tangling in the disheveled mess. A sting radiated along my scalp at his not-so-gentle tug that tipped my head back. His other hand cupped my face, thumb tracing along my lower lip.

“You don’t have to do this, Raindrop.”

I nipped at his thumb before sucking it between my lips. “What if I want to?” His features turned strained, and a hiss radiated above the water pounding in the shower. “Just help me. Show me what you like so I’m not lost guessing and wondering if I’m doing it right.”

“Sweetheart, you on your knees, saying you want to suck my dick, is almost enough for me to embarrass myself before you even get those perfect lips wrapped around me.” I waited, blinking up at him. Noting my resolve, his light eyes darkened, lids drooping low. “Take your sports bra off. I want to see all of you while I fuck this perfect mouth.”

All elbows, I awkwardly wrestled the tight fabric over my head and tossed it toward the double sink, uncaring where it landed. Licking my lips, I leaned forward, the small bead of precum tempting me to try a taste. His entire body trembled at the swipe of my tongue along his slit, lapping up the small bead and rolling the flavor around in my mouth.

“Fuck, Rain.” I couldn’t help but preen at the tremble in his voice. I did that. Awkward, lanky me made this strong, badass man weak. “Wrap your hand around the base and squeeze.” I did as he instructed, relaxing a little, knowing I wouldn’t need to think or worry, only listen and do. “Tighter. Shit, yes, just like that.”

I peeked up through my dark lashes, finding his intense stare locked on my lips.

“Now wrap those beautiful lips around me, sweetheart, and run that tempting tongue up and down my—fuck.” He jerked, slipping deeper into my mouth. But I didn’t care. He was losing control, and I loved it. “Yes. Fuck, your mouth is so damn perfect, taking my cock like you fucking love my taste.”

Daring to go a little deeper, I slid my lips down his thick shaft to where my fingers were wrapped around his base.

“Look at you,” Jameson said, a hint of awe in his voice. “Taking my dick like your mouth was made for me. I’m going to take control now, sweetheart. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you? Let me fuck this hot mouth of yours.”

I barely nodded before his grip on my hair tightened, holding me in place. Unable to move anything but my eyes, I strained to look up. Lower lip secured between his teeth, face tight with tension, his abs flexed as he slid in and out of my very willing mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, Raindrop.”

His hips snapped forward, the tip of his cock tapping the back of my throat. I gagged, the action making my throat work around his sensitive head. Tears leaked from the corners of both eyes. Spit slicked my lips, but I didn’t care. Not when he stared down at me like I was his entire world.

With a barked curse, he stepped backward, pulling himself free. Chest heaving, cock bobbing in front of my face, he swiped at my trail of tears. “Your throat working around my cock is the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. And almost had this ending before I got to feel your tight pussy wrapped around me.”

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