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He turned, wiping the water fro his dark black hair back His eyes wandered downthe shower door, he held out a hand for ot used to it He heldon my ass

“Did you just get up?” he asked

I nodded, runningbefore you came out”

“You made aup to cup my cheek

I leaned into it

“We’ve crossed a bridge, and there’s no going back I don’t want to I hat happened last night to happen repeatedly”

“Which part?” I kissed his chest “The part where you ue? Or the part where I rode you…no, it has to be when you flipped me down and fucked me like a whore on your couch” I kissed his chin “Whatever part, I’ain”

He pushed ainst the wall, his hands on either side oflike that, Guinevere, and you won’t be able to walk out of this shower, or my apartment, for that matter”

I smirked “You promise?”

His lips crashed down on s, and as I …not that I would let it I held on to it, rocking right into the palm as he watched me

“You are sinfully beautiful, Ms Poe,” he whispered

Withhow he throbbed in my hand

Holding on to the wall and toas I stroked the length of him

He let go of the wall, gripping my hand, his eyes sharp and focused as he stared at me

“You have me in the palm of your hand, Guinevere”