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I laughed, shaking my head. "I stink."
"You don’t stink," she insisted, her voice warm with affection. "I love your smell."
As the steam filled the bathroom, I turned to face her, pulling her closer. The water cascaded over us, washing away the remnants of the past few weeks. In that moment, nothing else mattered—just us, together, starting fresh.
“Faster, Lincoln,” Erika panted, her voice thick with need.
I could tell where this was heading the moment we were both soapy and naked under the warm spray of the shower. I pressed her against the cool tiled wall, thrusting into her with a fervor that matched her demand. My hips moved faster, just as she asked, driving us both toward the inevitable. Erika moaned my name, her body tightening around me as her climax hit.
“Oh God, you give it to me so good,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
I grunted, feeling the tension in my own body coil tighter until one final, hard thrust had me releasing deep inside her. Even as we moved together in perfect sync, my mind wandered to the parts of our relationship that weren’t as seamless. I wanted everything between us to feel as right as our bodies did in this moment.
As our breathing slowed and we came back down, we lingered under the spray, soaping up again but this time with more tenderness. We kissed as we washed away the suds, our movements unhurried, savoring the connection we’d just shared.
“I’m starving,” Erika said, breaking the comfortable silence.
“I did promise to take you out to breakfast,” I reminded her, shutting off the water and grabbing one of the thick white towels from the bar just outside the glass door.
She groaned, taking the towel from me. “But that means I have to wear my fancy dress to my apartment and get changed. I’m hungry now.”
“And grumpy,” I teased, wrapping the towel around my waist.
“I’m not grumpy; I’m famished,” she clarified, a small pout forming on her lips. “I didn’t eat dinner last night, and barely anything before that. You wore me out.”
I chuckled, handing her another towel. “Do you want to order breakfast or risk it by letting me cook for you?”
“I like the sound of your cooking,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “What will you make?”
“Eggs? I make a mean cheese omelet. I also have bagels and orange juice.”
“Cook for me,” she confirmed, her smile widening. “Do you have any clothes I can borrow?”
“Why don’t you just walk around the apartment naked? It would make it easier for me to have my way with you,” I suggested with a wicked grin.
Erika snapped her towel at me, but I dodged it just in time, laughing. “I’m sore,” she complained, rolling her eyes.
“Aww, my poor baby,” I teased, trying to keep a straight face.
“It’s your fault. You’ve got a battering ram between your legs.”
I couldn’t help but smirk as I stroked my now flaccid cock. “I thought you liked this battering ram.”
“Knock it off. I need energy,” she retorted, though her smile betrayed her.
Still chuckling, I hung the towel on the bar and ran a hand through my damp hair in front of the steamy mirror. Erika finished drying off and slipped into my blue terry robe that hung on the back of the bathroom door. It nearly swallowed her, draping almost to her ankles since I was much taller than her.
“I like that look,” I commented, admiring the way the robe hugged her curves.
“It’ll have to do until I can bring some clothing over,” she said, cinching the robe tighter around her waist.
I sighed, feeling a twinge of guilt. “I’m sorry I made a rash decision.”
“You were upset. Don’t blame yourself,” she said softly, stepping closer. “I was stupid. Foster was never going to be what he said he was. I should’ve seen right through him.”
I reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “It’s over. Let’s move ahead. Cheese omelets coming up.”
I headed to my dresser and pulled out a pair of gray boxers, slipping them on as Erika sauntered into the bedroom. Digging around in my t-shirt drawer, I found the one I was looking for and pulled it over my head.
