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“Like you are about to try and break the only rules I had for you.”
“One night. No strings attached,” he reminds me. “Let me spoil you a little.”
“Oh God,” I laugh. “How?”
“By treating you like a person, not just a quick fuck,” he says, lifting my chin. “What do you have to lose?”
“My sanity,” I laugh. “Alright. I’ll let you have your fun.”
“Good. First, we shower,” he says with a smile.
“Why are we showering?” I ask. “Are you saying I smell, Alex?”
“No, smartass,” he laughs. “Clearly, you’ve never had someone take care of you before.”
“I’m not the type of woman men want to take care of, Alex.”
“Get your cute ass naked and in that shower,” he says, surprising me with a gentle kiss.
Fuck. This was a terrible idea. He’s just as sweet as Liam, and I have a fucking weakness for men who want to fix me.
I step back and pull my dress off, leaving me in just a black lace bra and panty set. I toss my phone on the bed before removing the rest of my clothes. Alex is watching me, and he looks feral.
“Go on,” I say. He smirks and pulls his shirt off before his jeans hit the floor. Next go his boxers, and holy hell, his dick is big. “So by screaming, you meant you’d hate fuck me. Got it.”
“You are so dramatic,” he laughs as we walk into my bathroom.
When the shower is hot enough, we step in. He immediately starts washing my hair, and it’s weird.
No.
It’s nice.
And that’s bad.
Very, very bad.
He washes my body next, but pauses when he gets to my arm. He gently runs his thumb across the scars, stopping on the waterproof bandage covering the most recent one that Liam closed for me. I expect questions. Pity. Judgment. Something. But then he carefully lifts my arm as he drops his head. When he gently presses his lips to the bandage, kissing all of the pain I’ve caused myself, it fucking hurts. Not physically, but emotionally. It’s a silent gesture that says he understands, and it’s too much like Liam to not melt over.
I fucking hate myself for how hurt Liam is right now while I am showering with another man because letting Liam be the one to comfort me might actually send me over the edge.
When Alex shuts the shower off, he gets us out, and we dry off. When we make it out, he simply lays me on the bed. I expect him to jump straight to fucking me, but he doesn’t. He lowers himself between my thighs and gently kisses my hip.
“You are walking a fine line, Alex,” I mutter.
“Oh, hush,” Alex laughs. Before I can argue with his tactics, he flicks his tongue across my clit, and I’m fucking done for.
Alex gently licks my pussy, gently growing an addictive pressure in my belly. I am delirious and drunk on pleasure as he takes his time with me.
“Fuck, Alex,” I moan. “For the love of God, please fuck me already.”
Alex moves up and kisses me as I fumble with my nightstand to get a condom out of the drawer. When he sits back, I tear it open and carefully roll it onto his cock.
When I lie back, he settles between my thighs and kisses me again. This time it’s gentler. I bring my hands to his face, and I groan against his lips as he slowly fills my pussy. “Fuck, you’re big,” I gasp when I break our kiss.
“You feel too damn good, Nora,” he mutters. “I’m trying to be easy on you.”
“Don’t be. Please, don’t be,” I say, pulling him down to my chest. He kisses me again as he pulls out, but the most unhinged scream comes out of me when he abruptly slams back into my pussy, fucking me hard and deep. He has me moaning his name so fast that it’s actually comical. It’s the only word I can form, so I scream it as he fucks me.
