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I peel the condom off, wrap it in a tissue, and drop it in the bedside trash. “It’s not even five yet, I’m fine.”
“Still, we can’t risk it.”
I get up, tucking everything in and zipping my pants. I reach for my shirt and fasten it, unable to keep my eyes off her as she stretches and snuggles into the sheets.
“Thanks,” I say finally.
Her lids crack open. “What?”
“Thanks for the sex. It was really good,” I say, trying to match my usual nonchalance.
She studies me, and I haven’t got a clue what’s going on behind those narrowed eyes. Finally, she shrugs and pulls the blankets to her chin.
“Have a nice life, I guess,” she says.
Suppressing a smile, I pull open the door and listen. Total silence. I slip into the hall and head straight for the bathroom. Everything is perfectly still as I lock the door and flip on the light and the shower. God, the reflection staring back at me is a mess. It’s good I opted for a shower because I look exactly like I just got fucked—
Knock knock.
My breath hitches. Shit. Working quickly, I smooth down my hair and run a hand over my face. Okay, that’s not too bad. I open the door, putting on my most innocent face like a mask.
It’s Serena.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
She cocks her head. “It’s still early.”
“Yeah, and you said we shouldn’t risk getting caught.”
“But if we showered together really quickly, it would take less time. And save water,” she says.
“You have a really good point,” I whisper.
“I always do.”
I pull open the door, and she slips in, pushing it shut and locking it. The room is already steamed up, but I can see the reflection of her outline faintly in the mirror, clothes falling from her body. My pants and shirt join them. Then, silently, I lift her into the shower and close the curtain. My dick is rock hard, pressing into her stomach. I could go again, right now. I don’t know if I’ve recovered that fast before.
She drops to her knees.
My stomach lurches.
Fuck, I’m not gonna last.
My ears roar as her fingers wrap around the base of my dick. Then, she bends and takes the head on her tongue. My knees almost give out. I brace my palm on the wall and gather her wet hair with the other hand, just to feel it. She’s a little clumsy, but I don’t mind. It’s the enthusiasm that counts, and she’s got plenty of that. I just wish she’d let me return the favor.
At some point, I will.
My plan of not touching her again goes out the window. Clearly, there’s something electric here. Maybe we need to fuck it out all week and then we can be done. That makes sense. Just work it all out of our systems.
Then, never speak again.
CHAPTER FIVE
SERENA
ONE YEAR LATER
It’s been a long time since he left. Not one day has gone by that I haven’t ground my teeth and thought about every detail of that night. And the next few days that weren’t supposed to happen, either.
