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I no longer live in a world where I feel safe taking chances, so I don’t. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, I just walk out.

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I take a shower when I get back to my room and stay under the spray until the hot water shuts off automatically after ten minutes (which is one of the built-in methods of preserving the facility’s power and resources).

Then I dry off, brush out my wet hair, and pull on a tank top and black cotton pajama pants. I look at myself in the mirror for a long time. My skin is clear and pale—since I haven’t had a suntan in years. My mouth is a little too big for my face. I like the long curve of my neck and shoulders. My body is tall and slim with lean muscle development from swimming and training with Grant. My breasts aren’t terribly impressive, but they’ve got a nice shape, and I can see the outline of my tight nipples beneath my top since I’m not wearing a bra. I look almost sexy despite my worn clothes and wet hair.

I’ve never noticed myself looking sexy before.

I’m still pulsing with lust. Simple, visceral lust. My body didn’t get what it wanted. It doesn’t follow common sense and logic like my mind.

Shaking my head at my reflection, I brush my teeth and then get into bed. It’s a little early, but nothing I might do is going to hold my attention right now.

I lay in the dark for fifteen minutes, telling myself to relax and let it go. I made the right decision. The wise, mature one. The one Grant knew I would make.

He might find me hot, but I’m not convinced that he cares about me much. He’s never been soft with me. Never let down his guard even in the smallest way. That’s not the kind of guy you just randomly decide to fuck one evening, not unless you’re asking to get hurt.

It doesn’t matter how much I still want to.

Everything will change when we come out of lockdown. Nothing will feel like it does right now. This bleak, lonely half-life in the bunker will finally be over.

It’s that thought—more than anything else—that compels me out of bed and to my feet. I slip on flip-flops and leave my apartment since my pajamas can probably pass for regular clothes. I take the elevator down to the staff level and look down the empty, dimly lit hallway.

I know where Grant’s apartment is. I’ve never been there before, but I took note of its location a couple of years ago. Just a random detail there was no reason to remember, but I did anyway. So I’m able to walk right to his door and knock on it.

I’m not even thinking anymore. Just existing in a hot, needy blur.

He opens the door after my knock and blinks in surprise. He’s obviously taken a shower too because his hair is damp and he’s wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs and a white T-shirt. He steps back automatically to let me in.

Closing the door behind me, I turn to face him, opening my mouth because now is the time I’m supposed to say something. Explain why I’m here. Tell him what I want.

No sound comes out. Just a weird, ragged gasp.

Grant’s breathing has picked up too, and his eyes have taken on that fierce heat I saw briefly back in the training room. The vivid blue of them seems to darken as he gazes at me, like his pupils are getting bigger.

He doesn’t say anything either.

I’m not sure how long we stand there. Probably no more than a minute. Then everything inside pushes me into action. I grab the bottom of my tank top and pull it off over my head. The motion causes my naked breasts to jiggle.

Grant’s eyes rake over my body, and he’s already grabbing the back of his own shirt with one fist and yanking it off the way I did mine.

I’ve seen his bare chest before when he swims, but it seems different now. More naked somehow. Firm muscles and tight flesh and a scattering of dark hair. I’m watching as he drops his shirt on the floor and then shucks his underwear too.

He’s fully erect again. His cock bounces slightly with his motion. I can’t look away even as I push my pajama pants and panties down into a messy heap on the floor with my flip-flops.

When both of us are naked, I close the distance between us, lifting a hand so I can stroke the rough texture of his chest. Slide it down until I can curl my fingers around his cock.

His breath hitches. A small reaction, but I hear it. It sends a slice of sharp pleasure between my thighs.

I’m really turned on now. The raw pulsing of arousal seems to reach my fingers and toes.

Without warning, Grant reaches an arm out and propels me off my feet, the way he does in training when he’s trying to get me to the floor. But this time he swings me onto the bed. It happens so quickly I gape up at him, winded and disoriented. I’m sideways, my legs hanging over the edge, but he lifts my legs and turns my body the right way as he climbs onto the bed on top of me.

Then he’s all over me, the way he was on the mat earlier this evening. But this time both of us are naked. His hard cock is folded between our bodies, and he’s holding himself up on straightened arms. He’s staring down at my breasts.

I’m not sure what he’s going to do next, but he doesn’t kiss me. He scoots down, lowers his head, and gives one of my nipples a hard lick that makes me gasp out a wordless exclamation.

Then he takes my other breast in his mouth and sucks it hard.

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