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She smiles. “I don’t even know your last name. And is Creed your actual name?”

“Yes, it’s my actual name. And my last name is Santoro.” I hold my breath, looking to see if she recognizes the last name, but there isn’t a flicker.

It’s not that I’m trying to hide anything from her, but… I don’t want to disrupt this peace and feeling of home I found right now. I’ll tell her about my family soon, and explain that I’m not of that world, but not right now.

“Creed Santoro… It fits you. Sexy name for a sexy man.”

“You think I’m sexy?”

She rolls her eyes, then turns around and settles against me again. “You damn well know you’re sexy.”

I nuzzle into the crook of her neck. She tilts her head to give me better access, and I settle in like she is made for me.

“But not just any sexy guy can make you come three times… or so quickly.”

Her thighs rub together, and I smirk. She is insatiable. I bet if I dipped my hand between her legs, she’d be ready for me.

“No man, sexy or not, has ever accomplished that,” she admits. “Or made me come from nipple play. Or made me pass out after an orgasm.”

I’m hard again, pressing against her back, and I lick up her neck. “You were made for me, angel. Just like I was made for you.”

Her breath sucks in, and her nipples resting in the warm water harden once again. Dipping my hand between her legs, she lifts her feet to rest them on the outside of my legs to give me full access. Reaching back, she cups the back of my neck, holding my head to her.

She has no hesitation. No walls. There’s nothing between us. She isn’t holding anything back.

I’m going to give this woman the world.

“Let me show you once more how you’re my home and my everything, angel.”

Chapter 14

Sophie

It’s all so… domesticated.

I sit on the cream-colored island. Creed is shirtless, barefoot, and wearing sweats while he makes us dinner. He had destroyed my shirt and bra and hid my jeans and panties, so I’m wearing one of his dress shirts. He had popped the collar on me, mussed my already-messy hair, then told me I looked perfect and plopped me here, ordering me to sit. I’m antsy, though. My family always works together to prepare a meal, so sitting and watching, not having a job to do, feels foreign and uncomfortable.

He tosses my phone as if he senses my discomfort, even though I try to hide it. He had gone down to grab my bag from his vehicle at some point. Probably when I fell asleep after our bath, and yet another orgasm.

“You’re still not helping with the food, but at least your phone will occupy you a bit. You have several missed calls.”

“You snooped on my phone?” I half-tease, half-scowl.

“I glanced at the notifications on your locked screen.” He shrugs a muscular shoulder, but there’s a tightness to his body. His expression looks like a mild version of the thunderous one he had when I had come out of the library with…

Zac.

“Shit,” I mutter, opening my phone and seeing multiple missed calls and texts from Zac. He had been watching for me to make it back to campus, and when I never did, he started to freak out. I dial his number, feeling Creed’s attention on me.

Is he jealous? Does he think Zac and I have something going on?

Zac answers after the first ring. “Thank God. Are you okay? Where are you?”

“I’m fine, sorry, Zac. I…” I glance at Creed, who looks like he’s trying to cool his expression and reaction but is one breath away from his control being annihilated. “I met up with a friend who’s in town.” I try not to wince when Creed’s jaw clenches at the word ‘friend’. But what the hell are we, anyway?

Zac’s sigh of relief is heavy. “Who’s the friend? Someone from back home?”

“He’s, ah, yeah…” I say, not wanting to lie, but I don’t want to come across as a slut.

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