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He took a step back and glanced around thesmall bathroom.The ugly yellow wallpaper left something to bedesired but the building manager wouldn’t let her change it.Upgrading the roach infested dump seemed to be off-limits.Heshoved a hand through his hair.He was a man of mystery and wordsdidn’t come to him easily.She could tell by the way he struggledto even answer her question.

“I don’t want you mad atme.”He blew out a breath.“I don’t care a lot about most people.Idefinitely don’t care about what they think of me.I had my ownideas about you before we even fucked but the real you is so muchbetter.”He glanced over at her.“You really are like the prizeI’vebeenwantingall my life and I’m not goodenough for you.You called me and I took advantage.I knew that Icouldn’t keep you and I knew I’d pay hell for it.Torque set thatrule about not fucking you or touching you when he caught mestaring the first time.I kept my distance.I knew theconsequences,but I still want you to like me.”

He shrugged.“It doesn’t really make sense,but it is what it is.”

Layla thought about what he’d said.“Wereyou planning to take a beating for being with me?”

“Yeah.”He leaned againstthe wall in front of her.“It’s not as bad as itsounds.”

“You’re not going toconvince me of that.”She reached out for him and pulled himbetween her legs.He fit perfectly.His hands went up to cup hercheeks as he bent forward tokissher lips.

“You’ve had a shitty day,baby.Let me take care of you.”

She shook her head.“I don’t want sex withyou.”

He pressed his forehead against hers.“Whatdo you want?”

“I want to take a bath andgo to bed.”

His hands slid beneath her shirt.“We can dothat.”

Before she could protest, he had her shirtover her head and on the floor.The cooler air hardened her nipplesbeneath his gaze.She could see all kinds of nonsense filling hismind and rolled her eyes before sliding from the vanity.

“Don’t get cocky.It’scold in here.I’m not aroused.”She pulled her shorts off and wentto turn on the faucet.

While the bathtub filled,she turned and found him naked, watching her.The man had abeautiful body.She swallowed hard, not completely unaffected.Heradiated heat and if she didn’t know better, he was exactly theperson she wanted to snuggle up to.He moved her slightly andstepped into the bathtub.Being naked with him and just taking abath was nonsense.Sheknewbefore he left her apartment he’dhave her one more time.

“How exactly is thissupposed to work?”She stared at him.“You take up the wholebathtub.”

He beamed.“I guess that means your fine asswill have to straddle me.”

She turned the water off when it hit hisabs.He propped his legs up on the sides to create a small amountof space for her to fit.Stepping into the hot water, she slippedand fell on him, landing with his cock nudged against hercleft.

“This is notworking.”

He smiled and smoothed her hair from herface.“I think it’s turning out pretty fucking great.”

She licked her lips.“I can’t move.You’regoing to have to wash me.”

He grinned.“Gladly.”

She took advantage of the moment and curledup against his warm chest.“Have at it.”

He splashed water on her skin.His big handstroked her back while the other hand continued to dribble waterall over her body.He pulled her leg over his and let the warmwater drip from his fingers and down her crack.Layla sucked in abreath.

Her clit rubbed against his cock every timeshe tried to move and the slightest amount of pressure had hergasping.She was needy and he’d made her that way.She couldn’tremember the last time she’d had sex and now she couldn’t getenough.What the fuck did she do about that?

“Don’t arouse me.”Shepushed up from his chest.

“Why not?”Hedrippedmore water down her crack with no shame.

“Because the only way I’mhaving sex with you again is if you actually have a conversationwith me about feelings and family and all kinds of fun stuff.”Shelaid her head on his chest and enjoyed the serenity of the waterlapping at her skin and the warmth of his body comforting her morethan she wanted to admit.

“I don’t havefamily.”He smoothed his wet hand along her back.“My mom gave meup when I was five.Bounced around the foster care system and endedup on the streets.Did some petty shit that ended with me lockedup.That’s where I met Torque.We were cellmates.Taunted me theentire fucking time that he’d make me his bitch.”

She lifted her head and frowned.“Didhe?”

“No.”He scoffed.“Wetalked about motorcycles.He had a picture of his and I thought itwas the best damn thing I’d ever seen.I wanted one.”

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