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“No.” I shook my head. “I’m being...I’m just tired.”

He cuddled me close and stroked my hair. “Who tried to call you? Was it Chloe?”

“Yeah, but she didn’t leave a message.”

“Maybe you’ll feel better talking to her.”

“I’ll call her later.” I waved at the bed, which at least looked comfortable. “I’m going to watch TV. Is that alright with you?”

“Do what you want, baby. I have a few things to finish, and then I’ll join you. Find a movie.” He took the glass from my hand and turned to leave. “Oh, there’s a Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom if you wanna relax.”

I muttered to his back, “Of course, there is.”

Chapter 22

IVY

I’d been half hoping that Ian would join me in the Jacuzzi. Maybe all I needed to exorcise the bad juju of this place was a good fuck. This flat had done a number on me, plucking all my strings. Why wouldn’t Ian have a bachelor pad in London? The past month, he’d made the ninety-minute trip back and forth only because I was at the house. Of course, he wouldn’t do that all the time.

The news of his relapse earlier today had affected me more than I’d admitted to him...or myself.

I studied the skin on my hands, wrinkled like a prune. I couldn’t wait for Ian any longer. I shut off the jets and flicked the drain open with my big toe. I shivered as I stood up to grab my towel from the cold rack. I’d have to speak to management about installing towel warmers in this dump.

As I stepped from the tub, Ian entered the bathroom, naked, because of course. “Damn, I was just going to climb in with you.”

I wiggled my puckered fingers in his face. “I couldn’t stay in another minute.”

He moved toward me and took the edges of the towel. “Let me help you.” He trailed the towel down my chest and rubbed my tits, cupping them from beneath and massaging them.

I arched my back in encouragement and whispered, “Twice in one day. You think you can handle it?”

He blew a puff of air from his lips. “That was hours ago.” He swiped the towel between my legs and then dropped it, replacing the terrycloth with his fingers. He teased my clit, bringing me to the brink of my climax. My knees weakened, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders.

I took me by the waist and pulled me toward the vanity, facing the mirror. He bent me over the counter and growled, “Spread your legs.”

The command in his voice made me wetter than the water in the tub. I obeyed, and he moved behind me, stroking my ass with his hard cock. With his voice rough with desire, he said, “Look at me in the mirror.”

I raised my gaze to the glass, and his brown eyes smoldered as they sought mine. As we locked onto each other, he spread me open, easing his cock into my pussy. I lunged forward with his first thrust, and he reached around and shaped my breast with his hand. He pebbled my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, withdrawing and then plunging into me again, lifting me off my feet.

He slowed down. “Argh, I can’t last when you’re looking at me like that.” He slid his hand from my boob to my pussy and found my clit still throbbing from his previous attentions.

Talk about not lasting. Two flicks later, I was coming all over his hand and grinding my ass against him. He exploded inside me, and squeezed his eyes closed for a few seconds, the only time we broke our visual contact.

When he finished, he stepped back, creating a separation between our bodies, and ran a finger down my spine to my tailbone. “I like watching us fuck. We need to get a mirror for our bedroom.”

“Bow-chicka-wow-wow. Maybe a round bed and red velvet hangings while we’re at it, Duke Hammer.” I laugh-snorted at my own joke, and he laughed with me, picking me up from behind as I kicked my legs in the air.

For the first time since entering this bachelor pad hellhole, the stiff tension between us dissolved. Ian’s therapist obviously didn’t understand the therapeutic value of a solid shag.

***

I survived the night, safe in Ian’s arms, and the following morning, he got up early to work out in the gym downstairs. He returned to me still lounging in bed like a lady of leisure.

As he finished dressing, he said, “I’m going to pick up something to eat on the way to the studio. Do you want me to come back here first and drop off something for you.”

“I can figure it out. I’m not that hungry.”

“You can use the gym, if you like.”

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