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Micah

The shower spray hits me, cascading hot water down the length of my torso. My muscles relax, loosening with every second. Inside, though, I’m a coiled mess that the soothing spray can’t touch.

Afternoon delight? Raeann wouldn’t say something like that. The phrasing, the text itself, has Tab written all over it.

So why the forced text?

My instincts had been telling me Raeann was pulling away lately. Nothing dramatic, but slight instances here and there. Waiting longer to text me back. She even canceled plans on me. I thought she was just distracted because of the media storm that followed after she talked about herWake Up, Nashvilleexperience, but now I’m almost certain it’s something more.

I stay in the shower, waiting for Raeann to let herself in when she gets here. I’m not above bribery, and when she sees my body, she loses her mind. I’ve ingrained it into her. Little by little, I’ve set the building blocks so that when she sees my cock, she expects to feel pleasure.

And this seems like the perfect time for her to be reminded why we are what we are. We’re made for each other.

“Micah?”

Raeann’s sweet Tennessee twang greets my ears. I pretend not to hear her, soaping up my body, my fingers moving over the muscles I’ve worked so hard for.

“Micah? Your back door was open.”

Of course it was. It’s always open for her. She should know by now that she doesn’t need to tiptoe around my house. She can stomp through it with all the elegance of an elephant. Invade my space. My life. My soul. Physically and as much as possible. She’s already done all of that mentally.

The door to the bathroom creaks open, and my dick hardens. It can sense her presence like a houseplant attracted to sunlight.

“There you are.”

Through the steamy glass, her shape emerges. She’s still wearing her Pet Threads apron over a plain black tee and jeans.

Her stare travels down the length of my body, stopping at where the V leads to my cock, now fully erect. She visibly gulps, her eyes trained on my length.

Self-satisfaction thrums through me.

“I’ll, um, wait until you’re done.”

Alarm bells sound in my head. This is more dire than I thought.

She turns to leave, but her name on my lips stops her. “I thought you wanted an afternoon delight?”

“You know I didn’t write that.”

“Which I’d love to hear the story of, but the fact is, you came.” I give my dick a long, exaggerated tug, her gaze stuck on me the entire time, eye-fucking me. If a gaze was a caress, I’d be filling the floor with my cum right now. “You’re killing me,” I groan, stroking myself again.

“What?”

“I thought we were past the part where you were reluctant to claim me.”

Despite my words, she doesn’t move. She keeps staring while I slowly run my hand up and down the length of my cock, using the water and soap washing off my body as lube.

With Raeann, I can’t overwhelm her. I can’t tie her up or lock her in my house forever. It needs to be her move so I don’t trigger the fear that’s always lingering underneath the surface of her skin like a nightmare.

“Don’t lie and say you don’t want me,” I purr at her. “I bet you’re already hot for me. Your pussy weeping juices. You thought about me the entire ride here, didn’t you? Were you squirming in your seat?”

She finally lets out a small moan. Her palms press against her thighs and then tangle in her apron. Slowly, she reaches behind herself and unknots the strings. It drops to the floor.

“There’s my girl.” It’s about walking a tightrope until I can show her why she belongs to me.

“I’m scared,” she admits, unclasping the button on her jeans.

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