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“Is there anything I can do?”

“Not really.”

“I don’t like that answer,” she mumbled against my chest.

“It is what it is.”

She froze for a second, then slid down my body to her knees, taking me into her mouth before I could stop her. And now that my dick was enveloped my her warm, soft mouth, I didn’t want to. So instead I slammed my fists against the shower tiles and let out a primal moan.

My woman wanted to soothe me.

Why not let it happen? I braced against the walls to keep from buckling. Did Sam understand I was on empty? Or was she so focused on making me feel better that it didn’t occur to her? Probably the second one. Besides, her lips around my shaft and tongue swirling around my head felt good. It made me a little stronger.

Maybe this was what I needed after all.

So I closed my eyes and fully gave into it. Her little moans, the long strokes, the gentle suction. She had her eyes closed against the water, making this almost private. It was okay to take this gift.

My orgasm gathered pretty quickly. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was just seeing Sam so desperate to fix things that it turned me on in a new and different way. Regardless, I was the one moaning into the pouring shower, grunting and punching the walls as relief washed through me, down my cock, and into Sam’s throat. But that relief was quickly followed by fear.

What if I lost?

What if I lost Sam?

I sank to the shower floor beside her, pulling her into my lap. “I love you. I’ll handle this. It won’t affect anything.”

“Hey. I know. I know that, Jace. I’m not worried.” The water washed over both of us.

I only wish it washed problems away too.

19

Sam insisted I eat. So I did. Then I passed out. I woke up nine hours later to dawn and Sam curled up beside me. Also, a voracious appetite to prove last night was a fluke. The orgasm was good, the feelings of fear afterward were not.

And the best way to erase them was with an even better, mutually shared orgasm.

I sat up and read until she began stirring. I wasn’t an asshole. I had no idea when Sam went to bed last night and therefore had no idea how much sleep she needed. And Sam needed her sleep more than I needed to orgasm again.

But now that she was up…

“Hey gorgeous.”

She stretched and rolled to face me, half asleep. “How are you?”

“I’m great actually. Sleep did me a lot of good. What would you say if I went down on you right now?”

She yawned. “That you don’t need to return the favor.”

That’s what I thought she’d say. “But what if it’s just foreplay because I really missed having sex with you last night.”

She stretched the other way. “Well then, I’d say as long as you don’t mind that I’m mostly asleep, have at it.”

Perfect. I dove under the covers and between her legs, kissing her inner thighs as I removed her underwear. She was really asleep because she didn’t help me at all. And that was fine. I got permission first. I did a lot of kissing while she woke up. Her stomach, her thighs, sometimes her clit. Then back around again. Then I started massaging. Her clit, the wishbone, around her entrance. Her legs began to twitch this way or that when she liked something, and even moaned a little when I sucked on her clit and slid a finger into her channel.

I stroked around and slid back out until her muscles clenched, then massaged her bundle of nerves until she moaned out, squeezed her thighs around my head, and grabbed a fistful of my hair.

It seems I finally had her attention. Time to make it worthwhile. I withdrew my finger and massaged her folds, pinched her clit, and back down while lapping at her, then switched to two fingers stroking inside until her hips were rolling and she started calling my name.

Definitely awake now.

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