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I didn't want to have sex in the shower. I had plans to take her in my bed, and I wanted to get her so worked up that she wouldn't protest the horizontal surface. She never said she was against sex in beds, but she'd carefully avoided them.

I figured it was part of her system of beliefs. If she didn't have sex in someone's bed, she couldn't fall for them or some nonsense.

I wanted to break down all her walls and show her how life could be different. I wanted her to rely on me and not worry that I'd ever let her down.

I lathered every inch of her until she was warm and pliant, then waited patiently for the water to rinse her off.

She moved to cup my dick, and I stopped her with a hand on her wrist. "Not here."

She arched a brow. "Then where?"

"You'll see." I reached around her to turn off the water and then grabbed a towel from the warming rack. I wrapped it around her, rubbing her dry. Then I quickly toweled off my body. I reached for her hand, leading the way into the bedroom.

At the foot of my bed, I turned her to face me so that I could kiss her. She sighed into my mouth, and I tugged her free of her towel. It fell to the floor, and I pulled her toward me, her soft body against my hard.

Then I turned so that I fell onto the bed behind me and reached for her at the last minute. She tumbled on top of me. Laughing she asked, "Was this your sneaky way of getting me in your bed?"

I quickly turned us so that she was pinned beneath me. "Now you're not going anywhere."

She smiled up at me. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

With a growl, I lowered my mouth to hers, my cock already seeking her warm center. I glided through her folds, forcing myself to be patient. And this time when I entered her, it was slow and tortuous.

She gripped my forearms as if she was afraid that I was going to pull out and leave, and maybe she was. Maybe this was at the heart of all her fears. She never expected anyone to stay. So, fast sex was easier to predict. And it was expected the parties walked away afterward. If she had no expectations, she couldn't be hurt.

I intended to change that for her. I wasn't sure how I was going to do it or whether it would be successful. But I had to try.

I sucked on her nipples as I moved slowly inside her, pulling out to the tip before gliding back in. I finally released her nipple, sitting back so I could change the angle. I wanted to hit that spot inside her that would feel unlike anything else.

I wanted to drive her higher than ever before.

When the moans escaped her mouth, I knew I was on the right track. I gripped her thighs as my dick disappeared into her channel.

I circled her clit, relishing in the way her body spasmed hard around me, squeezing my orgasm from my body. We came at the same time. The endorphins rushed through my body, making me feel like I could fly.

I rested my body over hers for a second before rolling to the side and bringing her with me. I couldn't even speak; the moment was so intense, so incredible. I'd never felt anything like this before. I just hoped she didn't get spooked.

Instead, she curled into my side, her head on my shoulder and her fingers playing with the short hairs on my chest.

I kissed her head, the feelings of tenderness washing over me in waves. I held her tight, never wanting to let her go.

Chapter Twenty-One

Ivy

Cooper set an omelet in front of me. "I'm working on the flower boxes at the senior center today, and I could really use your advice."

I glanced up at him. "You could use my advice on what to plant in flower boxes?"

Cooper nodded as he wiped his hands on the kitchen towel. "You have an eye for colors and design."

My forehead wrinkled as I picked up my fork. "Wouldn't a landscaper be a better person to ask?"

"We've always worked on their flower boxes. It's a little out of our wheelhouse, but we never say no to helping Phyllis." Cooper turned away from me to pour coffee into two mugs. He'd taken to brewing decaf, and I'd almost convinced myself that it was the same as regular.

"And you think I'm the best one to ask for help?" I cut into my omelet. This time, he'd made it with mushrooms, tomatoes, and parmesan cheese.

"You don't have any appointments scheduled for the day, and then we can spend more time together." The last few weeks, he'd been trying to spend as much time with me as possible. He'd said he wanted to get to know me better. That it would make him a better father.

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