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slid her hands along the wet tiles, stretched her arms
up and out to either side, and pressed her palms flat to
the opposite walls of the shower. Let him look, let him
want and ache, as she had wanted and ached for eleven
fucking years.
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His lips drew taut in a knowing, masculine smile. It
told her clear as day that he knew her every thought,
her every need.
His cock strained against the faded denim of his
jeans, hard and thick, the heavy bulge impossible to
miss. She wanted to see it, wanted to touch it. She
wanted to feel the slick glide of it in her fist, in her
mouth. Inside her, fast and deep.
Desire kicked her in the gut. She wanted to scrape
her nails and her teeth over his skin. Lick him. Bite
him. Touch every part of him like she had done a
thousand times in her dreams.
His fingers slid toward his button fly. But he only
paused there, waiting.
“Is there an accountant?” he rasped.
“A wha—” She froze, thoughts spinning like radial
tires on black ice, and then she got what he was asking
her. Was she involved with anyone, with some mortal guy
who could offer her the picket fence? “No. No accountant.”
Not that she hadn’t tried. But over the years, no one
had measured up to the lover who haunted her midnights, and eventually she’d stopped trying. “There’s no
one.”
Holding her gaze, he offered a feral smile, a reward
