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Kind of in the same way I know I have to follow mine, knowing that as over the top as Steve might be, making me sound like some kind of property or item that ‘needs protection’. I guess I already know deep down that just like my premonition of him claiming me, I know he’s also going to be the father of our children someday soon.

My own father on the other hand? He’s going to throw a pink fit once he finds out what his little girl’s been up to while ‘kidnapped’ by her own jealous bodyguard that he hired himself.

It might mean that just like Mom, I’ll be cut off from the life of leisure I’ve been spoiled by. But every minute with Steve makes me feel like a queen that no amount of money could match.

I don’t think I’ll be any worse off with Steve…

He has a lake house and his own security firm. I don’t get the impression he’s hard up for funds. And I know I keep banging on about the déjà vu thing, but even though I’ve never been here before, everything about Steve, everything surrounding him, is so familiar.

It's like I stepped out for twenty years and have just come home again. It’s weird because I’m usually so anal about what other people might think about me. But with Steve, it all just feels so…right.

So natural.

I waste no time either in sourcing one of his secrets. The whatever the heck brand of shower gel he uses is slipping all over my body into a thick white foam once I match the scent to the man.

I’ve never smelt it on any other man and know I never will. It’s his scent all right, and just like him, it is potent. Instantly driving me back to the pitiful state of just wanting all of him all over me again.

Running my hands over myself with it, feeling myself in a way that would have made me doubt my sanity yesterday, but today? And even though the man himself is only feet away, I dunno.

I guess I really just can’t get enough of him.

The sensation of his huge hands on my waist makes me jump. Lost in the scent, the feeling of the warm water cascading over me like some magic waterfall. I almost forget where I am until he has me in his arms once again.

“I see…” he murmurs in a mock tone of accusation. “Having it off with my shower gel while I'm in the next room, eh?”

With soapy eyes, I feel myself flush with embarrassment, but it turns me on like nothing else to know that Steve’s even jealous of anything but his hands touching my skin. Even his own shower gel.

“It’s just like you,” I explain to him, giddy at the effect the man plus the scent has on me. “It smells like you anyway,” I add. Knowing that no gel, no matter how good, could ever replace Steve.

“Well. You’re gonna have enough of me all over you from now on to smell like that all the time,” he reminds me. Making me jump and then purr when his hand slides between my slippery, sudsy legs.

“…And I’ll be wearing this as my new cologne,” he boasts, lifting his fingers to my lips, letting me sense my own arousal before he kisses them. Spreading my fresh wetness over his chiseled jaw.

And if I know anything about Steve Slade so far, it’s that he's not kidding either. Getting me wet for him is like having cologne on tap, and if anyone could pull off wearing pussy juice as cologne, it’s Steve.

My own reply surprises me more than anything, though. Promising him that he’s gonna have his favorite new cologne on his face and elsewhere permanently, whether he likes it or not.

From the gripping embrace I get in reply, I know Steve likes what he's hearing. But we both feel something else.

That thing called reality that we’re both going to have to face. Pay the price for these past few unforgettable hours, or is it going to just magically work itself out like everything else has today?

That’s something I know even Steve wouldn’t be able to tell me. It’s something we’re going to have to find out together.

13

STEVE

“Iwas looking for those.”

I gently ease the panties Stacey recovers from the front seat of my truck out of her hand once we’re leaving.

I’d sooner tell Shulton to his face that I’ve already claimed my reward than have it being the one thing hanging over Stacey’s happiness.

She makes a face as I reclaim her panties, but when she watches me pressing them to my face and inhaling. The smile it gives me. The instant rush I get. She doesn’t even ruin the feeling by laughing like a maniac at me.

“You’re insane, Steve! Ew! Oh my gosh…”

She flushes redder, her cheeks still glowing from our shower together. But I can see it turns her on as much as it does me. Seeing a big guy like me reduced to something more like a pervert, but only because it is her. I’ll only ever be like this with her, and she knows it.

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