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Arriving at the scene in Blair’s bathroom, it’s not half as bad as I imagined. The water’ s spritzing, and the pipe is loose, but it’s not a full-blown geyser. Most of the water falls back into the basin, so there’s minimal risk of flooding Karen.

Too bad. She’d have something to do.

Thankfully, the pipe isn’t bent, just snapped out of place. Despite it only being a five-minute job tightening the valves, my t-shirt’s soaked when I head back across the hall.

“My brother should be shot on the spot for putting that shower cubicle in a modern bathroom. You need an anti-slip mat.”

Blair looks up from where she’s layering the lasagna and takes me in with a cheeky smile. “Had a little accident, did you?”

I follow her line of sight, finding a wet patch on my groin. “Yeah, fixing showers turns me on.”

“I was implying something else, but coming in your pants works better. I guess you had more say in the design than I did. I like your walk-in shower.”

“It fits us both. I doubt yours would.”

“Should I say thank you with words or gestures?” She rounds the island, purposely bending down as she pops the lasagna in the oven, her sweet ass peeking from under the hem of one of my white t-shirts. I groan at how good she looks in white, a stark contrast to her tanned skin and brown hair.

“You forgot the cheese.”

“No, I didn’t. I add it closer to the end so it melts but doesn’t burn. Unless you prefer it burned.”

“Leave it. I don’t need athank you, B, but I won’t stop you saying it with gestures.” I step back to lock the door and yank my t-shirt over my head. “We have forty minutes before the food’s ready.”

“Thirty,” she counters, crossing the room and jumping into my arms, her bare, warm, wet pussy pressing into my stomach. “You’re forgetting I need to sprinkle the cheese on top.”

“Shameless,” I tut, supporting her with one arm, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. I push the other hand between us, strumming her clit. “No panties.”

She moans, biting my earlobe as I carry her into my bedroom. “They were wet.”

“I bet they were.” Dropping her on the bed, I strip out of my clothes and fall forward, my face conveniently landing between her legs. “Lay back and open wide, baby.”

Before she obeys, I’m on her, coating my tongue in the first taste of her arousal.

“D-Don’t,” she gasps, arching her hips, both hands weaving into my hair when I blow on her clit. “Don’t call me that.”

I lick her, push my tongue in then out, and in and out until she claws my scalp, her thighs holding me hostage. “Don’t call youwhat, baby?”

I suck her clit and the slap she lands on my head isn’t half as hard as she intended, I’m sure. “You’re breaking the rules, Cody.”

Prying her legs open, I crawl higher, locking her between my arms as I dive for a kiss.

I want her lips.

The silent, no-kisses fucks were fun at first but the longer we do this, the more uncomfortable I am when I work myself into her as if she were a sex doll.

Fuck the rules. She either uses her lips to speak or to kiss me.

I miss the mark when she turns her head, my lips landing on her ear. I bite and suck the lobe hard enough that she’ll know it’s not what I wanted, then yank her t-shirt over her boobs, coming down on them like I’m starving.

“Oh shit, that feels so nice.” She grabs my ass, spurring me on, demanding more, faster, harder. “I need you deeper. Please.”

“As you wish.” I flip her over, cross her ankles, and shove a pillow under her hips. “As deep as I can get,” I say, forcing my cock between her thighs. “Tell me what you did all day.” With one long measured stroke, I’m in. Fuck... I need a second to catch my breath because this is the absolute perfect position.

“No, no, no,” she chants quietly when I pull out and slam back in deeper than ever.

I halt, my heart pounding like a train on the tracks. “What is it, B? Does it hurt? You want to stop?”

“No! God,no. Don’t stop,” she mewls, grasping handfuls of the sheets when I repeat the maneuver. “It’s... it’s amazing, I promise. I meant... I meant...” Another moan rips from her chest. She arches her spine so hard I think it might snap. “God, that’s so good.”