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He turns and his eyes bore into mine as he steps back into the spray and I barely resist the urge to smile. This may be fun but I’m not going to let him win either. That’s just not me. When his back is free of bubbles, he closes the gap between us and a slow smile stretches across his face.

“Time for the front.” He glances down at his cock, hard as a rock and bobbing between us, to emphasize his point and I nod.

“Of course. Wouldn’t want you to be dirty,” I purr as I swipe the loofa over his chest. His Adam’s apple bobs as he watches me and I can practically see images of what he wants to do to me playing out in his eyes. With my free hand, I explore his body, touching everywhere but never lingering long enough to give him any satisfaction.

“Concede,” he commands, his voice gravelly and full of desperation and I flash him a smile as I shake my head.

“Never.”

“Keep it up, Princess. I’m only human and I’m going to lose my shit soon.”

I tilt my head to the side like I’m thinking about it as I skim my fingertips over his cock. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you want it?”

“Eleven.”

“Hmm,” I hum, glancing down his body as I wrap my fingers around his length. “I don’t know. You don’t seem like you’re at an eleven yet.”

“Don’t test me, Carly.”

Releasing him, I place a dramatic hand over my heart. “Oh, we’re making threats now?”

He doesn’t say anything and I grip his erection again, stroking it a few times before I release him and push him under the water. The water runs over his body, highlighting all his delicious muscles, and he stares at me, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes desire pool in my belly. When he’s free of the bubbles, I hold my hand out to him and he takes it, pulling me to him as he steps out of the water, meeting me halfway.

With a smile, I lead him over to the bench and push on his shoulders until he sits down before climbing on his lap. His hand immediately grips my hips and he thrusts up, rubbing his cock against my core. I lean in and kiss him, a quick hot kiss that is sure to tease him even more, before moving his head to the side and kissing his neck. He groans, his grip tightening as he thrusts up again.

“What about now?” I whisper in his ear. “Still an eleven?”

“Yes,” he growls.

“I’m not so convinced.” I nip at his ear before pulling back and when our eyes meet, he’s glaring daggers at me.

“I swear to fucking God, I’m gonna hold you down and fuck you until you lose your goddamn voice. And when I come inside you and get you pregnant, I’ll name the baby “Eleven” so you never fucking forget that I’m at the number eleven.”

I throw my head back and laugh, not even able to stop it if I wanted to and he holds me closer, burying his head in my chest as he groans in frustration. I’m still laughing with tears pooling in my eyes when he pulls back and shakes his head at me. He may be horny as hell but there is still a smile teasing his lips as he watches me lose it over his statement.

“I fucking love the sound of your laugh,” he declares and my laughter dies down but the smile doesn’t leave my face as our eyes meet. If I’m being honest with myself, there is a lot about him that I’m really starting to like but admitting it is dangerous. Instead of saying anything, I lean forward and press my lips to his in a sweet kiss that hopefully tells him some of the things I can’t say.

This isn’t going to last and there is no future for us, but Chance is different from the other guys I’ve hooked up with. Maybe it’s just the fact that he came into my life when I was feeling vulnerable, but he means something to me even if I know it will inevitably end.

His hand slips up into my hair and he groans against my lips before pulling away. “Let’s get out and dry off. The water’s going to get cold soon and I have plans for you tonight.”

I nod and climb off his lap, turning the water off as he steps out and grabs some towels. He tosses one to me and I watch him as we both dry off, wondering just what his plans for the rest of the night entail. When I’m dry, I wrap the towel around my chest and secure it before going to the mirror. Before I can do anything, Chance steps up behind me again and with a smile full of promise, releases my towel. It falls to the floor, but he never takes his eyes off me, switching between my gaze and the reflection of my body in the glass.

He molds his body to my back and one hand wraps around me, positioned just underneath my breasts and the other slowly starts creeping down my stomach. Panting, I watch with laser focus as his fingers find my clit and his foot nudges mine. I spread my legs and plant my hands on the counter in front of me as he begins massaging my pussy, building me up to an earth-shattering orgasm quickly.

“Look at me, Carly,” he whispers in my ear and my head jerks up, my eyes finding his in the reflection as he slips one finger inside me. Moaning, I lean back into him for support but he quickly pulls it out and goes back to teasing my clit.

“Chance,” I whine and he flashes me a victorious grin.

“On a scale of one to ten…”

I don’t let him finish his question as I spin around and hop up onto the counter, my arms and legs wrapping around his body. He quickly abandons his revenge and picks me up off the counter with my legs firmly wrapped around his waist before carrying me into the bedroom.

After laying me down on the bed, he pulls away and bends down, coming back up with a condom. He unwraps it and I prop myself up on my elbows to watch as he slips it on. His gaze finds mine once again and he puts his knee between my thighs as he moves over me on the bed. More than ready for him, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down on top of me, kissing him as he lines his cock up with my entrance. With his lips still pressed to mine, he thrusts forward slowly and all the air rushes out of my body in ecstasy. This is exactly what I needed.

He sets a slow pace, alternating between looking in my eyes and kissing me and as he’s sinking into me, it occurs to me that I don’t know what to call this. Usually, I fuck guys or have sex with them, but this feels like more. Maybe it’s making love but since I’ve never experienced it, I can’t know for sure. Whatever it is, it’s intense. It’s like we’re the only two people on the earth and we have endless time to enjoy this moment. Here in my bedroom, my past is gone along with all my fears and for a second, I can allow myself to feel things that will never see the light of day.

I want a snapshot of this moment in my mind for when this ends, so I can look back and be grateful for the time I did get to have. These past few weeks with him have to be enough to get me through the next seventy years and I want every second of it to be seared into my brain. Even our looming demise can’t ruin this perfection.

Chance groans, closing his eyes for a brief moment before leaning down and kissing me again. Pressure coils inside me and I grip him tighter as my release starts to take control of me, crying out.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his muscles tightening before he lets out a low groan that draws a little sigh of contentment out of me. After a few seconds, he pulls out of me and stands, tossing the condom in the trash before climbing back into bed and pulling me into his arms.

“Shit, Princess, I think I saw stars that time.”

I arch a brow and peek up at him. “You think? Guess I’ll have to work harder next time.”

He chuckles and tucks me into his body, kissing the top of my head as he holds me. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, Chance,” I whisper and close my eyes, trying not to dwell on how many more times I’ll get to say that to him.