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“Fuck, Mama,” he groans, tugging on my hair until I drop my head back and cry out. “We’re going to have to take this into the shower because we need to get ready to go.”

Go?

Go where?

His teeth scrape against my skin and all other thoughts flee my mind. Hunger lines his every touch as he kisses his way back to my lips and I moan into him. I throw my arms over his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist. Two strong hands grab my ass and he stands, turning toward the bathroom but he never stops kissing me. As he carries me across the room, I shed as many clothes as I can from the both of us, dropping them like breadcrumbs. When we get to the large walk-in shower, he sets me down and I quickly shove my shorts and panties off as he turns on the water. Once we’re both naked, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck, ripping a moan from my throat that he swallows with a kiss.

He walks us into the shower and under the spray, steam curling around our bodies. I reach between us but before I can wrap my hand around his cock, he spins me toward the wall and presses the front of my body up against it. The chill of the tile heightens my arousal and I moan again, pressing my hands against the wall and arching my back. Moving behind me, he keeps a firm grip on the back of my neck and slips his other hand between my legs, toying with my clit as he leans in. His breath rushes past my ear and I shudder.

“As much as I’d love to spend all night right here,” he rasps, his voice full of razorblades that make goose bumps race across my flesh. I can’t catch my breath. “You’re going to need to be quick this time so we can get to the rest of your surprise.”

Normally, I would argue. I would spin around, pin him with a glare, and demand to know what we’re doing this evening or where we’re going because I’m not a fan of surprises but right now, I don’t care. He can take me anywhere he damn well pleases as long as he makes my body break in that way that he does, shattering me into a million little pieces before putting me back together with his magic hands. The thought should scare the hell out of me but my trust in Diego is absolute. He would never do anything to hurt me or make me uncomfortable. He makes me feel safe enough to give up the control I usually cling to and tonight, I’m going to lean into the feeling.

The hand on the back of my neck moves to the front, wrapping around my throat as his fingers thrum against my clit, sending me higher and higher as warmth floods my body. I rise up on my toes and fall back into his hard chest, soaking up the feeling of him against me. Grabbing his arm, I pray that he’ll give me what I need without too much teasing. Sure, he said it would be quick but I know Diego and he likes to torture me and make me wait for the pleasure I’m so frantic for. So many nights, I’ve laid underneath him begging for relief but it’s never that easy with him.

God, I love it though.

“Yes,” I gasp as a wave of pleasure washes over me, a small taste of the release building inside me. But I want more. I buck my hips against his hand and his fingers tighten around my throat as he growls in my ear. I whimper as my nipples tighten almost painfully and my pussy clenches with need. “I need more. I need you, please.”

“This isn’t about me, Mama.”

I nod, pressing my ass back against his rigid cock. “But I need it. Please.”

“Fuck,” he rasps, pulling his fingers away from my clit and reaching between us to line the head of his erection up with my pussy before sinking into me. A gasp rips itself from my throat as relief rushes through me and I close my eyes, falling back into his large body.

He keeps one hand on my throat while the other presses against my lower belly, encouraging me to arch my back and tilt my hips toward him as he drags his cock out of me and surges forward again. Crying out, my hands find the wall and I hang on as he finds a pace he likes that is all erratic need without the hint of the teasing he usually likes. I couldn’t be more grateful.

“Jesus,” he whispers, his breath brushing over my ear and I shiver. “You are so wet and warm, Izzy. I could stay here for the rest of my fucking life, just pounding your sweet little pussy until I take my last breath.”

I shudder, my body galloping toward the release that I need more than air or food or life. “God, yes, Diego.”

“You’re getting close. I can feel it,” he says and I nod. His fingers tighten on my throat again and I moan, grabbing his arm and clinging to it. The other hand moves between my legs, playing with my clit as he pounds into me harder and faster. Each ragged breath he takes is rushing past my ear and driving me closer to my orgasm. “Make sure you scream my name, Isabelle. Let the whole fucking world know who makes you come better than you ever have before.”

My release flashes through me like wildfire and I do as I’m told, crying out his name as my knees give out. Of course, he doesn’t let me fall though, wrapping his arm around me and holding me to him as my entire body shakes in his grip. My core pulses around him, massaging his length and somewhere, in the midst of my pleasure, his grip on me tightens and a deep groan echoes off the shower walls. I peek up at him. Diego’s head is thrown back and pleasure lines his handsome face as his cock jerks inside me wildly with his release. My heart hammers in my chest and I gasp for each breath as he slowly sets me back on my feet, his eyes meeting mine. There is so much in his brown depths, things that excite and scare the hell out of me in equal measure. Instead of studying it further or analyzing what the hell it means, I turn and push up on my tiptoes to steal a kiss. He groans, his arms wrapping around my waist and holding me close as he kisses me like he can’t get enough of me.

And if the past couple of weeks are any indication, he can’t.

“Time to wash you,” he murmurs against my lips before pulling away and spinning me toward the water. Grabbing the shampoo from the shelf, he pours some into his hand before working it into my hair. His fingers massage my scalp, making sure that every strand is clean and by the time he turns me back toward him so he can rinse my hair, I am a puddle on the floor. No one and I truly mean no one has ever cared for me like this. The gesture reaches into my chest, to a place that very few people are allowed access to and I can’t take my eyes off of him as he works to make sure all the shampoo is out of my hair.

He does the same with the conditioner before rinsing it and the entire time, I can’t take my eyes off of him. The look on his face… he appears honored to be the one tasked with taking care of me and my heart thumps erratically in my chest as my stomach turns. I’m not used to this and it’s quite clear that he’s managed to short circuit my brain. Except not in the sexy, fun time kind of way.

Once the conditioner is rinsed from my hair, he grabs the body wash and flashes me a smile as he positions the open bottle above me and lets the soap drizzle over my tits. I fight back a grin. Satisfied with his work, he sets the bottle back on the shelf and begins carefully dragging his hands over my skin, working the soap into a lather, and flashing me quick glances that make my mind fuzzy. It’s stupid but there is a small part of me that tries to imagine what it would be like to have this – to be taken care of, loved, and cherished like Ali or Carly are every single day.

No.

I grit my teeth, hard, as I shake my head to myself and push the thought away. Before my best friends met their husbands and fell in love, I stopped believing in the concept all together but it’s impossible to look at Ali with Logan or Carly with Chance and deny that love exists. It’s clear in every look, every touch they share that it’s real. It’s just not meant for everyone and it’s certainly not meant for me. Allowing myself to fall into that fantasy where Diego and I might make this work and ride off into the sunset is how you end up broken beyond repair.

I won’t go back there.

Besides, it’s not even like that. What we have is simple and complicated at the same time but it will never go beyond what it is now and it’s stupid to even think like that. Not to mention, weak as hell. When I’m all clean, Diego turns me toward the shower door and smacks my ass as he shifts underneath the spray.

“Go get ready while I finish up in here.”

In a daze, I walk out of the shower and yank a towel off of the rack on the wall, wrapping it around my body and leaving the bathroom without looking back at him. I’m not trying to be a cold bitch or ungrateful for the tenderness he just showed me but I seriously need to get my shit under control before I have to face him again.

With renewed determination, I quickly get ready – doing a simple makeup look with mascara, blush, and a little gloss before putting my hair back in a low bun to combat the Louisiana heat. Once that is done, I dig through my duffel bag and find the sexiest pair of panties Diego packed for me. They certainly aren’t the raciest thing I owned before it all went up in flames but the red lace will do the trick tonight. Besides, it’s not like I need any help to seduce the man.

By the time I grab the dress off the bed and slip into it, I’m feeling more like myself, completely in control, and I take a deep breath before approaching the mirror. My reflection stares back at me – color staining my cheeks, my lips swollen from Diego’s assault on my body, and a sparkle in my eye that excites the hell out of me. I don’t know what it is but there is this electricity skating over my skin that tells me tonight is going to be a good night. Running the tip of my finger along the neckline of my new dress, I inspect it in the mirror. It’s not my usual style but I love the way it clings to my curves and makes me feel so damn pretty and feminine. God, it’s going to drive Diego out of his mind all evening and a thrill runs through me at the thought.