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His lips trail up my neck as he eases up on my body. My legs are freed and I wrap them around his waist, holding him to me.

Impatience claims me and I take hold of his face, bringing his lips down on mine and the second they touch, the second he grazes his tongue over mine, I’m a fucking goner.

———-

We lay in my bed, panting beneath the sheets, desperately trying to catch our breath. I might have given Slade a hard time for breaking in here and stealing my keys out of my locker, but damn, it was so worth it.

“Come on,” he says, pulling me up off the bed and toward the door. “Let’s shower. I have to scrub all of this sharpie off you.”

I roll my eyes but allow him to pull me along. He gets to the door and silently peels it open. Shay has been wandering around the house, singing to herself and I don’t doubt that she’d appreciate getting an eyeful of Slade’s naked ass, but I don’t exactly want her to know what we were just doing in here.

Slade’s hand drops to his junk and he sneaks out to the hallway while my eyes remain solely on his perky, toned ass. I hurry behind him and within seconds, we’re breaking into the bathroom and locking the door behind us.

Slade grins back at me over his shoulder, the possibility of getting caught always giving him the adrenalin rush that he craves.

I roll my eyes at his dumbassery and follow him deeper into the bathroom, but in doing that, I catch myself in the mirror and gawk. What the hell has he done to me? Fine black lines are covering my neck and chest, one tit has his name scrawled over it while the other has a smiley face, my nipple being the nose.

“What have you done to me?” I question, struggling to hold back my laughter.

“What?” he shrugs, leaning into the shower and grabbing hold of the tap. He glances back, seeing my reflection in the mirror and grins. “Now, I’m no artist like you, but I’m pretty fucking talented, don’t you think?”

I turn around and lean back against the vanity. “Oh, you certainly are talented, but not where art is concerned.”

His eyes flare as he turns to face me. He takes a step, dropping his eyes down my body and back up again, looking like sex on fire. His arm curls around my waist and with a hard tug, he pulls my naked body against his. “Oh, yeah?” he murmurs low. “What am I talented with?”

I push up onto my tippy toes, pressing my chest hard against his as I lean in, feeling the very tips of my lips tickling his neck. My hand snakes up around the back of his head and I let out a soft breath, knowing he’s going to feel it.

I brush my thumb over his bottom lip, entranced by the way his tongue slips out and runs along it. “Well,” I breathe. “There’s your tongue. That might just be the most talented thing I’ve ever seen.”

I drop my hand to his shoulder and then follow it down his sculptured body, watching how his eyes roll at my touch. My hand continues down over his abs, past his happy trail, and down to the monster that hangs between his legs. I curl my fingers around it, loving his deep growl that vibrates right through my chest. “But your real talent, the one that makes me desperate, the one that has me screaming your name and dreaming about all the wicked things you could do to me, that talent lies right here.”

My hand strokes up and down and I feel him harden beneath my touch.

My ass is grabbed and I’m lifted off the bathroom floor. He takes a few quick steps and soon enough, I’m pressed against the cold tiles of the shower as a freezing spray of water is thrust upon our bodies. The water quickly warms but I doubt either of us notice as he pushes up into me, fucking me like his queen.

When we finish, and my mind returns to my body, Slade puts me down and watches me as I shower. He grabs the body wash and lathers me up and from the look in his eyes, he’s more than enjoying himself, especially as he attempts to get the sharpie off my tits.

Once I’m thoroughly cleaned, Slade pulls me into his arms and we stand under the warm rush of the water, basking in one another’s presence. “So, are you ever going to tell me where you were all afternoon?”

I stare at the shower tiles, afraid to look up and meet his eyes. “I umm…kind of went to the police station and made a formal statement about what happened with Lucien.”


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