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“The bathroom is stocked with all new toiletries,” I said sharply, annoyed at both myself and her. “I’m sure you’ll find them adequate for tonight.”

Her shoulders slumped. “Okay.”

She dug through my closet and picked something, then disappeared into the bathroom.

I went to the bedroom door and locked it, then shoved the key into my pocket. I did the same with the balcony door. I usually liked sleeping with it open, but there was no way in hell I would risk Sienna getting away.

Just as I started pacing the room, the bathroom door opened and she came out.

Fuck!

She was wearing my T-shirt and boxers, her blonde strands cascading down in loose curls while her doe eyes looked like she was… crying. No, she wouldn’t cry about something so simple.

“I promise I won’t touch you,” I rasped.

She headed to the bed and stopped.

“Which side of the bed is yours?”

Something was off, but I couldn’t figure out what. She couldn’t be this upset that I was forcing her to sleep in my bedroom, could she?

“You take the whole bed,” I said, making my way toward the bathroom. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

I shut the door before my aching balls could change my mind and make me sleep next to her like some perv.

I turned on the shower, then took my clothes off, discarding them on the floor, and stepped into the shower.

The moment the water touched my skin, the tension dissolved beneath the steady rush, sliding away with the water and disappearing down the drain. I released a long, weary breath, closed my eyes, and tipped my face toward the spray.

As the heat seeped into my muscles, my mind wandered to the only image I needed to find release.

Sienna on her knees sucking my cock with those beautiful soft lips while she touched herself. It was pathetic, really, that it was the only thing that had gotten me off from that moment on.

Although, now I also had the image of her grinding herself against me.

Maybe one day I’d also have an image of her tied up on my bed, her mouth gagged as her eyes watched me with desire and need. Her naked body would be limp with pleasure and frustration, her sex swollen and wet, begging to be filled.

Fuck, my erection was so hard it hurt.

I opened my eyes, watching myself jerk furiously, a man possessed as images of Sienna flickered in my mind.

Finally, I came with a grunt, spurting white ropes of cum that washed away down the drain.

The tension in my shoulders was gone, at least for the moment, so I finished washing, turned off the shower, and stepped out into the cooler air of the bathroom. After drying myself and pulling on a pair of pajama bottoms, I ran a towel through my still-damp hair. I was reaching for the light when a strange, wounded whimper reached me.

I stilled and held my breath, listening for it again.

There it was.

I dropped the towel and rushed out of the bathroom, only to find the bedroom enveloped in silence and Sienna sound asleep, looking too small and somehow fragile in my king-size bed.

Moonlight spilled through the curtains, casting pale strips of silver across the bed. Her face was half buried in the pillow and her fists were twisted tightly into the blanket, gripping it as though she were afraid someone might take it from her.

I shook my head, wondering if I was imagining things, and was just about to turn around when a scream pierced the darkness.

It was Sienna’s.

I crossed the room in four strides and sat on the edge of the mattress, reaching for her shoulders.