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His erection pushes against my lower stomach, hard enough to feel through his trousers and my dress. I shift my hips, wanting more of the pressure, and his grip tightens. He rolls his hips against me, slower this time, and my breath catches against his mouth.

The kiss turns rougher. One of his hands slides into my hair while mine moves to his shirt. I undo another button. Eric barely seems to notice. His mouth moves along my jaw and down my neck while his hips keep me pinned to the door.

If I don’t stop this, we’re going to have sex right here. I’m close to letting it happen, but I’ve been at work since early this morning. I want the day off my skin before his mouth goes any lower.

“I need a shower,” I manage. “You can come with me.”

“Lead the way.”

In my bathroom, Eric stands behind me and lowers the zipper of my dress while I turn on the shower. By the time the water is warm, our clothes are scattered across the floor and we’re naked beneath the spray.

We don’t get much washing done. Eric draws me against him and kisses me while the water runs over our skin. His mouth moves along my jaw and down my neck, lingering long enough to make my head fall back. Then he lowers his head, closes his lips around one nipple, and circles it slowly with his tongue.

I reach between us.

His cock is hard and heavy in my hand. I stroke him from base to tip, and his breath catches against my chest. He braces one hand on the wall beside my head and starts fucking himself into my fist. The first thrust is slow, but when my fingers tighten, his hips drive forward harder.

I like seeing him this way. Eric is always calm and sure of himself. Now his jaw is tight, his breathing is rough, and he can’t stop moving against my hand.

I love seeing him lose control.

I sink to my knees on the wet tile, curl one hand around his base, and take him into my mouth. Water runs over my face, but I close my eyes and find a rhythm. Eric swears as I hollow my cheeks and draw back, his fingers sliding through my wet hair.

I keep going until his thighs tighten. I take him deeper, breathe at exactly the wrong moment, and get a nose full of water.

I pull away coughing. Eric catches my arms and helps me to my feet. His concern lasts until he sees I’m fine. Then amusement begins to shine in his eyes.

“Don’t laugh,” I say.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

He shuts off the water, still fighting a smile. We make a careless attempt at drying off, but the moment he kisses me again, the towels drop to the floor.

I take his hand and lead him down the hall. By the time we reach my bedroom, we’re still damp, and a trail of wet footprints follows us across the floor.

Eric catches me around the waist and lowers me onto the bed. He follows me down, his warm body covering mine as the sheets cling to my back. His cock presses against my thigh, and his mouth finds mine again.

Eric begins moving down the bed.

“I’m ready,” I tell him. “You don’t have to do that.”

He settles between my legs and runs his hands along my thighs, spreading them wider.

“I know.”

“Then—”

His eyes hold mine. “This is for me.”

He kisses the inside of one thigh, then the other, lingering over each. His hands slide beneath my legs, and he pulls me closer to his mouth.

The first stroke of his tongue draws a moan from him. His fingers tighten around my thighs as he does it again, slower this time, before closing his lips around my clit. My hand twists into his wet hair, and when I tug, the sound he makes vibrates through me.

He sucks harder. His hips shift against the mattress, his cock seeking pressure as his mouth works over me.

Two fingers slide inside me. He pushes them deep and curls them, keeping a steady rhythm as his mouth works over my clit. My body tightens around his fingers.

“Eric—” His name breaks off as I come. He grips my thighs and keeps his mouth on me, carrying me through every wave. Before I’ve caught my breath, his tongue moves over me again.