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As if that single word had been the permission Corbin was waiting for, he begins to move, sliding in and out of my pussy. He keeps his finger buried in my ass, unmoving. But each time his cock fills me, his pelvis presses against the place where his finger fills my ass. And each time, I cry out with the sensation. I can already feel myself building toward another orgasm, the pleasure radiating from everywhere Corbin is touching. Each shallow thrust of his cock inside me builds another layer of erotic pleasure. I feel the finger in my ass press downward, pulling a cry from me.

“Fuck,” Corbin growls. “You feel so good. I can feel myself fucking you.”

His finger presses downward again as he thrusts into me, pressing his cock harder against my g-spot. I scream as my orgasm slams into me, every muscle in my lower body spasming against him. The waves of pleasure pummel me, pulling more cries from my lips as Corbin’s hips move faster. I’m pushing back against him with each thrust, needing more of him, more of his cock, his finger, his praise. It’s not long before his free hand grips my hip with bruising strength and he groans behind me, pullingout of me completely, leaving me empty. I feel a warm spray on my ass and another on my back. Corbin lets out another long groan as he spills his load all over my ass. I feel him press against my ass again, but this time it’s not his finger. His cock twitches against me, spent.

“One day, angel,” he pants, pressing harder against me. “One day I’m going to fill this pretty ass. And you’re going to love it.”

I can only pant loudly as I try to catch my breath. But I secretly think he’s not wrong. Because that? That was fucking hot. It was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. And the orgasm I had with him filling both my holes? Out of this world.

When did I turn into this person? When did I become this woman who craves every dirty, depraved thing a man wants to do? Or maybe she’s always been inside me and I just didn’t know. Maybe it took someone like Corbin to coax her out of me. I don’t know, and I don’t care. I’m just happy to be living in the moment with a man who makes me feel so incredible.

I know he’s keeping me at arm’s length. He wants to keep this thing between us strictly physical, and I respect his wishes. I won’t push him for more, and I won’t beg him to feel more than he does. I knew the score when we started this thing. He’s never promised me more than sex, and I agreed to those terms. So, I know where I stand when it comes to Corbin’s feelings. I won’t ask him for more. But I worry it might already be too late for me.

Chapter 30

Corbin

I pull Avery into the shower with me, unwilling or unable to let her go just yet. Either way, I don’t give either of us a chance to think about it for very long. I’m not sure I’m ready to evaluate what I feel when it comes to her. I know I’m having fun. I’m enjoying her body more than I’ve ever done with anyone before her. That alone should scare me, but it’s hard to think straight when I just came hard enough to see stars. What isstarting to concern me is that I’m also enjoying just spending time with her. With our clothes on. I like talking to her. I like watching her draw. I love hearing her laugh at something ridiculous Jessie says. I just fuckinglikeher. Which isn’t at all what I’m supposed to be doing here.

So, I do what I’ve been doing all along and push the thought to the back of my mind. I’ll worry about it later when Avery isn’t naked and wet in my shower. When her hands aren’t sliding up my chest to wrap around my neck and she isn’t lifting on her tiptoes to kiss me. I know I just came harder than I have in my life, but I find that I can’t get enough of this woman. Her hands on my skin, my lips on hers, her warm body pressed against mine as the water rains down around us. I’m turned on, but that’s not surprising when she’s around. But sex isn’t my priority right now. Right now, I just want any excuse to keep touching her.

I use my hands to soap up her body, gliding over her slippery skin. I take my time, savoring the feel of her against my hands. We don’t speak, but something about the moment feels bigger than any words we could use. I can’t take my eyes off her as my hands skim over her gorgeous body. I’ve seen her naked more times than I can count, but something about having her here in my home, in my shower, feels more intimate than anything we’ve done so far. It’s not lost on me that this is the first time she’s been in my apartment. I don’t normally invite women to my place. It should feel strange, but it doesn’t. I push aside that thought, unwilling to evaluatethe reason behind it. Instead, I keep my focus on the moment, deciding to enjoy every second with Avery.

I even try to help her wash her hair, but she won’t let me. She pushes my hands away, arguing that she’s perfectly capable of doing it herself. I know she is. She’s one of the most capable people I’ve ever met, despite my original opinion of her being a pampered princess. She may have led a pampered life, but there’s so much more to her than that. The realization has me wanting to care for her. That’s a new one for me. Taking care of a woman who’s not family. But with Avery, it doesn’t feel weird or forced. It feels right. Which is another thing that should scare the shit out of me.

The fact that it doesn’t is another strange feeling I tell myself I should evaluate. And I will. Later. Right now, I’m enjoying this too much. I don’t want to ruin it by overthinking. I just want to keep living in the moment with her for as long as possible. Which is why, when we finish showering and she mentions going home to her own apartment, I reach for her.

“Stay here tonight,” I say, hoping she can’t hear the nerves in my voice.

Avery looks at me for a long moment before smiling. “I don’t have anything to wear.”

Relief hits me and I grin at her. “Lucky me.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “I can’t eat dinner naked.”

“Fine,” I say, sighing. “If you insist.

I dig through my dresser and come up with a T-shirt and a pair of sweats that I already know will be ridiculously large on her small frame. She accepts the garments with a shy smile.

“Thanks.”

I nod, suddenly self-conscious. I hope she doesn’t read more into this than is warranted. I just don’t want her to leave yet. I haven’t had my fill of her for the night. That’s all. It doesn’t mean this is more than just sex. I need to make sure she knows that. And I will. Later. For now, I want to see her in my clothes. In my space. Among my things. And I don’t want to evaluate why.

“I’ll order dinner,” I say.

She smiles as she pulls my shirt over her head. It’s big on her, as I knew it would be. But seeing her in my clothes sends a jolt of possessiveness through me that shocks me. Part of me wants to keep her here, just like this, for as long as possible. Keep her with me for as long as possible. But that’s another of those feelings I’m not ready to evaluate. Instead, I force myself to tear my eyes off her as she finishes getting dressed.

“I need to brush my hair before it dries into a snarled mess,” she says.

I nod as if I have any real understanding of women’s hair. “Right. There’s a brush in the bathroom. Top drawer. Is there anything you’re in the mood for?” When she gives me a teasing grin, I clarify. “For dinner.”

She shakes her head as she walks back toward the bathroom. “Surprise me.”

I watch her disappear into the bathroom before forcing myself to turn and walk out of the room. She doesn’t need me to stand here staring after her like an idiot. And she definitely doesn’t need me to watch her brush her hair. Or to help her brush her hair. No matter how badly I want to do just that. What the hell is wrong with me? It’s not like this is the first time I’ve had a woman sleep over. Granted, that was years ago and not in this apartment. Still, it’s not like I don’t know how to behave with a woman.

I go into the living room and pull up a food delivery app on my phone. I settle on this Thai place that’s not far from here. By the time Avery emerges from the bathroom, I’ve almost convinced myself that what I felt in the shower wasn’t real. I’m overreacting. The amazing sex has scrambled my brain so I’m not thinking clearly. But then I see her, standing there in my too-big clothes with her damp hair hanging down around her shoulders, and I know it’s no use. Whatever’s happening between us—whatever this thing is—it’s about more than just sex. And I need to get ahold of myself before it blows up in my face.

“I hope you like Thai food,” I say, feeling oddly shy for some reason.