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“There are actually a few things you still don’t know about me,” I breathe out, the need for him building deep in my core.

“I’m pretty sure I know more than you think,” the confidence in his words creates a gentle wave of guilt that washes over me. I know I need to tell him and explain about my second job, but his mouth covers mine and I melt into him before another thought can even enter my mind. Heat floods through me and he pulls back, staring deeply into my eyes.

“How about you show me your place, then I’ll take you somewhere special for dinner,” he suggests and somehow I manage to nod, the fire still burning from that kiss.

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The light in my room is fading as Fifty and I lay twisted together. His eyes are closed and his breathing is deep and steady. I let my fingers graze his warm skin, tracing slowly over the black lines covering his chest. It’s only when his large hand squeezes my bare ass cheek and a smile cracks on his lips that I realize he’s awake.

“I thought you were asleep,” I offer softly.

“Nope. Just thoroughly enjoying my state of complete relaxation. I am worn the fuck out, darlin’,” his smooth response comes out with an easy chuckle.

I’m honestly not surprised. My own body feels weak and I know I need a shower, but even the thought of moving right now is exhausting. Fifty has stamina like I’ve never experienced, not that I have much to compare it to.

“I really need a shower, but I don’t want to move,” I breathe.

“Mmm…you in the shower, now that sounds like fun,” he hums and my skin heats.

I take a deep breath and finally lift up to my elbow to get a better view. I have no doubts that he could work wonders in any location.

“Okay, time to move,” I say as I sit up and slide from the bed.

“Damn. Now I’m cold,” he grumbles.

“Here you go,” I reply, grabbing the edge of the comforter and pulling it up over his chest.

“Not exactly what I had in mind,” his eyebrows raise as a fresh smile fills his face.

“I’ll be in the shower,” I laugh, starting to move across the room.

My body feels slightly sore as I step into the shower and pull the curtain closed behind me. The hot water feels heavenly pouring down over my skin. I have a feeling the soreness might continue to grow if our night keeps up like our afternoon. I know Fifty has more experience, and this pace might take some getting used to.

I squeeze the shampoo into my palm, working up a generous lather. Rubbing my hands over my hair, I start to massage my scalp, spreading the suds before letting the warm water wash it all away. I continue to stand under the steady stream, watching the water flow like tiny rushing rivers.

I take a few extra minutes conditioning and washing, and waiting. I wait for Fifty, but he doesn’t come to join me. I finally reach for the knob to turn the water off, and as I do a brief panic grips my chest. What if this is it? Maybe he left to finally get back at me for that first night. Would he? Could this have all been a game?

I reach for a large bath towel and step out, taking a deep cleansing breath when I hear his voice coming from the next room. He’s still here. But who is he talking to?

“Yeah…that sounds good,” I hear his deep but muffled voice as I wipe the condensation from the mirror and reach for my lotion.

“See you soon. Love you too,” his words are unmistakable, even with the door closed between us. My studio apartment is small and the sound tends to carry. My chest tightens and my lungs begin to burn before I finally pull in a fresh breath. I slowly push the air back out, quickly calming my thoughts before opening the door and moving back into my bedroom.

I find Fifty sitting on the edge of my bed, his jeans already covering his lower half, as he slips his feet into his boots. I watch for a second as he laces them up before his eyes finally lift to find mine. He offers me a broad smile that makes my insides melt and all thoughts seem to evaporate from my mind.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I really wanted to join you in there, but had to take a phone call,” he grins, standing and reaching for his t-shirt.

“It’s okay,” I offer as I step forward and pull open the top drawer on my small dresser.

“Is it really?” he asks, his tone changing and it’s obvious that he’s caught my hesitation.

“I heard you on the phone,” I admit and feel his warmth behind me. “I guess… I just… I didn’t think I had to share you,” I finally get the words out.

“About that. I guess I kinda lied,” his smooth whisper drops close to my ear and my chest begins to crack.

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