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of breath I’m working with, and I quite frankly need to pee.”
    He went completely still for a second and then dissolved into laughter. I joined him for a second and then climbed off him and out of the bed. Still giggling, I ran to the bathroom and shut the door, taking care of business before stepping up to the sink. Flicking on the light, I looked into the mirror.
    “Ahh!” I screamed at my reflection. Last night’s curly do was a frizzy fro.We’re talking eighties Chaka Khan hair.What was left of my mascara was ringing under my eyes in splotches. Speaking of eyes, mine were of the bloodshot variety.
    “You look fine!” he shouted from the bedroom.
    “Fine for roadkill,” I muttered. Grabbing emergency hair serum and a brush, I tamed the beast and twisted it into a tight bun. I brushed my teeth and scrubbed my face. I opened the door a crack and announced, “I’m going to take a shower.” Shutting the door, I switched on the tap and set the shower temperature to a shade below scalding. Grabbing a washcloth and a bottle of body wash, I climbed in the shower.
    A minute later I heard the door open. “Do not be offended. I have to pee.”
    “Do what you need to do.” A flush later and the curtain opened.
    “You know New York City is under strict water conservation laws.”
    “I think I read that somewhere.”
    “You would only be doing your civic duty to share the water.”
    “Far be it from me to shirk my civic duty. Come on in.” He climbed in behind me and I saw him place a foil packet on the soap ledge.“You need an umbrella in the shower, S. Dub?”
    “I am just that civic-minded, Ti-Ti.” He took the washcloth from my hand, knelt down, and began to lather me in stroking circles. He started at my feet and ankles and worked his way up the front, down the back, and along my sides. By the time he stood back behind me, I was a panting bundle of nerves and sensations. He adjusted the spray to hit the side wall and whispered,“Lean forward.”
    “Oh my God,” I breathed, leaning forward and bracing my arms on the tile in front of me. The sound of the foil packet tearing took what was left of my breath away. I closed my eyes, widened my stance, and waited for his entry. Instead of the gentle, incremental slide I was used to, he slammed into me, filling me deep and quick in one confident stroke. I screamed out and my knees buckled.
    “I got you,” he said, holding me around the waist. “You okay?”
    “Do it again.” Pulling all the way out, he slammed back in, touching places I did not know existed.
    “Just like that?”
    “Again,” I whispered, needing everything he had to give me. He stroked again and again, somehow with different angles and depth. With his free hand, he reached up and flicked that long finger against my sensitive nipple. It was more than I could take. With a sharp, keening cry, I exploded, and wave after wave poured through me. Unsteadily, I pushed his arms from around me, turned and dropped to my knees. Before he knew what I had in mind, I took him in my mouth and sucked.
    “Oh, sweet mother of …Oh.” He swore under his breath and locked his knees as I used my mouth to express my appreciation for his talent and attention to detail. With a free hand, I cupped him and squeezed while still applying suction. That’s all it took. He moaned low and long, threw back his head, and released. I stroked him through it and just as he was finishing, I sucked one more time. “Christina!” He gave up a little morebefore I let him go. He sunk down to the tub floor next to me. “Wow.”
    “Exactly,” I responded without meeting his eyes.
    He sighed and leaned his forehead against mine.“What is it now?”
    I shrugged and whispered,“How did you know?”
    “What? That you would like it like that?”
    I nodded.
    “I see the depths in you. You aren’t near as buttoned-up and proper as you would have people think.”
    Humph. This guy knew more about me in thirty-six hours than my