more sensitized every second. It felt like electricity was coursing through every inch of her body, and there was no way to control it. Something bigger than her had taken control of her, had maybe taken control of them both.
She’d never been with a man like him. He was so strong, so confident. So damn good at what he was doing.
He stopped teasing her breasts and shifted his hand to her clit instead, and she bit back a cry. His touch triggered a rocket fire inside her, and her hips bucked against Paul.
She couldn’t stop herself from moving, control herself at all.
All she could do was lose herself to Paul’s touch.
For his part, Paul didn’t seem like he was in much more control. His eyes were pinned to her, like he couldn’t look away. His mouth moved, but no words were coming out.
But through it all, his hands, his touch, stayed steady. The little circles he was rubbing on her oversensitized clit grew harder, steadier, and Abby bit back a scream.
The heat was building inside her, higher and higher, her heart beating faster and faster.
She closed her eyes; keeping them open was too much, too overwhelming. Even so, she could hardly hang on. She tipped her head back, letting the water splash over her face.
Orgasm took her, pushed her over the edge, her body moving without any control, her hips shaking.
She felt him coming too, going over the edge, and he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her madly again and again.
10
Abby sighed again, and Paul held her closer. What the hell had he just done?
They were both still in the spray, warm, pressed together, skin on skin. He kissed the side of her cheek.
“I’m—I’m on the pill,” she blurted out, and then burst out laughing. “Oh, God.” She put her hand over her face. “I—that’s romantic, huh?”
“No, it’s—I’m tested, I—we’re fine.” He shook his head. “I—I can’t quite believe this just happened, honestly.”
“Me...me neither.”
He pulled her into his arms, whispering into her ear. “I’m glad, though.”
She reached over and turned the shower off. “Are we clean now? Close...close enough to clean?”
“I think so,” he said, and he was laughing too. What a day. “I still want to take you to dinner.”
“I guess I’ll say yes,” she said, and they both started laughing again.
He looked around her bathroom. It looked like her towels were big and fluffy. He grabbed the biggest, fluffiest one he could find and wrapped it around Abby. “There,” he said. “That’s better. I mean, we hopped into the shower to warm up.”
“I got plenty warm,” she said. “I don’t know about you....”
“Well, let’s keep you that way.” He found a towel for himself and dried off.
“I have a washer and drier right here,” she said. “I can get your clothes clean.”
“That’d...that’d be great,” he said.
“I don’t think I have any clothes that’ll fit you. Maybe a bathrobe? Though I’m not sure I have one of those that’ll fit you either….”
He shrugged. “I’m all right in a towel, if you don’t mind.”
She looked him up and down. “Um...yeah. I don’t think I mind.”
He kissed her cheek. He wanted to put his hands all over her all over again, but she was going to get cold, and he really needed dry clothes at some point. “Go ahead,” he said. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” she said. “I...I think I’ll just put it all in one load, that’ll be faster. You’re not really supposed to but—”
“No,” he said. “I just want them dry. I don’t think anything will shrink. And if it does...I’m not sure I care.”
“I’ll check the labels. Anything that says dry clean only I’ll just put on delicate.”
“I owe you,” he said.
“Oh, you’ll get to pay me back,” she said. “I have a few questions for you. Actually, I have a lot of questions.”
He’d been waiting for that shoe to drop. She was beautiful and sexy and intelligent...and a reporter. Of course she
She’d never been with a man like him. He was so strong, so confident. So damn good at what he was doing.
He stopped teasing her breasts and shifted his hand to her clit instead, and she bit back a cry. His touch triggered a rocket fire inside her, and her hips bucked against Paul.
She couldn’t stop herself from moving, control herself at all.
All she could do was lose herself to Paul’s touch.
For his part, Paul didn’t seem like he was in much more control. His eyes were pinned to her, like he couldn’t look away. His mouth moved, but no words were coming out.
But through it all, his hands, his touch, stayed steady. The little circles he was rubbing on her oversensitized clit grew harder, steadier, and Abby bit back a scream.
The heat was building inside her, higher and higher, her heart beating faster and faster.
She closed her eyes; keeping them open was too much, too overwhelming. Even so, she could hardly hang on. She tipped her head back, letting the water splash over her face.
Orgasm took her, pushed her over the edge, her body moving without any control, her hips shaking.
She felt him coming too, going over the edge, and he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her madly again and again.
10
Abby sighed again, and Paul held her closer. What the hell had he just done?
They were both still in the spray, warm, pressed together, skin on skin. He kissed the side of her cheek.
“I’m—I’m on the pill,” she blurted out, and then burst out laughing. “Oh, God.” She put her hand over her face. “I—that’s romantic, huh?”
“No, it’s—I’m tested, I—we’re fine.” He shook his head. “I—I can’t quite believe this just happened, honestly.”
“Me...me neither.”
He pulled her into his arms, whispering into her ear. “I’m glad, though.”
She reached over and turned the shower off. “Are we clean now? Close...close enough to clean?”
“I think so,” he said, and he was laughing too. What a day. “I still want to take you to dinner.”
“I guess I’ll say yes,” she said, and they both started laughing again.
He looked around her bathroom. It looked like her towels were big and fluffy. He grabbed the biggest, fluffiest one he could find and wrapped it around Abby. “There,” he said. “That’s better. I mean, we hopped into the shower to warm up.”
“I got plenty warm,” she said. “I don’t know about you....”
“Well, let’s keep you that way.” He found a towel for himself and dried off.
“I have a washer and drier right here,” she said. “I can get your clothes clean.”
“That’d...that’d be great,” he said.
“I don’t think I have any clothes that’ll fit you. Maybe a bathrobe? Though I’m not sure I have one of those that’ll fit you either….”
He shrugged. “I’m all right in a towel, if you don’t mind.”
She looked him up and down. “Um...yeah. I don’t think I mind.”
He kissed her cheek. He wanted to put his hands all over her all over again, but she was going to get cold, and he really needed dry clothes at some point. “Go ahead,” he said. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” she said. “I...I think I’ll just put it all in one load, that’ll be faster. You’re not really supposed to but—”
“No,” he said. “I just want them dry. I don’t think anything will shrink. And if it does...I’m not sure I care.”
“I’ll check the labels. Anything that says dry clean only I’ll just put on delicate.”
“I owe you,” he said.
“Oh, you’ll get to pay me back,” she said. “I have a few questions for you. Actually, I have a lot of questions.”
He’d been waiting for that shoe to drop. She was beautiful and sexy and intelligent...and a reporter. Of course she
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