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Once before I had managed to convince Matt to use a bath bomb with me. It was called a “sex bomb” and it was supposed to “put us in the mood” with “exciting scents” and “natural pheromones.” I grinned at the memory. As soon as Matt realized the bomb was coating his skin in sparkles, he leapt out of the tub ranting about “looking Twilighty” and “smelling like a girl.”

“What’re you grinning at?”

“You.” I smiled. “And this bath, which is such a transparent effort to avoid saying good-bye. Sweet … but transparent.”

Matt frowned and paced the small space of the bathroom. Ha! I was right. Matt planned to leave me in the tub and slip away.

My poor, adorable night owl—he really had issues with good-byes.

“No,” he mumbled. “Maybe…”

“Can I induce you to stay a little longer?” I uncrossed my legs deliberately and spread them. Matt watched. He folded his arms and tilted his head.

“How does your cheek feel?”

“They’re cold.” I grinned.

“And you say I’m bad.” He slid me off the sink and turned me. I watched our reflection through the patchy steam on the mirror. Matt—God, he was so tall, and the look on his face was arresting. He wanted me. I knew that look.

“Getting warmer now,” I murmured, nudging my bottom against his groin. His cock stirred in his pants.

“Are you?” He spread my cheeks. He, too, watched our reflection. He lifted a hand to play with my breasts. His green eyes traveled between my face and my chest. “Such gorgeous tits, Hannah. So heavy.” He lifted one and stroked his thumb over the nipple. I shivered. “You know I have to go, and maybe I shouldn’t have come. But what if I hadn’t?”

What if he hadn’t…?

For the first time, I imagined last night without Matt. Just Seth, forceful Seth, reading the signs all wrong. Kissing me. Grabbing me. The two of us in my condo.

I shook off the thought.

“I don’t have time for what-ifs,” I said.

Matt recognized his own words and laughed reluctantly.

“You…” He sighed. “You…” He bit my neck, then my shoulder. He leaned around to bite my breast. I felt him hardening rapidly against my ass.

I reached back to caress his bare sides and play with the band of his lounge pants. With our black-eyed reflections and love-marked bodies, we looked criminal. I found myself admiring us. We dodged a bullet last night. We were living on the verge of disaster.

And it excited me.

“You make me so hard, Hannah.” Matt sank to his knees and bit my ass. He kissed it and licked it, groping the soft curves. I bent over the sink. “I’m going to f*ck you,” he said, “here—right here.” He tapped the tight ring between my cheeks. “And you’re going to get off with your fingers. I’m going to come in your ass. Understand?”

I heated instantly, a blush spreading over my face. My … my ass. Good Lord. How could Matt say that stuff with a straight face?

“Y-yeah,” I whispered.

He rose and leaned against the towel rack. He slid his dick out of his pants and stroked it as he watched me.

“Get me ready,” he said. “Get yourself ready, too.”

I crouched and fumbled with the stuff under the sink. Spare toilet paper, Windex, razor cartridges. Fuck, f*ck, f*ck … I used to have lube under here.

I was already panting, and I heard Matt chuckle behind me.

“You look good down there, Hannah.”

Finally, I found my small bottle of JO Premium.

I shuffled over to Matt, unable to meet his gaze. I wondered if I would ever feel confident in moments like this. My confidence—my sense of sexiness—seemed to come and go on a whim. And it was decidedly gone whenever Matt held the reins.

“Go on,” he said. He pushed down his pants and kicked them aside. “I would tell you to look at me, but right now…” His strong hand cupped my cheek. “Right now, you’re turning me on like this, with your blush … your lowered eyes. So shy sometimes, Hannah.”

My hands shook as I squirted lube into my palm and began spreading it over Matt’s shaft. He went on stroking my face and talking to me calmly. God, if only I could quit blushing and quaking like a mouse—but the way Matt drew attention to my nerves only made me more nervous. Maybe that was the point.

“In fact,” he said, his voice thick with desire, “don’t look at me this time. Keep your eyes lowered, and don’t speak—unless you want me to stop.”

I nodded. I spread the lube generously over Matt’s cock, from base to tip, because I knew that daunting length had to go inside me.

“Mm … you’re so good, Hannah. Now yourself. Turn around so I can watch.”

I trembled with anticipation and arousal. I turned and began rubbing lube against my anus, willing the clenched muscle to relax.

“Inside,” he prompted.

I swallowed. Right, inside.

I’d done this before, first on Matt’s birthday and once after that. We didn’t make a habit of it. It was a rare treat for both of us, and Matt insisted we exercise great caution.

I lubed up a finger and slowly pressed it into my backside. I kept my eyes lowered. Behind me, Matt moaned.