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There isn’t an inch of me he hasn’t already seen, so why bother being shy now?
    He catches me by the waist and pulls me to him, kissing me in the most incredible, heart-stopping way. I’m going to remember his kisses for a long time. And I almost envy all those escorts he has yet to spend time with. They have no idea how lucky they’re going to be.
    ‘One for the road, beautiful.’
    It’s not a question, and he knows my response.
    I smile, dragging him towards the shower, and he grins back. We didn’t manage it last night. So we’re doing it now.
    I switch it on and we step underneath the warm jets, the water hitting our bodies as he once more pulls me against him, kissing me with a hot-as-hell urgency that I can’t help but respond to. And then he pushes me back against the wall and smiles that smile at me again as he opens his balled-up fist to reveal the necessary condom, and I laugh. I’m so fucking relaxed in this man’s company, it’s ridiculous. But I can barely wait for him to slip the condom on over his already hard cock, in fact, I’m so desperate I know my breathing’s all over the place. And my heart isn’t fairing much better, I can feel it, hammering away inside of me, banging against my ribs with its impatient rhythm.
    He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his hips as he pushes into me, the water that’s thundering down over us making everything feel so much more intense. He’s even more beautiful wet, and I cling on to him like my life depends on it as he thrusts into me.
    He takes my hands, raising my arms up above my head, back against the wall, our fingers intertwining and it’s crazy, the things I’m feeling here. A barrage of emotions I never had to think about before are suddenly filling my head, and I don’t understand what’s happening. I don’t understand it, but I know what it is. And as he finds that place within me, something that shakes me to my very core takes over and I cry out in pleasure and pain and a frustration I have never experienced before. I’m happy and sad and scared. More than anything, I’m so fucking scared. Because I know, the moment he leaves my body, the moment I dress and walk away from him, there’s no turning back.
    And I don’t know how to deal with that.
     
     
    Neal
     
    I leave her to get dressed and head back into the bathroom. I’m as confused as fuck, but at the same time I know exactly what’s going on. And I also know I need to fight it. Last night was just a glorious, incredible fucked-up fantasy, but today is a new day. There are things I need to do, even though it’s Sunday. I have work, that’s why I’m here. Maybe she has, too, and suddenly the thought of her with another man… I can’t explain how that makes me feel. So I try to push the thought away, ignore it; pretend none of this is happening.
    I grip the edges of the basin and drop my head for a beat or two before I look up into the mirror. I look tired. But that’s only to be expected. We didn’t get all that much sleep.
    I splash freezing cold water over my face a few times before I step back under the shower and quickly get washed. I need to look my best for the meeting this afternoon. I’m here to do a job. I need my head in the game.
      Going back into the bedroom I notice she isn’t there, and my stomach dips with the fear that I might have missed seeing her one last time before she leaves, but I can hear movement out in the living room, and relief swamps me.
    I quickly pull on jeans and a T-shirt, run a hand through my damp hair to push it back off my face, and head into the living room. She’s by the door, all dressed and ready to go. This is it. The moment reality comes crashing back to engulf us both. Maybe she’s relieved about that. I don’t know if I am.
    ‘I should be going,’ she says, hovering by the door. And I don’t want her to leave. I don’t. Seriously. Something happened last night. I knew it the second my eyes met hers, I felt it.