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cold until the stars at the edges of his vision had stopped dancing and he was sure he wasn’t going to pass out. Then he turned the water slowly to warm. Then hot.
    He’d seen Simone in the lobby of the building two days ago. She’d looked right at him. Then past him, those brilliant blue eyes gliding over him without so much as a blink of recognition. He might as well have been a stranger for all the attention she’d paid.
    He was a stranger, that was the thing. The fact they’d fucked didn’t change that. The food she’d brought him, the easy way she had about her, the way she’d kept managing to make him laugh when he wasn’t expecting it … none of that mattered. It didn’t make them know each other.
    And he had put a stop to any chance they’d have of getting to know each other, too. He’d been an idiot about it. Calling her up, telling her that he didn’t want to see her again. He wouldn’t have done it, except that Simone had proven to be the sort of woman who wouldn’t simply wait for him to call, and when he didn’t, get the picture and quietly sulk her way out of being interested.
    He’d had to tell her he didn’t want to see her again. If he didn’t, she might’ve shown up at his office with food and that hair, that body, that intoxicating smell. Because if she’d done that again, he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from taking what she was offering.
    Thinking of it now, his cock stirred. He was no fan of self-denial, but he hadn’t fucked another woman in weeks. That wasn’t that unusual. He’d been busy with work and sometimes the effort of finding conflict-free sex wasn’t worth the reward. But he hadn’t even jerked off, which wasn’t like him.
    A few strokes got him completely hard in a minute. Leaning into the water, head down to let the needle-harsh stream hit him all over the back of his neck, Elliott put a hand on the wall. He gave his cock short, careful strokes, every so often palming the head. The water didn’t make him slick enough, so he spit into his palm and shuddered at how much better that felt.
    He couldn’t stop thinking about her.
    “Fuck,” Elliott muttered as his hand moved.
    His knees bent a little as he pumped forward, into the heat and slickness of his hand. No substitute for her warm and willing pussy, but damn, after so long without coming, he was already close. His balls tightened, along with the pucker of his asshole. He let out a long, low groan.
    He could finish himself off like this in another thirty seconds, but some perverse part of him wanted to keep it going. Prolonging the pleasure was its own sort of punishment, there was no way to ignore that, but at the moment he could focus only on the shudders of sensation flooding him. Slower, slower, slower, until clear droplets of pre-come eased out of him, slicking his stroking even more.
    Bent over in front of him, she presents that perfect ass and looks over her shoulder at him with that smirk she has to know drives him wild. Her blue eyes are smudged with heavy black liner. Her black hair in soft spikes. Red mouth ripe, she shifts her hips from side to side, tempting him.
    She spreads her legs, giving him a teasing, tantalizing hint of that pretty pussy. The dark hair there. A glimpse of pink. Tilting her hips, she offers him her body, and he wants to slide his hard cock so deep inside her. Fuck her until she screams his name.
    He wants to make her beg for him.
    He takes his cock and rubs it along the seam of her cunt from behind. Then up. Simone bends her head, no longer looking at him. Waiting for him. Her skin dimples with gooseflesh; he can hear the soft, anticipatory sound of her breathing quicken when he taps her ass with his dick.
    When he covers one ass cheek with his hand, letting her feel the warmth, Simone shudders. She arches, just a little, pushing herself into his touch.
    “I want it,” she whispers.
    Elliott smacks that perfect ass, leaving behind the imprint of his hand,