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slowly turning red. The other goes between her legs to find her soaking pussy. The hard knot of her clit, which he tweaks between his thumb and forefinger, jerking it.
    She cries out, spreading her legs. He pushes a finger inside her. Then another. A third. He fingerfucks her until she bucks her hips, and he slows, stops, keeping his fingers deep in her hot, wet pussy. Smacks her ass again, the other cheek this time.
    “You want it.” The words drop out of him like stones into water, solid and making ripples. “Tell me you want it.”
    “I want you, Elliott.”
    “You want me to what?”
    “Fuck me,” Simone breathes. “Make me come. Make me hurt, Elliott. Please.”
    Gripping her hips, he turns her and lays her back on the edge of the bed, her legs spread. Everything open to him. Her pussy’s wet and swollen, and he uses the tip of his cock to tease her clit, stroking it over her flesh again and again until she begins to tremble.
    He can’t stop himself then from pushing his prick inside her. Her pussy tightens on him, clutching, and he pinches her clit as he fucks in and out of her. Faster.
    Her eyes capture him.
    “What do you want?” he asks her, voice strangled and choked with his own pleasure.
    “You,” Simone cries. “I want you.”
    Seating himself balls deep inside her, Elliott stops thrusting. Looking deep into her eyes, watching her pupils dilate, he spanks her clit. Hard. And when he feels her come around his cock, her pussy squeezing and fluttering all over him, he comes too.
    With a wordless shout, Elliott spent himself in his fist. He came so hard he painted the shower’s tile walls. Four, five spurts that left him gasping and shuddering. His hand skidded on the wall, and the world spun from the hot water and force of his orgasm.
    With the aftershocks of his climax still pulsing through him, he spun the faucet handle, turning the water back to cold. Another set of gasps tore from his throat as the frigid spray hit him in the face, but it didn’t stop his cock from throbbing out another last few tremors.
    In the bedroom Elliott fell naked onto the bed and let everything settle. The ceiling fan spun lazily over his head, drying him, and he watched the blades turn until he was slightly hypnotized. He swallowed heavily.
    Still thinking of her.
    Incredibly, despite the huge orgasm he’d just had, arousal continued to stir low in his gut. Another erection was too much to ask at the moment, but even though he’d nearly blown off the top of his head with that climax, it had all been fantasy. The reality of it … of her … had been so much better.
    He’d been a moron to tell her that he didn’t want to see her again. It had been a lie, and worse, as Molly had said, because he’d been lying to himself as much as to Simone. Maybe more.
    If he called her now, would she want to talk to him? See him again? Could she forgive him for being such a prick?
    He half rolled, finding his phone and thumbing the screen to look at the numbers stored there. He hadn’t deleted hers. He had, in fact, entered Simone’s information as a contact. He’d made her permanent in his phone when he had no intention of doing the same with her in his life.
    “You’re a fucking idiot,” he said aloud.
    He didn’t call her.
    Slipping into a pair of boxer briefs, Elliott went to the kitchen to scramble some eggs and fry up some potatoes. Breakfast for dinner had always been one of his favorite meals, once upon a time the only thing he’d known how to make for himself on those nights when his mother hadn’t been home to make sure he ate. Or the times when she’d been home but incapable of holding her head up straight, much less fixing him dinner.
    Molly’d been the one to teach him how to cook real meals beyond boxed mac-n-cheese or tuna sandwiches. She’d taught him how to cook pasta to the perfect texture and make his own sauce out of simple ingredients. Nothing gourmet, but all good.
    Molly had also taught him to