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time I used it.
    I still hadn’t tried all the options. I was afraid I might blow something up. Besides, the waterfall shower option was amazing.  
    The scalding water blasted over my shoulders, cascaded down my body, and washed away the evidence of our encounter.  
    After a long soak, I soaped up and stumbled out. I wanted to go to his room. To talk with him. To see if she was still here.
    I knew he’d get pissed at me for nosing into his business.
    But hadn’t tonight created a little shared business. Just between he and I. Didn’t I get to know about his other related businesses?
    He’d be so pissed. And I was exhausted. The day. The wine. The tower. Jake.  
    It was too much.  
    I did a speed job on my teeth and hoped not to hear about it later at the dentist. And then into a tiny pink pajama set. Pink cotton panties with a matching pink cotton tank top.
    I planned to wear it to breakfast in the morning.  
    So what if Jake said it was over between us. I didn’t have to agree. I didn’t have to make it easy for him.
    I was going to flaunt it tomorrow morning. Show him what he was turning down. Bring him back to his senses.  
    I lay in bed staring out at the Eiffel Tower, perfectly framed in the large window and velvety cream-colored curtains.
    My pussy ached with a dull radiating warmth. I traced my fingers up and down the groove and felt a dull throb, an echo of his presence there. A tingly chill raced up my back as I remembered the feeling of his pulsing thickness inside me.
    I needed him. I needed it.
    Again.  

CHAPTER NINE

    I awoke to dreams of making love on top of the Eiffel Tower. Making love to the love of my life. I floated up out of the drowsy, swirly place where the primitive parts of our brains rule.
    Which is maybe why my pussy was so damp.
    As the hard edges of the waking world slowly settled in, images danced through my mind. Jake’s cock in my hands. Beads of sweat sliding down his chiseled chest. The sky fire in his blue eyes as he came inside me. My legs clamped around his waist, clenching him into the deepest parts of me.
    My pink cotton panties were soaked through. Was that what you called a wet dream?
    The clock showed six in the morning. Why was I awake?
    There it was.
    A faint moaning. A faint cry.
    I scrambled up and snuck out my bedroom door, down the hall, through the needlessly large living room, through the dining room,   and crept down the hall to his room. The door was closed.
    I listened, barely breathing.
    There it was.
    A voice.
    Moaning with pleasure.  
    Unless he was watching porn at six in the morning, he was in there with Annika. In there doing something that made her make those sounds.
    What the fuck?
    It sounded like he was going to throw her out a window.  
    How could they no be having sex?
    Make-up sex?
    Did he really just take my virginity last night, the most beautiful, perfect night of my life. Except for how it ended.
    And now he was having some make-up sex with that bitch Annika?
    My heart thumped in my ears. My brain screamed. My hands curled into hard fists.
    He was mine!
    My stepbrother. My lover.
    Fuck that bitch.
    Serious bodily violence was a serious consideration.
    Maybe I was wrong though.
    Maybe it was porn. Or maybe a video on his phone. Some candid sex recording from Annika or some other ex. Why would he be looking at that though?
    Ugh. I had to know. Not knowing was killing me.
    Before I could think better of it, I quietly turned the knob and opened the door a sliver.
    The room was mostly dark. Just a stream of early morning light shone through a crack in the curtains.
    Two figures slowly zoomed into focus as my eyes adjusted to the dim light. There on his bed. A tall woman facing away from me. Naked but for a bra. Long blonde hair flowing down her back. Thin. Desperately in need of a month of all-you-can-eat buffets thin.
    Annika.
    She sat on top of Jake, riding him. Her hips rolled with smooth, fluid grace.
    Slut.
    I watched his thick cock