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her face was serious, full of a single-minded determination that was more at home on her sister's face than hers.
    The fantasy shifted without my direction. The woman on her knees in front of me was no longer my Kat, with her sexy smile and easy laugh. The woman looked the same, but I could see the difference in the set of her jaw, the faint worry line between her eyes. She didn't say a word as she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock...
    “Dammit!” I opened my eyes, blinking back the water.
    I took a slow breath, my hand tightening almost painfully on my cock. I had to get Livie out of my mind before I continued. My balls were aching, but there was no way I was going to jerk off to the sister of the woman I loved, even if she was my wife. Damn…how fucked up was that?
    “Katka.” I said her name out loud, trying to refocus. “My Kat.”
    I focused my thoughts on her. The memory of her kiss, how her mouth felt under mine. Soft, willing. None of the hesitation I'd gotten from Livie on our wedding day – the only time we'd ever kissed.
    “Stop thinking about Livie,” I reminded myself.
    I closed my eyes, reforming the mental image of Katka's body in front of me. Her hand on my cock as her mouth moved down my chest, teeth scraping over my nipple the way I liked.
    I let out a shuddering breath as I started to move my hand again. Firm, sure strokes that I pretended were being made by Katka. Her hands were smaller than mine, but her fingers were long and strong. Like her sister's. Livie had spent years drawing and sewing, giving her fingers a strength and dexterity that had been obvious from the first time I'd taken her hand. Katka had it too, so I wondered how much of it was genetic...
    What the hell?
    Katka.
    I sped up my hand. Time, it seemed, was against me. I wanted to come thinking about my Kat, not Livie, but I couldn't seem to hold Katka in my mind very long before Livie crept back in. It was my fault, I supposed, for being so focused on telling Livie the truth. No matter what I did, she was on my mind.
    I pulled my thoughts away from Livie and tried something simpler than thinking about what I wished Katka was here to do to me. Her eyes. That was enough. The heat I saw in them when we made love. The way the pupils would widen to the point where only a thin sliver of green would be visible just before she came.
    I moaned as the pressure inside me reached a critical point.
    The way they would sparkle when she laughed. How they never looked at me with disappointment, like she could see something inside me that I couldn't see in myself. Faith and trust in a man she believed in.
    Everything tightened and then exploded. Even as I came, the image of her eyes wavered, then solidified. Same color. Same unwavering belief. But I knew those weren't Katka's eyes.
    I slapped my hand against the cool tile wall and let go of my still spurting cock. I hadn't been thinking of Livie, I told myself. It had been Katka. And just because they would sometimes get the same expression, it didn't mean I wanted Livie. I loved my Kat. Livie was just...well, my wife.
    I finished washing off in a hurry, grimacing as I rubbed the washcloth over my still sensitive cock. I tried to keep things simple as I rinsed and stepped out of the shower. Concentrating on drying off, wrapping the towel around my waist. Walking to my room and finding a pair of comfortable sweatpants. Deciding what I would make for dinner.
    All of my attempts to simplify my thinking so that I didn't have to acknowledge what just happened went out the window when someone knocked on the door. Running through a list of people it could be, my racing pulse said there was only one person I wanted it to be.
    I wouldn't be her though. Katka and I had agreed that coming to the apartment was a bad idea. Unless...hope flared. Maybe she'd decided it was time to tell Livie. Maybe that's what she was here to help me do.
    I opened the door and a smile broke across my face. “Kat.”