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she closed her eyes and imagined it was Scott.
    Sure, he could be an asshole sometimes, but he was hot. Also, he was sort of a capable asshole—someone who got things done—and that was attractive.
    She could just picture those hot eyes watching her as he stroked her, commanding her to come for him. Damn, she loved how dominant he could be. She sighed and moved her hands between her legs, gasping at how much more sensitive than usual she was.
    Lately, stress had kept her from being able to enjoy any alone time. But she was definitely enjoying it now.
    A thump in the bathroom made her jump, and as her heart pounded painfully, her eyes flew open and she found herself looking straight into the blue eyes she’d been imagining.
    His jaw dropped and he turned away with a hand over his eyes. “Sorry! Sorry! When you didn’t answer the door, I freaked out.” He stayed facing away from the shower as she struggled to cover her body with her hands.
    Damn, how embarrassing it was to be caught masturbating by the man she was thinking of while doing it!
    Dammit, dammit, dammit!
    “Um, can I help?” he joked.
    Her face flamed. He had seen. She picked up a bar of soap and threw it at him over the top of the door, and he slipped out with a laugh.
    She leaned against the wall of the shower. When her heart finally slowed, she realized it was actually kind of incredible. He’d been worried about her, not perving on her.
    Perhaps it wasn’t such a big deal. But when he offered to help, did he mean it, or was he just easing the tension?
    Because now that she thought about it, an orgasm would be amazing. She didn’t have to let it mean anything. But wouldn’t it be nice to be held in his strong arms, completely safe, as she let herself be pleasured?
    He was attracted to her. So what if he couldn’t or wouldn’t look for a commitment? Maybe he could just help her out of her shell. They could enjoy time together and then go on their way.
    She took a deep breath, drawing all her courage up inside her, and then called out to him. “Um, Scott? Did you mean what you said?”
    After a moment, he appeared in the door, head cocked. He was wearing a suit, as he’d been working prior to coming over. “About?”
    She kept her hands over her body and then slowly removed them, showing herself to him. She couldn’t believe she was being this brazen, but there was something about him that just made all her reservations slip away.
    “Are you serious?” he asked, taking a step toward the shower and unbuttoning his dress shirt as he went. “Hell yes.”
    “You offered,” she said huskily. She needed this. She needed to forget, to just be alive for a few moments. He was perfect for that, with his big hands and his big muscles. Those eyes…
    “I did,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically breathy.
    She rubbed a hand lightly over her breast, waiting for him to make a move.
    “You said you wanted to keep it uncomplicated,” he said. “Now you’re tempting me…”
    She grinned. “Keep it simple, then. I just need…”
    He stepped into the shower, ignoring the fact that he was in a dress shirt and work slacks. He pinned her to the wall with a hand on either side of her head. “What do you need?”
    She drew a finger down his chest, loving the way his muscles became even more apparent in his soaked and transparent dress shirt. She reached for his belt, but he stepped back, giving her a full view as he removed it himself.
    “As long as you don’t let this confuse you,” he said. “It’ll be my pleasure.”
    “My pleasure,” she corrected.
    “Honey, your pleasure is my pleasure,” he said, tossing his belt over the top of the shower and unbuttoning his pants. She reached out to pull his shirt down over his arms, leaving him bared in a wet undershirt. He pulled it over his head with both hands in one smooth movement, and she gasped at the sight of his beautiful body.
    Something about having him here with her, alone in the shower,