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satisfied, my nude body a bit lusher than the day before.
    Yeah. Sebastian Graham rocked in bed. Moist heat gathered between my legs at the mere thought.
    Twelve days, I reminded myself. I could fantasize about the sex tonight in my own bed. Not that the thin walls of the flat were conducive to masturbation (I could always hear my flatmates when they had girls over). But I didn’t need to waste time.
    I also didn’t need to pass up the chance to shower in an immaculate and spacious bathroom. He had a stack of what I assumed were clean towels inside a cabinet in the corner, so I pulled one out. I wasn’t the sort to root around in a guy’s home in order to know more about him—I completely believe in privacy—but co-opting items to clean up the morning after? Totally fair game.
    I helped myself to his toiletries: shampoo, conditioner, a rather nice facial cleaner, some toothpaste on my finger. My hair creamy with conditioner, I stood in the bathtub and let the hot water flow over my body. It felt so good.
    Normally, the morning after a one-night stand—and by then, I’d had my fair share—I would have run away as fast as possible, and not because of the guilt over wasting my precious work time. No, what had made me flee was having to look at myself, was knowing that I was deliberately making myself into Sebastian and Tanya, people for whom casual sex was preferred over any sort of real relationship. Not that I’d realized it on those mornings with any conscious thought. Rather, it had been months later, when I’d struggled to put my life back on track, that I’d psychoanalyzed myself, realized I’d been reshaping myself in the image of someone who had hurt me, as if that could protect me against further hurt.
    But today I didn’t feel guilty about the sex. Which unsettled me even more.
    Through the glass shower doors, I saw him watching me. He was naked and completely, unmistakably turned on. He offered me a crooked little smile and reached for the handle of the door.
    “I thought for a moment you’d left. Then I found your underwear by the bed and heard the shower,” he said. “Mind if I join you?” He actually waited for an answer, letting the cooler air from outside the shower breeze in.
    “It’s getting late, isn’t it?”
    “Just after eight.” Not nearly as late as I’d feared. “Late for a workday, but it’s Sunday.”
    Still a workday for me, but maybe I could spare fifteen extra minutes. Especially as the archives weren’t open today. Or tomorrow.
    I lifted my chin in invitation. An instant later, the shower wasn’t nearly as spacious as it had felt. He reached for me, pulled me wet and soapy against his body. His erection was hot and firm against my stomach.
    “Turn around,” he suggested. I turned obediently, as if the only thing that mattered was this moment here with him in the shower, two naked beings fairly buzzing with attraction. I closed my eyes against the spray of the shower as his hands spread through my still-conditioner-lathered hair. His expertise appeared to extend to scalp massages as well.
    We washed each other’s bodies slowly, lingeringly. Then he bent his head, his lips opening mine with his own in a melting kiss. Water dripped from his hair onto my forehead as the showerhead sprayed against my backside. I leaned into him, hungry for his taste. While his hand played between my legs, his fingers sliding shallowly across the groove of my sex, I grasped him in my hand, studying the thickness, the length, the shape under my palm.
    I slid down his body until I was on my knees in the tub in front of him, until his erect penis was perfectly in line with my lips. I took him again in my hand and pressed my lips softly to his skin. He sucked in a breath. The sound empowered me.
    I licked the head greedily, loving the soft, velvety feel of him under my tongue, the ridge where the head of his cock met the shaft. I sucked him into my mouth, tongue swirling, enjoying the salty