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spouse.
    And neither she nor Travis would ever be content as the trophy.
    But tonight it doesn’t matter.
    She wondered if that meant she had permission to kiss him. Just because she wanted to. It was like tonight they were locked in a snow globe. Shaken up, the snow falling soundlessly outside the hotel. Safe because they were kept apart from the rest of the world. From reality.
    “Can I kiss you?” she asked.
    A half smile curved his lips. “Just do whatever you want, Syd.”
    She leaned in, her lips touching his, the water running between them, making it slick and hot. It was a slow kiss. A chance to test it, to taste him, savor him. To see what it was like without the desperation that had touched everything earlier, flavoring their coupling with grief and fear.
    As they stood, he pushed her hands up above her head again, straightening her, exposing her breasts. “You are beautiful,” he said.
    “Thanks,” she said.
    He laughed. “Thanks?”
    He lowered his head and flicked his tongue over one nipple.
    “Seemed the thing to say.” Her voice was barely a whisper now, arousal stealing her ability to speak.
    “You going to thank me for this, too?” He drew one tightened bud deep into his mouth and sucked hard. She pushed herself against the shower wall, the tile hard against her back
    “Thank you,” she said, as soon as the wave of pleasure subsided, as soon as the tightening in her stomach lessened enough for her to get the words out.
    “I like the sound of that,” he said. “I wonder what you could do to show me how much you appreciate this,” he said, drawing the tip of his tongue around her other nipple, making her gasp.
    “I do appreciate it,” she said.
    “Show me.” He kissed her between her breasts, a tease for what she really wanted from him, which was more of what he’d already given.
    He moved away from her and she could see him, hard and ready and enticing. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and let the water help ease his fist up and down.
    She could watch him do that, touch himself, all day. She felt like a voyeur, in on a private moment, one she had, if she were honest, thought of before. She liked watching the way he pleasured himself, enjoyed seeing what he liked.
    How he liked to be touched.
    He stilled his movements, his eyes on hers. She crouched down, her palms flat on the shower floor, the stone hard beneath her knees, and flicked her tongue over the head of his erection. His eyes closed, his head dropping back, his fingers relaxing and falling away as he gave himself over to her.
    She angled her head and took him in deep, relishing the exquisite sound that rumbled in his chest. A sound that bordered on pain, which, considering how he made her feel, was utterly satisfying.
    To know she could make him feel the same.
    To know that she owned his body as much as he owned hers.
    “I need you,” he said.
    She lifted her head and looked at him, questioning. He gripped her hips and guided her around, then he lay down and maneuvered her up, putting her thighs on either side of his face.
    “Trav...”
    “Trust me,” he said.
    He tugged her down over his mouth, tasting her deep, hard.
    She found him again, running her tongue over his hard length as he continued to torment her with his wicked mouth.
    He pushed a finger deep inside of her, then two, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She’d had one orgasm tonight already that had shattered her world, and she hadn’t yet had a chance to piece it back together, and here he was threatening to devastate everything again.
    Threatening to permanently, and absolutely rearrange it so that it would never truly be hers again. So that his stamp would always be on it.
    So that part of her would inescapably and irrevocably belong to Travis.
    He slid the flat of his tongue over her clitoris, working it in time with his fingers and she felt her muscles start to shake, felt herself beginning to tear apart inside.
    And she could feel an