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Standing under the hot spray, Angela berated herself for not inviting him to join her. The look on his face alone would have made it worthwhile. While she held on to the hope he still might join her, she knew it wouldn’t be reality. She pinched her nipples as she closed her eyes and wished they 34 Lillith Payne were Royce’s hands, imagined him holding the wash cloth and moving it in deliberate patterns until she found the release she longed for. Even as she dressed, her lips were still heavy with need and her breasts ached for his lips.
She was breathless when he finally slipped from her body. “Don’t go,” she said quickly, her hands reaching. “Relax, angel. Catch your breath, I’m right here,” he promised, latching onto her nipple once again for reassurance. “I want to taste you, Royce,” she told him when her breathing settled. Her hands stroked his back and sides, her reach just short of getting a hold on him. He moved farther away and slipped down her body again. When she went slick a second time, he pulled away, reached to the table behind him, and fumbled for one of the packages.
Shelves on two walls were stuffed with books and he pulled back a startled cry as he read some of the titles. He’d been expecting to find classics or poetry, or even textbooks and reference books, and he found some. The sex manuals and torrid novels had his heart pounding faster. “What the hell,” he said aloud, taking a second look at more of the titles. There were only two framed pieces of art on the wall, and those confused him even more. They were both black backgrounds, framed in thin gold metal.