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her a hand, which she took.
    “Okay, there’s a bathroom down here. Make yourself at home.”
    With that, practically sprinted out of the dining room and up the stairs into her bedroom and leaned against the closed door. She’d officially entered the twilight zone. Maybe a shower would clear her mind, and if not, at least it would give her some time alone. She shed her clothes and headed into her attached bathroom, preparing for her shower as she always did, like he wasn’t right downstairs. It was strange. She’d spent countless hours with Leighton, slept with him twice, but she was as nervous as she’d ever been. She wrapped her hair and stepped into the shower, relaxed into the steam.
    “Are you hiding, Layla?”
    She screamed and almost jumped out of her skin, turning at the sound. A naked Leighton stood before her. Her reprimand shriveled in her throat, and she took a sharp breath.
    Leighton was the personification of masculine perfection. His finely tailored suits always cast his body in an amazing light, but his naked form was a sight to behold. She took in the well-defined planes of his lightly haired chest, the way his soft breaths emphasized the tight, hard ripple of his abdomen, the trail of hair dusting that abdomen leading down to his cock, which, to her amazement, stirred under her gaze. He stepped into the shower, his cock and sac bobbing with the movement.
    “I’ll wash your back.”
    He grabbed the body wash out of her hands and squirted a generous amount in his palms. He gestured, indicating that she turn around. She turned and chuckled, the hilarity of Leighton in her house, now in her shower, her with her hair wrapped in a towel like any other day making her relax in spite herself. He rubbed her back, spreading the lather over shoulders and down over her ass and thighs. Then he moved closer, his surprisingly hard cock slipping between her thighs, and she arched her back, bumping her clit against the head of his cock, eliciting a moan from them both. He continued his exploration, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples, all the while gentling bumping his cockhead against her clit. She heard his moan, and the blast of his hot semen on her clit triggered a climax, softer, less explosive than the others but still winding in her gut.
    After a moment, Leighton directed her to stand under the spray, washing off the last bit of body wash.
    “Time to dry off and get you fed,” he said, smacking her bottom.
    ••••
    “L et’s see what we have. Bacon, frozen peas, wilted lettuce...”
    Layla laughed as he cataloged the contents of her refrigerator.
    “My employer is quite demanding. I rarely have time to grocery shop.”
    He looked over at her. “I’ll have a talk with him if you think it’d help.”
    “Undoubtedly it won’t. He doesn’t even listen to me.”
    “Foolish man,” he said, smiling. “Do you have any pasta?”
    “Yeah, there should be some spaghetti here.” She stood from her perch on one of the bar stools around her island and walked to the cupboard. “Here it is.”
    “Prepare yourself, Layla,” he said, “you’re about to experience something I’ve shared with few others.” The humor in is eyes drew a laugh from her.
    “I wait with bated breath.”
    They fell silent, the only conversation Leighton’s occasional requests for specific items. Layla watched his graceful, efficient movements, amused by the extreme domesticity of the sight and not at all surprised that Leighton seemed to master her kitchen as he’d mastered almost every other area of her life. He topped the bacon-pea-pasta mix he’d been sautéing with a single egg and then poured the concoction into two bowls before crossing the kitchen to join her at the island.
    “Bon appétit.”
    “Thank you,” she said.
    He looked at her expectantly as she tentatively took a bite. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was nervous about her reaction. The flavors exploded across her tongue, the pasta