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hopefully some relief.
     
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    Linc prowled through her house as she showered. The draw to her was stronger than he’d imagined it would be. His mind filled with visions of her standing under the pulsing water, the droplets streaming over her bare skin. Her nipples would be beaded.
    He licked his lips, longing to draw those tips into his hungry mouth. His palms itched to cup her breasts’ heavy weight. He wanted to back her up against the shower wall and impale her on his thick cock. Thrust deep and unload inside her.
    “Shit,” he bit off, rubbing his straining and aching shaft.
    Hands back in his pockets, he perused her small living room. The colours were cool, blues and greens—it reminded him of the sea and offered comfort. He moved to a shelf and stared at the photos propped there. Mainly of her and Danny.
    There weren’t many knick-knacks, but the place had a homey feel to it. One he liked. On silent feet, he strode back down the short hall of her ranch house and found her bedroom. He stood inside the lit room.
    Earth tones. His gaze locked onto the queen-sized platform bed with its patchwork comforter in browns and creams.
    The shower shut off and he half turned towards the door. It took him less than a second to cloak his presence.
    His body reacted almost violently when she emerged from the steamy bathroom clad in nothing but a short silk robe. The deep pink colour offset the mocha hue of her skin to amazing effect.
    His cock stirred again and he almost materialised before her and carried her to the bed. Instead, he remained rooted to the spot as she sat on her bed and began to rub lotion onto her legs. The fragrance was the same as that he’d smelt on her previously. Acacia.
    The scent brought back memories of times long past, when pharaohs had been rowed up and down the Nile. Sitting next to Ra as they watched the pristine waters ripple past the barge. He remembered the throngs of people worshipping the other gods or partaking in celebrations. The powerful scents of the incenses as they burned along with visions of the other offerings.
    He watched her run her hands over her smooth calves, rubbing the lotion into her skin. Skin he knew was as soft as rose petals.
    She moved her hands up and down, her short unpolished nails shining from the cream as she massaged up over each thigh. Each pass of her palms seemed to hit him in his groin. He wanted her touch on him. The recollection of those legs wrapped around his waist made him groan.
    Her head snapped up and her eyes focused on the spot where he stood. Could she see him? In all his years, he’d never been seen when hiding in plain sight as he was now. But something told him she knew she was no longer alone.
    He held his breath as Chaya rose from the bed and approached his corner. Her hips swayed seductively beneath the burnished silk.
    “Christ, I’m going insane,” Chaya muttered.
    She paced back and forth before him, tantalising him. With each step she took the short skirt of the robe moved, exposing the firm globes of her ass. She shoved a hand over her short damp hair, spiking it up in parts. It made her look entirely adorable…and fuckable.
    Chaya lifted her arms over her head, the robe rising even higher.
    Yes. Definitely fuckable.
    He barely contained the next growl, which raced up his throat when her robe slid down to pool in a pile of pink silk around her ankles. She strode, naked, to her chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of lacy boy shorts.
    Who would have guessed that prim Chaya liked lacy undergarments? He watched her draw the panties up her legs. The pale purple material hugged her ass. A pair of pale blue lounge pants and a grey tank top followed.
    Need, powerful and raw, coursed through him and he left before he took her. As badly as he wanted her, he could see how exhausted she was. This feeling emerging within him gave him pause. It was strong and intense.
    Unnerving.
    He materialised at his own home and strode through to