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as he lifts my body into his, bringing his other arm and hand to my front, working me as he slams into me.
    “Oh god… harder,” I scream.
    I know rockets are shooting off, and jets are taking off as the earth moves all around me. I cry out my release when Braxxon sinks his teeth into my earlobe. We collapse, his hand still underneath me and his sweaty body on mine. We’re huffing and trying to catch our breath. When my wits start coming back to me, I realize he didn’t wear a condom, and I make a mental note to go to the doctor. I’m on birth control, but that doesn’t stop anything else.
    “Look at me,” he demands.
    I force myself to look away from him. I’m entirely way to blissed out and satisfied. I know it must seem as if I’m shallow, but if you’re not attracted to someone, it can dampen everything, kind of like smothering a candle’s flame until the smoke dissipates. Braxxon turns my head to the side trying to coax me to look, but it doesn’t work. He must read something in my closed off expression because his lips smash hard against mine before he shoves my head into the bed, growling. The bed dips, and the sound of his footsteps echo around the room then I hear a shower turn on. I finally open my eyes. I wanna go and get in with him, but that means I would have to look at him. I’m contemplating all the reasons why I shouldn’t when I remember one significant thing.
    I don’t want back into this lifestyle, so it’s okay to look.
    It might scare me far away from him. I sit up and edge myself off the bed. I slowly make my way to the bathroom. When I reach the doorframe, I close my eyes as I lean on the door. I take three deep breaths before I reopen them. I’ll never forget this moment. The moment where my legs become jelly and my hand grips the doorknob for support. With his back turned to me, the water cascades down the ripples of his muscled body. His shoulder blades flex as his palms rest on the shower wall and his head tilts down. Braxxon’s back is entirely covered in tattoos, but the one that stands out the most is the intricate spine with breaks going through it from the back of his neck all the way down. The word breakneck splits in two: break on the left side of his shoulder and neck on the right. It almost matches the skeleton figure I’ve seen with the broken neck and the head tilted to the side decorating the back of the cuts. The globes of his ass are strong and firm, and it makes me want to dig my fingernails deep into the skin of them. His left hand leaves the wall and runs through his short brown locks. His body starts to turn as his head tilts back and the water runs over his closed eyes. I suck in a breath and start to lose my balance even as the door tries to keep me steady. My gaze is stuck and mesmerized on this magnificent man. Sculptors would fight to the death to get a hold of him. His eyebrows are perfect. His eyelashes are so long and dark, any woman would be jealous. His nose is the perfect size for his strong jawbone; his gorgeous lips pierced twice. The hoops sitting right next to one another have a small chain connecting them. How did I not feel them both? I felt just the one.
    My feet move me closer as I push off the door. My gaze travels over his chest and my palms begin to sweat as my eyes land on a chiseled eight-pack that has a faint scar running through them. His V dips so far in I just want to run my tongue along the depths of that valley. His happy trail fades away to nothing but a freshly shaved area. Oh, he’s so clean cut and yet dirty at the same time and to make his flawed free body even more astonishing is his long thick cock hanging flaccid. I move my attention back to his face, his eyes still closed as his lips twitch into a crooked smile. He feels me. I step into the shower and run my nail along his scar. Braxxon’s eyes fly open, and I gasp as his hand catches me and his gray eyes stop me.
    In that moment where my mind, body, and soul are