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I was already wet before I stepped into the shower.The master bathroom was half-gutted—tiles stacked in the hallway, vanity ripped out, the old tub still sitting crooked under a plastic sheet—but the shower itself still worked. Hot water hit my shoulders and ran down my back while I braced one hand on the tile and slid the other between my legs. Two weeks without my husband. Two weeks of an empty house and a contractor who had the keys. I’d told myself I was just restless. That the low throb between my thighs was only because I’d been thinking about the way Mark used to fuck me against this exact wall before the remodel started. My fingers circled my clit, slow at first, then tighter. I bit my lip and pushed two fingers inside myself, the water making everything slick. My hips rocked. A soft sound slipped out of me.The bathroom door opened.I froze, fingers still buried. Water streamed down my face. Through the frosted glass I saw a tall shape step inside, drop a tool bag, and shut

He didn’t go straight to the bathroom the next afternoon.The spare key turned at 3:08. I heard the front door, then his boots moving through the hallway past the half-gutted master bath and into the bedroom. I was still in the kitchen, barefoot, wearing only the thin robe I’d thrown on after the shower I’d taken alone on purpose. My phone was already in my hand. Mark had texted twenty minutes earlier: Send me a wide shot of the bathroom today if you can. Want to see the full progress before my meetings.Cole appeared in the kitchen doorway. Tool belt on. Eyes on the robe. He didn’t speak. He crossed the room, took the phone out of my hand, set it face-down on the counter, and pushed the robe off my shoulders. It pooled at my feet. Cool air hit my skin. He turned me, walked me backward until my ass hit the edge of the kitchen island, then lifted me onto it like I weighed nothing. The marble was cold under my thighs. He stepped between them, shoved my knees wide, and dragged two finger

The spare key turned at 2:47.I was already on the bed. Naked. Legs open the way he’d ordered. The bedroom door stood wide. Afternoon light cut across the sheets. My phone sat on the nightstand, screen dark. Mark had texted an hour ago: Last meeting ran long. Flight’s still on for tomorrow night. Send me one final wide shot of the bathroom if Cole’s wrapping up today. Can’t wait to be home.Cole walked in without speaking. Tool belt off. He stopped at the foot of the bed and looked at me—thighs parted, cunt already wet, the faint bruises from his hands still visible on my hips. He stripped his shirt, shoved his jeans down, and climbed onto the mattress. No preamble. He grabbed my ankles, yanked me down the bed, and pushed my knees to my chest. The stretch burned. He lined up and shoved in with one hard thrust, burying himself to the root. I cried out. He didn’t give me time. His hips started moving, deep and relentless, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet room.“Last afternoon,” he

The lockbox beeped at 2:11.I was already in the master bedroom, naked from the waist down, the thin sundress I’d worn over nothing bunched around my ribs. The house was stripped—mattress gone, only the bare platform frame and the echo of empty closets. Afternoon light cut across the hardwood. My phone sat on the windowsill. Mark had texted twenty minutes earlier: Any movement on the private showing? Agent say anything about offers?The front door opened and closed. Boots crossed the empty great room, then the hallway. Evan stepped into the bedroom doorway and stopped. He looked at me—dress shoved up, thighs parted, the shine already visible between them—and smiled like he’d expected exactly this.“No panties,” he said. “Good.”He crossed the room, dropped his bag, and didn’t bother with his shirt. His hands found my hips and walked me backward until the backs of my knees hit the low platform frame. He pushed. I sat. He dropped to his knees between my legs, shoved them wider, and drag

The lockbox beeped at 2:03.I was already in the master shower, water running hot, door wide open the way he’d ordered. Steam clung to the glass. The house was empty and echoing. No towel within reach. My phone sat on the bare vanity outside the spray, screen dark. Mark had texted forty minutes earlier: Agent just confirmed a strong offer coming in today. Might be able to close early. You at the house? Call me when the showing’s done.Evan stepped into the bathroom already naked, cock thick and hard. He didn’t speak. He walked straight into the shower, pressed me chest-first against the tile, and shoved inside me with one hard thrust. The stretch was immediate. Water ran down my back and between us, making every stroke slick and loud. He fucked me deep and relentless from the start, one hand fisted in my wet hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit in tight, mean circles. My palms slipped on the tile. Every thrust forced a broken sound out of me that the water barely covered.“O