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As she stood in the shower, running hot water over her naked body, Emily couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. She knew it was silly – she lived alone and the bathroom window was too high for anyone to see through. But still, that prickle of awareness wouldn’t leave her.

She finished washing her hair and reached for the conditioner, spreading the thick, creamy substance through her tresses. As she did, a hand reached around her from behind, startling her.

She whirled around, her heart racing, only to come face to face with a man she didn’t recognize. He was tall and muscular, with tousled blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. He had an impish grin on his face, as if he were delighted by her reaction.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” she demanded, clutching the conditioner bottle to her chest like a weapon.

He held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t be scared. I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Luke. I’m the new tenant in the apartment below you. I saw you through the window and I couldn’t resist sneaking up here to say hello.”

Emily relaxed slightly, but she still felt on edge. “You can’t just barge in on someone in the shower like that. It’s creepy.”

Luke’s grin faded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come across that way. I just thought we could have some fun. You looked so…inviting.”

Emily scowled. “I don’t even know you. And besides, I’m not some kind of exhibitionist who likes being stared at while she showers.”

He stepped closer, his body nearly touching hers. She could feel the heat emanating from him, the musky scent of his cologne filling her nostrils. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted to introduce myself. And maybe offer you a washcloth.”

As he spoke, he held out a white washcloth, his hand shaking slightly with nervousness. Emily hesitated, then reluctantly took it from him, holding it over her chest.

“Thanks,” she muttered. “I appreciate the offer, but I think you should go.”

Luke nodded, his expression rueful. “Yeah, I guess so. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll see you around, Emily.”

And with that, he turned and left, closing the bathroom door behind him. Emily leaned her forehead against the shower tiles, trying to calm the sudden pounding of her heart. She couldn’t believe she’d just had such an intense interaction with a total stranger.

She finished rinsing the conditioner from her hair, then shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around herself, she opened the bathroom door…and nearly jumped out of her skin as she saw Luke lounging on her bed.

“What the hell? How did you get in here?” she demanded, her eyes darting around the room for a weapon.

He held up his hands, a crooked smile on his face. “Relax, Emily. I didn’t break in. You left your front door unlocked.”

She faltered. “I did? I don’t remember…I’m usually so careful…”

Luke got to his feet, sauntering over to her. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a snug white t-shirt, and Emily was acutely aware of the way his muscles bunched and flexed with every step.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s an easy mistake to make. And besides, I think someone left a little surprise for you on your bed.”

He gestured to the sheets, where a towel and a bar of soap had been arranged in a meticulous pile. Emily eyed them skeptically, then looked back up at him.

“What’s this supposed to be?”

Luke’s grin widened. “Well, I figured since you were so determined to shower alone, I could at least give you something to make it more enjoyable. I brought you some soap, since I saw you didn’t have any left. And…the towel is for drying off, obviously. Unless you want me to do it for you?”

Emily scowled, but despite herself, she felt a flicker of curiosity. “Why are you being so nice to me? We barely know each other.”

Luke shrugged. “I don’t know. Something about you just drew me to you. Maybe it’s the way you carry yourself, or the sparkle in your eyes when you get angry. Whatever it is, I just know I want to get to know you better.”

Emily felt a flutter in her stomach at his words, even as she tried to withstand them. She’d been burned too many times by men who only wanted her for her body, and she didn’t want to make the same mistake again.

But then Luke stepped closer, his hand lifting her chin so she was forced to look up at him. “Come on, Emily. Let me show you a good time. Let me prove to you that I’m not like the others.”

And with that, he leaned down and captured her lips with his, his hands sliding slowly down her back to rest on her hips. Emily felt a jolt of pure lust shoot through her body, and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.

They kissed with abandon, their tongues dueling and twining together, their breathing ragged. Luke’s hands roamed over her body, teasing her nipples and tracing the curve of her hipbones. Emily moaned, grinding her hips against his, reveling in the heat and friction between them.

It wasn’t long before they were both naked, their bodies pressed together in a frenzy of desire. Luke lifted her up and carried her to the bed, dropping her down onto the towel and positioning himself between her legs.

He buried his face in her neck, sucking and biting at the soft skin there. Emily arched her back, gasping at the sensation, her hands clutching at his hair.

“Luke…oh God, Luke, don’t stop…”

He moved lower, tracing a line of kisses down her breasts and stomach until he reached the soft curls between her thighs. Emily moaned loudly as he parted her folds with his fingers, tasting the wetness there.

He licked and sucked at her relentlessly, his tongue flicking over her clit in a dizzying rhythm. Emily writhed beneath him, her fingers digging into the mattress as she felt the pleasure mount and crest within her.

She came with a shuddering cry, her hips bucking uncontrollably as Luke drank in her slick juices. He looked up at her with a wicked grin, then climbed back up her body to join her lips again.

As they kissed, Emily could taste herself on his mouth, and she moaned into his kisses, overwhelmed by the intensity of their chemistry.

They spent the night exploring each other’s bodies, trying new positions and combinations, each one more explosive than the last. By the time dawn broke, they were both exhausted but sated, their bodies entwined and sweaty.

Emily lay her head on Luke’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. She felt safe and content in his arms, and she knew that whatever the future held, she wouldn’t forget this sudsy, seductive encounter.

As the sun rose and the birds began to sing, Emily let herself drift off into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of the possibilities to come.
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