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Freezing rain, 11 PM, and my curry was late. I was ready to complain until I saw Nadia.

She was soaked, shivering, holding my food bag like it was the last thing keeping her warm.

"Your lamb bhuna. Sorry it's late. Had to wait for the restaurant."

"Christ, you're freezing. Come in and warm up."

"I shouldn't—"

"Just for a minute. You'll catch your death out there."

She hesitated, then stepped inside. I wrapped her in a blanket while she dripped on my floor.

"Thank you. Most people just grab the food and slam the door."

"Most people are dickheads."

She laughed—surprised, genuine. "Yeah. They are."

The blanket came off. The uniform came off. She was shivering for different reasons now.

"Can't believe I'm doing this," she breathed. "I don't usually—"

"Neither do I."

"But you're kind. And warm. And I'm so fucking lonely on these night shifts."

"Let me help with that."

She was curvy, soft, exactly what I wanted. Her bra was damp from the rain, and when I peeled it off, her nipples were already hard.

"From the cold," she explained.

"Let me warm them up."

I took one in my mouth, felt her moan. My hands found her hips, her arse, pulling her closer.

"More—please—"

I laid her on my sofa, pulled off her jeans. She was cold everywhere, and I warmed every inch with my tongue.

"Fuck—yes—"

She came fast, weeks of loneliness releasing. Then she was pulling me up.

"Inside me. Need to feel warm all over."

I slid in and she gasped—tight, wet, wrapping around me.

"Harder—yes—"

We fucked on my sofa while the rain hammered outside. She came twice more, each time warming up further.

"Inside me—fill me—"

I came deep, holding her close.

Her phone buzzed. Next delivery.

"Shit." But she was smiling. "Best shift I've ever had."

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Order late. I'll make sure I'm on your route."

She left warm, satisfied, with my number saved.

The curry went cold. Totally worth it.