“That’s okay. I understand sometimes business needs to be your first focus.”
She doesn’t sound angry. Is she hiding in the bathroom? Or did she take a bath while waiting? I expected one reaction and now I’m confused.
Muffled by the door, her words continue. “What happened?”
I move to the closed door and lean against the wall. “Carson disappeared. Along with a huge chunk of lodge money. Thanks to you, I was able to pinpoint the exact deposit. The rest of the time I was talking to various agencies and legal authorities.”
“Oh good. Then things are working out okay.”
“Yeah. Babe, come out of the bathroom.”
“In a couple minutes, dear heart. Go ahead and relax. The couch might be good. I won’t be long.”
She’s planning something. I know it deep in my bones. I sit in the center of the couch, rest my arms along the back, and stare at the closed door.
Two minutes later the door cracks open. “I’m ready. Are you?”
“Deca, come on out here. I’ve missed you.”
She giggles. “It’s only been a few hours.” The door inches wider.
“Time has no meaning when I want to be with you.” Even though I mean what I say, I roll my eyes at the schmaltzy words.
The only reply is the door opening before she steps into the room. My eyes go wide. Her golden hair is in its normal messy bun although there are numerous strands curling against her face and neck. She’s wearing a short white dress that I’m fairly certain is really just a shirt. And red striped, thigh high stockings. Like a Christmas elf. Swaying her hips and barely limping, she sashays across the room.
Dear god, she’s a vision. One my cock reacts to immediately. “Babe.”
“I hope you’re free for the rest of the day. And night.” She stops in front of me, waiting for my nod. Then she lifts one foot and rests it on the couch between my legs, exposing the fact that…
“No underwear, Deca? Are you trying to kill me?”
She wiggles her ass and leans a little closer. “No, I just wanted to remind you of what we didn’t do last night. See if you were still interested.”
Still interested? I grab her hips and hold her steady while I take one long, slow lick along the seam of her sex. “Does that answer your question?”
“Umm, you might need to repeat yourself so I’m sure.”
I bury my nose in her soft curls and slip my tongue between her folds. A lick or two and I find her clit. She gasps and uses one hand to spread herself for me. Clasping the soft globes of her ass, I pull her tight against my mouth. Her free hand spears through my hair.
Some tiny speck of sanity reminds me I shouldn’t keep her standing like this. Her ankle may not be as painful, but it still needs to heal.
I lift my mouth from her and she whines a denial. “To the bed, woman.” The rumble of my command lingers in the air between us.
“You shouldn’t boss me around,” she says almost like a question.
“Why not, babe?”
“Because I might like it too much.”
Ah, now that’s interesting, and definitely worth exploring later. For now, I soften my request. “Will you join me in the bed, babe?”
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Deca
Dane has me lay sideways on the bed with my butt at the very edge of the mattress. Then he falls to his knees between my legs and slowly removes the stockings, kissing each inch of skin on my inner leg that he exposes. He’s careful with my sore ankle. I’m wound so tight I don’t think any pain can reach through my senses.
“Ankle looks good. But you still need to not use it so much. You need to take care of you.”
