Chapter Thirty-One
Sam
“I don’t think I told you. The FBI investigated Buonanno’s offshore accounts. He made some freaking large payouts to Gomez and some other bank account they think belonged to a Native American.” Smiling, I chat while sitting on our toilet seat enjoyingThe Naked Suds in the Shower Show.
Eyes dark, he opens the glass door. “Might as well come in.”
Invitation accepted, I slip out of my clothes. “According to Frankie, the hit has been taken down from the dark web so I can officially rise from the dead.”
“Mmm. You feel plenty alive to me.” His nostrils flare as he pulls me under the rush of warm water, cups my behind, and kisses me.
A laugh bursts out as I try to escape his firm hold. “At least let me wash.”
“Nope. I got this. Turn around.” He swivels me around and a few seconds later, soapy palms run down my back and up my front.
“I do believe sex is my favorite pastime.” His lips at my ear, he nuzzles me and his unshaven face scratches my cheek.
I lift my arms, bend my elbows, and hold his head in place for more as I arch my chest forward.
“Like that, do you?” He kisses my neck as his hands slide around my slippery breasts.
My sex tingles as he pinches my nipples. My greedy clit wants attention but instead, he reaches for the shampoo.
“Close your eyes.” A tease, he takes his time massaging my scalp with his eager cock at my back. Then, he pulls me under the spray and proves he’s done a good job by making a lock squeak.
Turning, I crush my mouth to his. In response, he groans, claims me with his tongue, and pushes a lever causing frigid water to spurt from all sides.
“Fuck!” I gasp and jump.
“Sorry.” Eyes definitely not apologetic, he pivots and encloses me in his arms so the spray hits his body instead of mine.
As the water heats up, so does my internal temperature. Our tongues wrestle and he wins by emulating what he intends to do with his hard appendage. Damn the man can kiss. Crazy with desire, I clamp my legs around his waist as his silky tip dances around my opening.
He reaches down, puts his cock to my blossoming nub and rubs it in my juices.
“Sebs, now.” I can’t believe how much I need this man.
“Know what I heard? Wheels said a certain wifey didn’t stay put like I asked.” He reaches his finger to the right of the perfect spot and as I squirm, he moves it away.
Oh shit.“There were gunshots. I couldn’t leave him to defend me all by himself.”
He growls and when I try to slide down on him, he holds me in place. “That’s what he’s paid to do. You could’ve gotten killed.”
“What about you? You sent Slate away and took Gomez on all by yourself. A bit like the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it?” Gritting my teeth, I hold his waist and struggle to take him inside me.
“I’m a trained SEAL, babe.”
With one bad eye.“Are we going to fight or fuck?”
“Both.” He thrusts up, spreading me wide. Then, he pulls out, pivots me, and bends me forward. “Assume the position, sugar.”
I do as he says and he fucking spanks me. Not hard, mind you, but enough for my clit to swell.
Holy shit.He’s threatened but never actually slapped my butt. For a good girl who attended Catholic school, it’s off the charts kinky.
Suds softly caresses the sting as I touch my toes.
“Again.”
