“You make dinner and do the dishes every night. You go sit.”
“Holt.”
“Ziggy.”
“I like doing dishes.”
“No one likes doing dishes.”
“I like doing dishesfor you.”
That one hits right in the center of my chest.
It’s nice to be taken care of.
No, it’s fucking amazing to be taken care of.
My parents didn’t do it. I was older, so Caden didn’t do it. I’ve had coaches and teammates try, but never like this.
Ziggy had no obligations to me when she made me breakfast that first morning I was home.
Teammates, coaches, teachers—caring is their job.
It’s not hers.
But she’s done it for me anyway.
I slide behind her and dip my face to her neck, kissing her soft skin. “Maybe we should leave them for tomorrow and see who’s up first to take care of them.”
“You’d cheat and set an alarm.”
“I don’t have to set an alarm to wake up before you do. I can just tell my brain to wake me up and it will.”
She cracks up, and truly, there’s nothing better than holding a laughing woman in my arms while I kiss her neck again.
Her happy sigh as she leans back into me gives me life.
I like this woman.
I like her entirely too much.
She turns the water off and rotates in my arms until she’s facing me, sliding wet hands over my shirt.
“I’m your towel now?” I tease her.
“Seems fair, considering you’re the biggest reason I get wet these days.”
I get hard so fast it’s like a gut punch. “Tell me more.”
Her eyes are sparkling even as her pupils dilate. “When I see you walk past my office, my breasts ache because I want you to touch them.”
Fantasies of sneaking beneath her desk to eat her pussy while she’s working fill my head.
She slides her hands up my neck. “And when I see you doing everything in your power to win over the dog, I want to kiss you until I can’t breathe.”
“You can always kiss me. Always.”
“And when your hard-on presses against my belly, I get wet between my thighs with how badly I want you.”
