“Look at us,” I say, and flick my eyes up, realizing that Ansel isstaring directly at me, his pupils blown wide, his mouth open in silent pants.
“Look at us,” he repeats, and then he throws his head back, and I watch his orgasm rattle through him. His Adam’s apple bobs, the tendon in his neck popping from the skin, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
The sight alone is enough to undo me.
My release joins his, and the two of us sit there in the bathroom, foreheads pressed together, lips brushing as we kiss lazily.
“Dotty is going to kill me,” I murmur when I finally realize what a mess we’ve made.
“Who’s Dotty?”
“The housekeeper. She already resents us. I can’t imagine what she’d do to us if she saw the state of this bathroom.” Ansel grins, and I kiss his swollen lips again before continuing. “One time, she was mad at Wylder for asking her not to clean with a certain product. The next day, he found all of his shirts ironed with a long crease down one side.”
“Oh my god. She sounds like she shouldn’t be crossed.”
“She’s scarier than The Firm, to be honest. She vacuumed over my foot this morning.”
Ansel giggles, and I can’t help but feel my chest expand at the sound. I love how happy he is in this moment, how relaxed.
“I’d love to meet her.”
“You should be very afraid,” I tell him solemnly, and he shakes his head.
“I’ve had a gun pointed at my head. I think I can withstand meeting your housekeeper.”
The nonchalant way he says it has me frowning, but before I can thoroughly chastise him for it, he’s pushing himself up and grabbing a towel. “I’ll clean this up so she doesn’t have to. There’s no reason she needs to see what we’ve been up to in here.”
I see the wince on his face when he bends down to grab another towel, and I swiftly wrap him up and carry him to bed.
“You won’t be cleaning anything up. You’re going to rest.”
“But—”
I silence him with a kiss. “No buts, unless it’s your butt.”
“That makes no sense.” He’s laughing now though, curling up under the covers, looking completely adorable.
“It makes perfect sense. You need to rest so I can have you again.”
His cheeks pinken, and he nods. “Yeah, that’s true. I do need to be in tip-top shape to be ready for that monster dick.”
I waggle my eyebrows and then strip off my pants, kicking them to the side. I move into the bathroom and make quick work of cleaning up the water and cum, draining the tub, and putting all dirty clothes and towels into the hamper.
I put on a change of clothes and grab Ansel’s cell phone, knowing I need to return it to Wylder before he loses his shit.
“Be right back,” I tell Ansel, but his eyes are closed and he’s already fast asleep.
That’s fine. My little butterfly needs to rest.
I end up working out with Samson and Dalton in the gym while Ansel naps. After that, the three of us meet with Wylder in his office to get our assignments for the week. He hands out little bits of paper, and we study them, making sure to mentally tally all the notes before tossing them in the fire. Samson holds on to his—whatever is on there apparently takes a lot of studying. Either that or he’s hungover again.
“Harley and Matthias already have theirs. And no trading, please. I have a process, and I don’t want this fucked up. Cade, that means you.”
I pout, watching the edges of my paper curl as flames lick at the edges.
Much to my disappointment, mine is run-of-the-mill boring. No murder involved. Just a little roughing up. Maybe I’ll add in a missing kneecap or finger just for fun.
Whatever. It’s fine. I don’t want to be away from Ansel for too longanyway. I also don’t want to lie to him, and roughing someone up is a lot less intense than murder.
