Rae is fucking gorgeous. Lying back in the bath, bubbles everywhere. Her breasts bobbing, pink nipples right at the surface. She’s got her lavender face mask on, and the drink’s in her hand, and she is luxuriating. Just the way I envisioned her from that first moment she walked into the club.
I take my time rolling up my sleeves, letting her hear every snap of my cuffs. “How was work, sweetheart?”
“It was good. I finished a commission, sent another one out.”
“Good job.” I pluck at one pink nipple, and Sunny gasps. “Shhhhh. Don’t worry. Relax.” My fingers dip into the water, find her belly, skim down, down, to where she’s slick between her legs. “Fuck, Sunny.”
“I thought about us.”
“Did you touch yourself?”
“That’s a trick question. I wasn’t allowed.”
I slide two fingers down, splaying her wide. “But did you?”
Her breath catches.
My fingers press inside. “You’re soaking wet.”
“Of course I’m wet. I’m in the bath.”
“You’ve been bad, Sunny.”
Another gasp. “I couldn’t help it. I thought of what you promised and—”
Her phone buzzes from the shelf. I shut my eyeshard, fully aware that we don’t have time for this anyway. “We’ll talk about it later.”
“What? I want to talk about it now, sir.”
I flip up her mask, lean in, and give her a warm peck on the lips.
“It’s your sister. We have to go.”
“No fair.”
“Fiddler on the Roof, baby. Tell your dad to stop auditioning, and then we can stop going to his shows and just stay home and play.”
“Never.”
“I know.” I bend and kiss her deeper, warmer, letting my tongue show her just how explicit I wish I could be. “I’ll need to punish you later, though. You know that, right?”
She grins. It’s cheeky, a little wicked, and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Later, while her dad is tearing up the stage as Tevye and her sisters and the kids sit on her other side, I catch Rae’s smile in the darkened theater, tighten my hold on her hand, and kiss each knuckle.
She responds with a brief G-rated leg rub, and beyond all expectations, this moment, with her, is the best thing I have lived.
It’s wild how often this happens.
EPILOGUE
Rae
NOVEMBER
“WHY DID WE DECIDEto do this again?” I ask Grant from the warmth of the massive bed he insisted on getting and then adding all kinds of bells and whistles to. It’s silly to have so many restraints because we can always go to the club, but actually, Sunday morning is kind of my favorite time to be kinky. So I’m not complaining.
“To celebrate.” His smile’s wide and warm and so familiar now that it’s less of an ache when I see it and just pure joy.
