His expression was adorable, making it clear that he’d never had to worry about his creature comforts. “Is your hot water an issue?”
“Um, not exactly. I was just making a point.” I rinsed the soap off my body. “Wait, were you going to try to fix it for me?”
“Not personally. My grandmother showed me the way around the kitchen, but I come from a long line of men whowouldn’t know the difference between a wrench and a screwdriver. But I could make some calls.”
“Why does the thought of you handling the handyman make me want to ride your face?”
He smirked. “Be real. Everything I do makes you want to ride my face.”
He backed me into the corner of the shower, the only place the jets couldn’t reach. I inhaled sharply as my back hit the wall. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Everything, Kendra. Fucking everything.”
THIRTY
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I wrappedKendra in a towel and passed her an extra robe. She looked at me funny before she slipped it on.
“What’s wrong with the robe?”
“Why do you have an extra robe ready and waiting for guests?”
“Did you notice that I just popped the tags?” I gestured towards the trash bin, and she peeked in, confirming what I’d just said. “My interior decorator decided it was necessary. And since she works on commission, that better be the softest robe that’s ever touched your skin.”
She sniffed. “It’s pretty good.”
“You’re so cute when you’re trying to be a brat. But I told you, there hasn’t been anyone in a long time. And while I generally don’t have drama, I should warn you, Giada will be at the Ball.”
“She’s not over you?”
“She’s been dating her current boyfriend for years. But with her, it’s always been hierarchical. She wanted the richest man in the room.”
“And that was you?”
“She never wanted me. She wanted my money, my family, and the status she thought we would bring to her.”
“Can I be completely honest with you?” Kendra locked eyes with me.
I nodded. “Please. Only ever be honest with me.”
“Your wealth confuses me. I mean, you’ve got access to drivers and luxury suites at hockey games. But you seemed a bit lonely. The first night I saw you out, you were eating alone at a bar. I think Miles might be a decent friend to you, and I freaking love your sister. But were you lonely?”
“Was I? Yes. But I was willing to be lonely and hold out for a genuine connection. And you were wasting your time with stupid boys you met on the internet.”
“Touche.”
She backed me towards the bed until I felt the backs of my knees hit it, and they buckled as I fell on my ass. My towel dropped open, and her eyes went wide with excitement. “What are you looking at?”
“You. I really wanted to ride your face, but now that I see you, I can’t decide if I prefer for you to come apart in my mouth or me in yours.”
I fell onto my back, pulling her with me. Her robe fell open, exposing her perfect little tits, and she straddled my waist. “I’ll fuck these too.”
Her throaty laugh was instantaneous. “If you find enough flesh to push together, you can go to town.”
I cupped each breast, circling her nipples before rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers. Her pupils dilated, and her breath stuttered. “You are so responsive, baby.”
I nudged her hips, dragging her up my body until she straddled my face. Her eyes rolled back with the first swipe of my tongue. And when I sucked her clit into my mouth, she groaned. “Shit, you’re so fucking good at that.”
