“You are…” I pant for a second, unable to finish the thought until I’ve caught a little more oxygen, “kind of a dick. ButDios, do you have a nice one.”
Chest heaving, he chuckles, and it vibrates through layers of fabric and padding in the mattress, through skin and bone to settle deep in my core like it lives there. “I’ll take it.”
I turn to look at him and find his face close to mine. “And the mouth on you? Fil-thy. Filthier than mine, I think.”
He grins, and I think I light up from the inside at the purity of how happy he looks. He presses his face closer, finding my lips like he has a map. His kiss is languid, somehow both a thank-you and a reminder of his ownership. Or maybe that’s because he reaches up a hand and circles my throat to hold me still for it.
Like I never even came, blood rushes to my pussy and fresh arousal joins the post-orgasm pulsing. My face must show just how much I like his hand there, because he grins.
“Sir?” I rasp as he pulls away.
“Yes, my love?”
I shiver under the weight of the word. Love.Mylove.Hislove. It’s suffocating and freeing at the same time, and I have no clue what to do with it.
I grab the vibrator and hold it up, gesturing to it with my free hand. “The Religious Experience?Screamin’ and Creamin’?It’s A Whole Vibe?”
His laugh shakes the whole bed, then his expression shifts to something dark and delicious. “Put it back in, Madison. You haven’t begged me to stop yet, so we’re just getting started.”
22
Madison
I’m changing his contact from “Sir” to “Sir Nerd.”
Dios,last night was perfect.
Luxuriating in bed, I watch Wesley as he moves through the room, collecting his clothes and pulling on his pants. The sunlight streaming in through my curtains has the harsh brightness of mid-morning, and I can smell the coffee he must have started wafting in from the kitchen. It’s a good try to get me out of bed, but I’m not falling for it.
“He fucks like a god and he makes coffee in the morning,” I say with a little hum of contentment, covering a yawn with my hand.
He flashes me a smile over his shoulder as he sits on the bed to button his shirt. “Don’t forget that you have some packing to do,” he reminds me.
“Right. Safe house.” I readjust my arm under my pillow. “I need some more sleep. And a shower. Okay, maybe shower first. Care to join me?”
“Tempting,” he says, reaching out and rubbing my upper arm. “But we need to head to the safe house this morning.”
“Then you probably shouldn’t have fucked me for, like, half the night.”
The sound that rips from his chest is suspiciously like a growl. My eyes widen, going from his sternum to his lips to his eyes. When our gazes collide, the surprise in mine melts immediately to excitement and heat.
“Want to try that one again, love?” he lifts a brow, sliding his hand up my arm until it’s a vague threat, resting on my shoulder just inches from my throat.
I think we both know if he closes that distance and grabs me how we both want, he just wasted his time getting dressed.
So I give him my brattiest, most pleased-with-myself smile. “The best-laid plans—derailed by laying the plan,” I say, grinning. “It’s me. I’m the plan. You laid me. So much.Sowell.”
He laughs and moves until he’s propping himself up with an arm on either side of me. He presses a kiss to my temple. “We’ll go when I get back. Rest, take your shower, have some coffee.”
“Where are you going?”
“I need to pack up my stuff from the hotel where I’ve been staying. And I thought while I was out, I’d grab some things for Some Bills. I need to make sure the safe house is cat-friendly—or at least has a litter box. Plus, if I stay here, I’ll never be able to keep my hands off you.”
I beam at him. “What a good cat dad. I mean, I know my pussy calls you Daddy now.”
He shakes his head, but he’s grinning at my joke. “Take your shower, you little menace. I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t answer the door while I’m gone. And load your damn gun, Madison.”
I smirk. “Yes, Sir.”
