“I’m about the furthest thing you can get from a playboy. I haven’t dated much at all since Reece was born.”
Jordie tilts her head, making her bun flop to the side. It’s irrationally sexy.
“Then what do you do on Tuesdays?”
I falter, taken by surprise at the question. “Uh, what?”
She pokes me with her toe. “You said your family takes turns keeping Reece on Tuesdays. You don’t go on dates?”
“No. Helix is under the assumption I’m out hooking up or whatever, and I don’t correct him.” I can read the curiosity on her face, but she doesn’t pry further. Rolling my lips, I ask, “Do you really want me to tell you what I do on those nights?”
Those aqua eyes light up with interest. Her perky little breasts bob in the water, and I do my best to keep my eyes above the waterline as she says, “If you want to.”
I find that I do want to. Very much. “How about I show you? Can I pick you up at 6:30 on Tuesday?” I have no fucking clue why I’m doing this. I’ve never shared my Tuesday night activities with anyone, not even my twin.
Her eyes narrow in suspicion. “What will we be doing?”
“You’ll see,” I reply.
Jordie shakes her head and puffs out a sigh. “Can you at least tell me what I should wear?”
My mind conjures an image of her, of how her body would look in my secret space, and I blurt out, “Black leggings and a white tank top.”
She still appears skeptical but finally nods. “Okay. Pick me up at 6:30.”
An unexpected wave of relief spreads down my spine, and I can’t help my huge grin. This is going to be fun.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I’ve run out of room in my vagina
Jordie
I have no idea what we’re going to be doing on Tuesday evening, but I’m looking forward to it. Or rather, I’m looking forward to spending more time with Phoenix Hale.
He made tonight better than I could have ever imagined, but it wasn’t just the sex. It was the laughter… the respect… the care.
Phoenix moves to kneel in front of me and picks up a bottle of face wash, squirting some into his hands and lathering it. Then he reaches for my face.
I draw my head back. “Um, what are you doing?”
He drops a kiss on my lips. “Not coddling, baby. Aftercare.” When I relax, he begins smoothing it on my face in little circles. “Any man who has the absolute privilege of being inside your body should dote on you afterward. Do the little things you can do for yourself, not because he has to but because he wants to.”
Relaxing against the wall of the tub, I do exactly that. I let Phoenix dote on me.
“Sorry if I was prickly. I’m the youngest in my family, and it always seemed like everyone wanted to take care of baby Jordie.” I close my eyes as he continues washing my face. “I just want to be independent and take care of myself.”
“And you do. You live on your own, and you have an awesome career that allows you to be financially independent.” He begins rinsing my face. “Ya know, I really should wash your mouth out with soap for some of the things you said in bed earlier.”
I scoff. “Then you need to wash out your own mouth as well, Mr. Dirty Talker.”
“Touché,” he replies as he soaps up a cloth and cleans my arms with slow precision. After washing my chest and armpits, he drops the cloth and lathers his hands with the sweet-smelling body wash.
“What exactly are you doing now?” I ask, amused when he reaches for my breasts.
The gleam in his eyes is pure wickedness. “Some areas require… hand-detailing.”
A laugh bubbles up from my throat. “I’m not a car, Phoenix.”
