“Good,” I whisper. “I want it all.”
He curses.
“Open your mouth. Tongue out.”
Eagerly, I do as he says, just in time for the first burst to hit my tongue.
I swallow as best I can, but there’s a lot. The rest of his cum drips down my jaw.
When he’s finished, I wrap my hand around him again and bring the tip back into my mouth, closing my eyes.
I want to stay like this forever.
He lets me hold him on my tongue for a while longer while he strokes my hair and whispers how much he loves me.
“Sweetie, I’m pulling out now,” he whispers, and I blink slowly, realizing I might have spaced out for a second.
He pulls up his boxers and trousers and eases down on the floor. Settling against the washer, legs stretched out, he draws me into his lap.
Then, very gently, he wipes my face clean with the hem of his shirt and presses kisses first on my forehead, then on my nose, then on my mouth.
I rest my head against his chest and sigh in deep contentment.
“All good?” he asks.
“So good.” I shift in his lap. “Although my pants feel kind of gross.”
He kisses the top of my head.
“I can imagine.”
He strokes my hair slowly. I lean into the touch, closing my eyes. His heartbeat is steady under my ear, grounding me in a way nothing else ever has.
“You did so well.”
“Really?”
“Really. I loved it.”
“Yeah?” I feel almost shy.
“Yeah. Turns out you were right about the detergent. It really is romantic.”
“I told you I can do swoony.”
He stares at me solemnly, his thumb tracing my jaw.
“Baby, I don’t think there’s anything you can’t do.”
CHAPTER 49 – CASPIAN
Three days later, I’m halfway through my usual running route when a glintof baldness catches my eye. Not just any baldness—Daniel’s kind.
My brother-in-law.
The tedious man who only smiles if Penelope gives him written permission. He’s holding hands with a petite woman who’s definitely not my sister.
For a long moment, I just stare. Then I make a decision and jog straight toward them. The color drains from Daniel’s face the instant he spots me, replaced by a sweaty sheen of guilt.
