“Has anyone ever called youinsatiable before?” Fox asked.
I shook my head. “It’s just withyou.”
Scary as it was to admitthat, it was true. I’d been happy with porn and toys until Fox had walked into mylife.
Now? I wanted him.Neededhim.
“I shall take that as thevery high compliment it was,” Fox said. “And get up to clean up in a minute.”
“Take your time,” Imurmured.
Curled up under the coversand safe in Fox’s arms, I was happy never to move again.
EIGHTEEN
FOX
Quinn’s bathtub wasthree-quarters of the size of a normal one and needed dusting before I couldfill it, but it was worth the effort. Considering my apartment didn’t evenhavea bath, it stillfelt like a bit of a luxury.
This was silly, and I knewit, but Quinn’sbig fantasy had been taken care of, now, and mine was…
Mine was to look after him oncewe were done. I liked sex as much as most people, butthiswas somethingI didn’tget to do. This was something for lovers, and I hadn’t ever had alover, and this wasprobably the closest thing I’d ever get.
I smiled as I heard himpadding toward the bathroom, footsteps flat and heavy. He was exhausted, buthis work was done. All that remained was for him to sign off on it.
He deserved a treat. Anarray of treats.
It was all over, wasn’t it? The albumwas done, and there’d been one little hiccup, but we’d gotten past it. I hadn’tfound any evidence that Quinn was guilty. He only had to give final approval onMonday, and it was all done and dusted.
So this weekend felt like agood time to celebrate.
I had something else plannedfor tonight, and waiting was killing me.
“Fox?” he spoke up from thedoorway. I turned just in time to see him yawn, still gloriously naked, leanand pale and perfect in the mid-morning light.
“I hadn’t meant to wake youuntil this was full,” I said, swirling my fingers through the water to checkthe temperature. After a moment’s consideration, I twisted the hot tap a littlefurther open. Better to sink into a slightly-too-hot bath than a slightly-too-coldone.
“This is for us?” Quinnasked, looking between me and the tub.
There was no possibleuniverse in which we’d both fit.
“For you,” I corrected. “Moreof a shower man myself.”
That wasn’tentirelytrue, but I hada clear idea of how I wanted this to go, and it involved me staying mostly dry.
“You didn’t have to do this,”Quinn said, his voice slow and soft with sleep.
He’d been so sweet in bed thatI almost hadn’t wanted to leave him, but he’d thank me for this later in theday. If Ididn’tdo this, he’d curse me inand out of hell as soon as he got on the bike later.
I’d been there and done thatand I wasn’t going to put him through it if I didn’t have to. Not after hisfirst time.
“I didn’thaveto,” I agreed. “Buttrust me when I say, you’ll thank me later. How’re you feeling?”
Quinn wrinkled his nose, thefaintest trace of discomfort washing over his pretty features.
“Yeah, that’s about what Ithought.”
“Your cock is unnecessarilyhuge,” he complained.
