His hand squeezed my thigh gently. "Rest," he said. "We'll be home soon."
Chapter nine
Scars
Jade
"Ifeel ridiculous," I admitted, though I made no attempt to wiggle free from his arms as he carried me into the penthouse. "I've never been so thoroughly...well, fucked that I literally couldn't walk."
His low chuckle sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"You should," I replied, letting my head rest against his shoulder. "Though my ego may never recover."
"Your ego," he said, stopping at the threshold of a doorway, "should be absolutely fine. Mine, however, might become insufferable."
I laughed, as he nudged open a door with his foot, heading straight for the bathroom. He set me down carefully on a padded bench near the shower, making sure I was steady beforestepping back. "I thought you might want to wash away the club," he said, already moving to turn on the shower.
"That sounds amazing," I agreed.
He tested the water with his hand before turning back to me. "Ready?"
We quickly got undressed and he led me into the shower, I sighed as the hot water cascaded over my aching muscles.
"Turn," he directed softly, and I obeyed, presenting my back to him.
"You're beautiful," he said simply, his palms sliding down my spine to the small of my back.
I leaned into his touch, savoring the simple pleasure of being cared for. When he finished washing my back, I turned to face him, taking the soap from his hands.
"My turn," I said, lathering my palms before placing them on his chest.
His eyes darkened slightly as I began to explore him with soapy hands, tracing the ridges and valleys of his scars with curious fingers.
"Do they hurt?" I asked softly, following a particularly deep line that curved around his ribs.
"Not anymore," he replied.
When we were both clean, Magnur turned off the water and reached for thick towels from a heated rack. He wrapped one around me before taking another for himself.
He pulled on a pair of loose pants but remained shirtless. I grabbed pajamas from my bag, smiling when he took out my items and placed them in his closet.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"Starving," I admitted, suddenly aware that I hadn't eaten since before the club.
He took my hand and led me back to the living room, where he settled me on the plush sectional couch.
"Stay," he instructed, though there was no chance I was going anywhere. My body still hummed with pleasant exhaustion, and the couch threatened to swallow me whole.
He returned minutes later with a wooden board piled with cheese, sliced fruit, crusty bread, and small pots of honey and jam.
"This is perfect," I said, selecting a piece of sharp cheddar and a slice of green apple.
His free hand rested on my bare leg, his thumb tracing idle circles on my skin.
"So," I finally said, popping a grape into my mouth, "that was my first sex club experience. Do they always end with someone having to be carried out?"
Magnur laughed. "Only the successful ones."
