“You said that the fourth time, too,” I laugh, thinking back to how she told me she couldn’t when I asked for just one more. She surprised herself when her fourth orgasm tore through her. I felt like an absolute champ when she screamed my name in sheer bliss.
“Fine. Three working days to recover. That’s my final offer.”
“You’ll be begging for me before the night is even over,” I whisper in her ear, my grin widening as I think back to how she begged for a release after I teased her with my mouth and ice cubes.
I was so hard watching her whimper for me as she pulled on the makeshift ties above her head. I thought I’d faint from the pain with the way her body stretched and arched for me with every touch.
“Wanna bet?” she says, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Careful, sweetheart. Are you sure you want to play this game?”
“I’m confident I’ll win. There’s nothing you can say or do that will speed up my recovery policy to get me out of this bed.”
“Baby,” I whisper in her ear. “Open your eyes.”
They flutter open slowly, and she gasps when she takes in the surroundings of the shower. I chuckle and turn on the water. She moans the minute the hot water sprays over us. I swallow her questioning words with a kiss, and she melts into me.
“I think you should call an ambulance. I didn’t feel you carry me in here or hear the water sputter on,” she says. “I don’t think I have any bones left in my body,” she whines. “Take me back to bed.”
“Shh, let me take care of you.” I lower her down onto the same bench we fucked on. “Close your eyes.”
I know instantly this is a bad idea, even though my intentions were pure. She looks so damn perfect sitting on her knees with her back to me, hair spilling down her back. Her cute little ass is perched on the heels of her feet.
A fucking vision.
I kiss her cheek. “Tilt your head back, sweetheart.”
I massage her scalp, using my fingers to spread the shampoo into her long chestnut hair. The smell of peaches and mangoes takes over my senses, and she lets out a long sigh as I rinse the shampoo from her hair and repeat it again.
The conditioner is next, and when that’s washed from her hair, I move to the body wash and lather her in it. When I hose her off, the soap trails down her in a way that has me wanting her all over again.
“Can you turn for me?” She shifts, letting her legs drop to the floor as she gives me a fatigued smile. “You’re so damn perfect,” I say as I stare down at her. “What you did today. Letting me have control… I’ve never felt so trusted by you.”
Her eyes well, and I reach for her immediately. “I want you to know that if you ever need it back, all you have to do is say so.”
She nods. “I love you, Chase Riley Harper.”
I lean in and kiss her. “I love you too, sweetheart. Always have, always will.”
Roman bouncesdown the path gleefully, practically leaving a trail of sugar behind him.
We’ve just come back from his school picnic. The treats Elena baked for him were a huge hit. He’s especially happy because he has a playdate with Melanie next Friday and it has absolutely nothing to do with his dad.
With everything he’s eaten today, I figured the best thing I could do was try to wear him out before Brax gets back from his conference.
So, I challenged Roman to a step contest.
Whoever has the most by the time we get home gets to pick the pizza toppings. Thankfully, Roman’s choices aren’t terrible, so I don’t mind losing.
He executes a perfect backflip, which I cheer for dramatically before he marches ahead of me. I trail behind him at a comfortable distance, keeping him in sight.
That’s when a pointed object is pressed into my side, and an arm hooks tightly around mine.
“Keep walking. Don’t make a sound.”
The voice is quiet but commanding. I don’t recognize it, but I know the face when I glance sideways. Blue eyes, freckled skin, and strawberry blonde hair stare back at me.
Laurel.
