“Not happening,” I told her, cupping her cheek. “You don’t pay for shit around here. That’s my job.”
She pursed those soft ass lips. “I do work for a living. I have my own money so I can absolutely afford to pay for my own security. At least that way I know they’ll be loyal to only me. And not report every damn thing to you.”
I kissed her lips again, then her cheek, then her earlobe before whispering, “I don’t give a fuck about your money. You’re mine and I take care of what’s mine in every way.” Pulling that lobe into my mouth I sucked on it, then eased back a little to kiss that spot behind her ear that always made her squirm.
She did exactly that, rubbing her wet and soapy body against mine and making my dick jump.
“You don’t play fair,” she moaned, her hands coming up to rest on my waist.
“Nope. Not where you and your safety are concerned.” I kissed down to her neck, wrapping my other arm around her waist. “You are the most important thing in my life, Dakota. I will always have eyes on you.”
She sighed and tilted her head, giving me more access to the line of her neck. “And a tracker on my car,” she snapped.
I grinned over her skin, then nipped the spot. “You’re getting rid of that car,” I said pulling away so I could see her face again. “I want you driving the SUV I gave you, or we can order you something else.”
“What? Why? I mean, I like the SUV, but I don’t have to drive it all the time?”
I dropped a quick kiss on her lips to silence the little tirade she was about to go on. “No, you don’t have to drive it all the time. I’ll buy you something else if you want a backup, but from now on I want you in a vehicle I’ve had specially prepared for you.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means the vehicle will be bulletproof and have trackers and other safety adjustments just like all the other vehicles owned by my business. I’m not taking any chances with you.” I could tell she wanted to argue but couldn’t find a good enough reason to present.
“You know I can take care of myself, right? I’ve been doing it for a very long time. And?—”
This time when I dipped my head closer, I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth and nipped it softly. “Oh, I know you can pull out a gun and smack a bitch when you need to.”
She groaned and brought her hands up to my chest in an attempt to push me away. “See what I mean, Tor is a tattletale. I can handle your exes on my own.”
I grinned but shook that shit off. I didn’t want her to think this situation was a joke, because it wasn’t. I had been looking for August since last week when my car was vandalized in the garage. When the report came back, her fingerprints weren’t on the vehicle, and the video had been mysteriously corrupted. So I didn’t have proof that it was her. But I knew it was and I was gonna slit that bitch’s throat when I caught up with her. Not just for fuckin’ with my property, but now, for daring to approach my wife.
“You don’t have to handle anyone on your own, never again,” I told her then let my gaze follow the water that was still sprinkling over her skin from the overhead nozzle, washing that soap away.
She was gorgeous from head to toe and damn if I could continue to focus on anything else while I was standing this close to her in all her naked glory.
“Stop it,” she said and brought the loofa I didn’t realize she was holding up to her chest. She squeezed it over her breasts and more soapy water covered the deliciously heavy mounds.
I groaned. “Stop what? Staring at my wife’s beautiful titties?”
She grinned while lifting her other hand to pinch her nipple. My dick, which had already been very aware of her proximity, sat straight up and my mouth watered. One of my favorite pastimes was sucking Dakota’s titties, feeling those chocolate brown peaks on my tongue was top tier foreplay.
“You think they’re beautiful?” she asked, once again pouting until I wanted to suck on those pretty lips too.
Pulling my lip between my teeth I yanked that loofa out of her hand and dropped it. “I think they’re fuckin’ delicious,” I said before stepping closer and lowering my head to take the other nipple into my mouth.
I sucked that shit like I was a starving baby. Putting my hands under both her breasts and lifting them until they almost smothered me. Then I sucked some more, loving the feel of her soft skin against my face and that tight ass nipple on my tongue. Something about that shit always made my dick harder.
“Shit, baby,” she sighed and palmed the back of my head.
Dakota loved riding the line of pleasure and pain. That was one of the first things I learned about her body when she finally let me have her. I felt like a damn teenager when we dated for almost six weeks before she welcomed me into her bed. Not that I only wanted her for sex, that was far from the truth. I was insanely drawn to her mind, the way she talked about her business and her goals. I even loved just sitting and having conversations about the daily news or the biggest scam of all time, politics. I liked having our debates about the best musicalartists and actors. But shit, there was no way I couldn’t be attracted to every inch of her beautiful body as well.
“Mmmm.” I groaned and bit down on her nipple while squeezing the other breast tightly.
“Yessss!” she yelled and the sound ricocheted off the shower walls. The acoustics were fuckin’ amazing in here and I tingled all over at the sound. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”
“No the fuck you’re not,” I shot back. “You know better.”
And she did. Not only did I know Dakota’s body well, I knew her mind, knew just how much pleasure she could take. How much she wanted and needed, before she experienced the most intense climax. She craved soul-shattering orgasms as much as I adored watching her experience them.
