“Of course.”
“Since I’m officially your wife now, I’m thinking maybe you should stop paying me to take care of Layla.”
I frown. “That doesn’t feel fair. You bust your ass around here.”
“I love Layla like she’s my own baby, and I don’t feel right getting paid to look after her. So maybe you pay me to do your social media instead? From here on out, I’m just her mom, and I have this cool side gig recording videos to promote the band.”
Fuck, she’s amazing. “I love that idea.” I kiss her, and we fall back on the bed. I come up over her and waggle my brows. “I’m kinda sweaty. How about a shower?”
With a flirty smile, she unties one of the straps on her dress. “I do have one or two places you could scrub for me.”
I leap off the bed and whip off my t-shirt. “Say no more. I’m your man.”
Her eyes slowly wander down my body. “Yes, you are.”
59
RORY
When we lockourselves in the bathroom, I expect Jace to ravish me. Instead, he kisses me slow and sweet while he undresses me. He cranks up the hot water, and once he’s undressed, he washes me carefully.
Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back as Jace washes my hair. “That feels good.”
He kisses my temple. “How’s your bruise?”
“Better.”
Once I’m clean, I wash him, his giant erection bobbing eagerly between us the whole time. I save that for last because I have a feeling his willpower is hanging by a thread. Mine is. He did such a nice job washing me, I want to return the favor.
Reaching up, I wash his hair and then soap up his beautiful body. I’m in love with the way water drips across his muscular shoulders and down his slender back.
“Enjoying the view?” he teases as he shakes his ass at me.
Laughing, I smack it. “You know it.”
He turns and leans an arm against the wall, blocking me in. “Missed my little spoon last night.”
“Missed you too.” As I kiss him, I drag my hand down his chest. Down his ripped stomach. Down to that eager part of him that jerks in my hand. “It’s been a while.”
“Too long.”
“Speaking of long,” I joke as I stroke his hard dick.
He chuckles. “I’ve been doing lots of push-ups.”
“I can tell.” I look up at him through the water droplets in my lashes. “Let’s get out of here before we use all the water and your new manager yells at us.”
Jace kisses my nose. “Yes, ma’am.” He shuts off the water and grabs a towel. “Hands up.”
I do as he asks, giggling when he runs the towel down my arms, moaning when he cups my breasts and kneads them, laughing when he leans over to bite my bare ass cheek.
After he dries me off, he wraps me in the towel and sets me on the counter. Standing there, smoldering at me, he takes his time drying himself off. “I like when you watch me,” he says, his voice gruff.
“I’m enjoying your private show.” Someone pinch me, because I can’t believe this is my life. My face heats as I let my eyes wander over his damp body. And when he grips his cock, I squeeze my legs together.
“Are you wet, baby?”
Yes. And throbbing. But telling him that is too easy. “Maybe you should check for yourself.” With a flirty smile, I open the door and run for the bed, but he’s hot on my heels and scoops me off the ground.
