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“Do you have any regrets about turning the promotion down?” I had to ask.
Killian shook his head as he straightened up, padding over to the sink to dip a washcloth in warm, soapy water. “No regrets. I realised that I don’t want it. I don’t enjoy the social aspect, I already struggle with my work-life balance, and the promotion would only mean more work. And I have nothing left to prove to myself.” He gave me a smile that was almost shy. “I don’t need the promotion to prove that I mean something because, thanks to you, I’ve realised that I do mean something.”
“You mean something to so many people, Kill. And you mean everything to me.” I tilted my head up for a kiss, and he obliged, his lips curving upwards against my mouth, both of us so fucking happy.
He lifted the washcloth to my forehead, then paused, glancing down between us. “How are your feet feeling after tonight?”
I rolled my left foot experimentally. “Okay. Good, actually. But I wouldn’t turn down a foot massage later, if that’s what you’re hinting at.”
“Oh, I plan to massage a lot more than your feet.” When my breath hitched at the dark promise in his voice, he gave me one of his slow, dirty smiles. But then he was back to business, taking care of me, just because he wanted to. Killian had such a big heart, and I couldn’t believe he was mine. “Eyes closed, Joshua.”
My eyes slid shut, and he gently dragged the washcloth over my face, cleansing it of my stage makeup. When he was rinsing the cloth, I spoke again. “Your work-life balance. You do realise that as part of my boyfriend-slash-partner duties, I’ll be helping with that?”
“Boyfriend slash partner. Which is it?”
“Do you have a preference?”
Returning with the cloth, he swept it over my face again. “I thought I’d have a preference, but the truth is, as long as I get to call you mine, I don’t care what other labels we put on it.”
This man. “I fucking love you, Dr. Wilder.”
“I fucking love you, my sunshine.” He patted my face dry with a soft, fluffy towel. “All done. We’ll need to get in the shower for the next part. It’s going to take a while to remove all the shimmer from your body.”
Climbing to my feet, I shrugged off my hoodie. “You’ll need to be very thorough.”
Running a finger down the centre of my chest, he stopped at the waistband of my dance tights. “Believe me, I will be. Very, very thorough.”
“You’re going to make me come before we even get to the sex.” I shifted on the bed, my hard, aching cock dragging against the soft towel Killian had placed underneath me. Killian’s hands rubbing massage oil all over my body, plus the knowledge that he was completely naked, equalled one very sexually frustrated JJ.
And now I was thinking about myself in the third person.
“I can’t think properly around you.”
He laughed, sliding his hands down my back to my ass. “Believe me, I know how you feel. Spread your legs, baby. Let me see that pretty hole.”
With a shiver, I obediently spread my legs, and he moaned.
“Fuck, look at you. Do you have any idea what you do to me, Joshua? How fucking hard you make me?”
I thrust backwards into his hands, and he kneaded the globes of my ass, never touching me where I wanted to be touched. “Kill, please. I need you.”
“Already begging? You’re so impatient, aren’t you?” A finger lightly circled my hole, then slid lower, pressing against my perineum. Fuck. My cock throbbed and leaked, desperate for some relief.
“Killian,” I fucking whined, rutting against the bed.
A hard smack landed on my ass cheek, making me cry out in surprise, a delicious warmth blooming across my skin. “Behave. Stay still, and I’ll give you your reward.”
“Fuuuck. Is it your big cock?”
Killian placed kisses over the area he’d spanked, and then he nipped me lightly. “Can you stay still for me?”
I doubted I could, but I’d try if it meant me being wrecked by his big dick. “Y-yes. I’ll try.”
“Good boy,” he murmured, kissing lower. Then, his tongue was at my hole, and I was shaking with the effort of holding myself still as he licked and sucked and drew his teeth across the most sensitive parts of my skin.
“Fuck, Kill. That feels so good.”
He raised his head, and I whimpered, so empty, wanting.
