I don’t need to be rich. I just need this shower.
With my back against the heated tile wall, I let the water wash over me. The scent of actual lavender and eucalyptus, which are hanging from the wall, fills the steamy space. There’s even a whole bench on one side that I could literally lie my entire body on. It’s pure freaking serenity.
When I close my eyes and let my fingers drift over my clit, a moan immediately escapes. Shit. I’m so sensitive right now. He tortured me with his magical dick rubbing against me all night, but did nothing about it. Because he’s a good man and was being a gentleman.
A Daddy.
“Mmm.” I circle my fingers over my clit again.
Daddy.
Another circle.
“Daddy,” I whisper as I do it again.
“Yes, baby girl?”
My eyes fly open, and I yelp, bringing my hand to my mouth to muffle it.
Xander is in front of me, naked and hard, with his fist wrapped around his cock. His gaze is dark, penetrating into me.
“You scared me,” I say breathlessly, suddenly very aware of my naked body in the daylight.
I use my arms to try to cover as many rolls and flaws as I can, but I know he’s getting a very unflattering view of my body.
“Did I scare you because you were being naughty?” He slowly moves his fist over his cock.
“Um.” I wasn’t doing anything wrong.
“Rule number two. From now on, you don’t touch that pretty pussy without my permission. If you want to come, you ask me.”
Huh?
Permission?
Is he serious?
He comes to stand in front of me, dipping his face to kiss me. Without thinking, I slide a hand up his chest to rake my fingers in the back of his hair, tugging softly as he presses his tongue between my lips.
“Put your hand between your thighs and touch your pussy, like you were a minute ago.” He stares down at me, waiting.
Heat spreads over me, and I immediately glance away, shaking my head, using my arms again as my shield.
“Look at me,” he growls.
Slowly, I obey.
“I don’t like you trying to hide from me. You’re beautiful, sunshine. Perfect in every goddamn way. Jesus, I have half a mind to bend you over and spank your ass until you understand.”
“I’m not small. I havethings,” I motion toward my body, “that jiggle when I move. I’ve tried to lose weight, but I can’t.”
Before I even know what he’s doing, he grabs my wrist and pulls me to the tiled bench, then pushes between my shoulders until I bend down and use my palms to stop me from falling.
Then he presses his hand to my lower back, holding me in place as he spanks my ass several times. I yelp and wiggle as the sting registers and spreads through my body while my clit tingles.
“If I,” he says between smacks, “ever…”
He peppers my wet skin, and all I can do is claw at the bench and stamp my feet as he holds me securely against his hip so I can’t get away.
