Lower this time.
Fuck.
“Please?”
Ignoring how her wild curls attack my hand, I grab her chin to put on the brakes. “You don’t need to convince me.”
She licks her lips. Lips I want around my cock more than I need my next breath.
“Maybe I want to convince you.”
“Maybe I want you to crave my cock before you blow me,korovka.”
“Maybe I do.”
“Maybe it’s not enough when you’re still upset about last night.” I tap her upper thigh. “Get into bed. I need to shower and then I’ll join you.”
She pouts but stumbles to her feet, rubbing her thigh in a way that makes my cock ache. “I’m watching.”
“You can wash my back if you want,” I drawl.
“Why didn’t you say that was an option?!” She strips off as she walks over to another room that is just as chaotic as this one.
Makeup everywhere, crap on the floor, towels discarded over any surface that counts.
“Does this disorder make sense to you?”
She pauses mid-unfastening her bra. “Of course.”
Of course.
She flings her bra at me, earning my immediate attention. Then, she does the damnedest thing—she rubs the thigh I tapped. Again.
“That stung.”
“Did you like it?”
Her eyes narrow. “Perhaps.”
“Some say it’s cleansing,” I inform her, pretending to be distracted as I undress.
Unlike her, I find disorder stressful. Thankful to find a coat hanger on the back of the bathroom door, I hang up my clothes as best as I can, barely avoiding a spilled pot of some beige sludge I assume she puts on her face.
Suddenly, I’m grateful for thehisandhersbathrooms in our Manhattan brownstone.
“Cleansing like… of sins?”
“So they say.”
“How very Catholic. Priests will whip themselves to purge their souls.”
I smile at her. “I was raised Orthodox too, Victoria. I know how crazy those fuckers can be. Trust me.”
Her tongue peeps out as she studies me, then she steps into the cubicle, which is, at least, clean. A part of me thinks this explosion happens immediately after the housekeeper tidies around her.
When she blasts on the water, standing to the side to avoid the cold spray, I get a glimpse of the vision that she is.
She calls out my name and I follow it. Follow her. Just as I know I’ll follow her to the ends of the Earth.
