Page 23 of Glacier

Her inner walls clenched tight around my cock as she came, pulling my orgasm from me with the force of hers.

For a few long seconds, neither of us moved.

Then I ripped my glasses off and tossed them onto the couch. “Fuck me, darlin’. You’re gonna be the death of me,” I huffed, resting my head against her chest.

Her shoulders shook with laughter. “But what a way to go.”

A surprised bark of laughter left me as I lifted my eyes to her sparkling brown gaze. “Yeah, baby. What a way to go.”

She smiled lazily.

“Shower?”

“Yes, please.”

Keeping her wrapped in my arms, I turned and carried her through my bedroom into the bathroom—where we spent more time getting dirty than clean.

Eventually, the water ran cold, and we retreated to the bed, where Juju promptly passed out cold.

I didn’t have anything to do this afternoon, so I caught up on a few hours’ sleep with her.

My alarm woke me at seven. Stretching, I turned to the gorgeous woman warming my bed and ran my hand up and down her arm.

“Five more minutes,” she muttered, slapping my hand away.

Chuckling, I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Thought you wanted to see me get beaten bloody.”

Sleepy brown eyes opened to look into mine. “You’d better not get beaten too badly. I’ve got plans for that body.”

Laughing, I sat up and dragged her with me until she was standing. “Come on. You get the bathroom first. If we both go in there, we’ll be late.”

Slapping a hand to her ass, I admired the way it bounced.

Juju squealed and rubbed it, glaring at me over her shoulder. “Twenty minutes, and I’ll be ready to go. Can you grab my bag from the truck, please? It should be on the passenger seat.”

Dragging on jeans and a shirt, I headed out to get her bag, only to find it sat just inside the front door. Huh. Guess Lawless or Lurch put it there. They were the only ones with the key code to my place.

I left it on the bed for Juju, then went to the kitchen to make us something to eat. I didn’t want her drinking on an empty stomach. I’d had the Prospects stock my fridge earlier today, so we had a good selection of food.

I grabbed the bread, butter, and cheese and assembled sandwiches for toasting. Opening the fridge, I pulled out a beer and popped the lid, taking a long drink.

“Oh, yum.” Juju’s husky voice rolled through me as she entered the kitchen, and her vanilla and lavender scent wrapped around me. “I love toasted sandwiches. Can I grab a beer?”

I cleared my throat before replying. “Fridge.”

“Thanks. You want another one?”

“No, I'm good darlin’.”

Lowering the heat on the stove, I turned to face her—and promptly choked on my beer.

Juju was a gorgeous woman. I knew her body; I’d seen it naked. But fuck me, she was even more beautiful dolled up.

“You like?” She held out her arms and did a twirl.

Her jeans were so tight they looked painted on, clinging to her voluptuous hips and thighs. And the corset she was wearing plumped her breasts so that they almost spilled over the top. Her long dark hair fell in waves down her back, and the silver hoops in her ears glinted in the light as she moved. Her makeup was darker than usual, smoky around her eyes, with deep red lipstick that made me think unholy things.

“Oh, darlin’. Like is not the word I’m thinking of,” I growled, placing my beer down.