Page 36 of His Little Stowaway

Looking down at the litter of petals and green leaves, my fingers a little bloody from all the plucking of the fresh roses, I wonder if I haven’t put enough rose petals out already.

Making sure the water is hot I turn off the faucet and set about seeing to dinner.

Right after I check in on Brynn just one more time.

Watching her sleep is the best because she doesn’t have time to be shy or embarrassed.

Once I prepare our food, ready for cooking once she’s up, I head back to her when she surprises me on the staircase.

Wearing nothing but my shirt, the one remaining button the only thing keeping her chest hidden from my view. I trace the hem of the shirt by instinct.

She playfully tries to bat my hand away, but in seconds I’ve cupped her sex in my palm and my tongue is giving hers a workout.

Her hard nipples scratch against my bare chest through the shirt. My gray sweatpants held up like never before. Once I’m feeling the way only she can make me feel.

“I heard noises,” she says, yawning once I pull back.

“How’d you sleep?” I ask. “I was just pottering around down here. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

Resolving to watch her in her sleep tonight if I can’t do it right now.

If either of us gets any sleep. My raging hard on decrees loudly in my mind.

“I’ve never slept better,” she smiles, pecking my cheek and shivering again until I move my hand away.

I take hers instead and help her down the stairs taking her through to the kitchen.

The faint waft of roses in the air eventually betrayed by the scattered petals I’ve laid out leading to her waiting bath.

“I thought a bath might help you unwind,” I tell her, noticing her grin.

“I’m always up for a soak,” she informs me. “But I think if I was any more relaxed I’d melt into a puddle.”

“Perish the thought,” I growl gently in her ear, nibbling her ear lobe for added effect and making her swoon back into me as I walk her over to the tub.

“I didn’t talk in my sleep did I?” she asks and I catch the playfulness of her smile in one of the mirrors opposite us.

“Hmmm. Let me see,” I pretend to think, leaning over to test the water with my fingers.

“I don’t think you did,” I tell her half-truthfully. “But that water’s a bit—”

I’m about to tell her I think it’s too hot, but she’s already slipped out of my shirt and into the water until it covers her chest, letting out as deep a moan as she does.

I think she likes it hot.

Apart from the bathwater too, I know she likes it hot.

I also know she did murmur something back to me in her sleep, but we’ve got all night to whisper things like that to each other.

And a lot longer after tonight if I have my way.

Joining her in the huge tub, I feel my eyes widen at the heat but eventually, I get used to it.

“Tell me, Brynn?” I ask her, sweat forming on my brow from the heat and not what I’m about to ask.

“How much do you know about the share market?”

Chapter Nineteen

Brynn

My heart should skip a beat when I wake up and Pearce isn’t there in the bed next to me.

But I’m different now.

Some things, okay a lot of things are different for me now.

Like me not feeling like my world’s going to end my go-to panicked way of thinking. Not automatically assuming Pearce has left because he can’t believe what he’s done…

No. Nothing like those pesky, regular, run-of-the-mill negative thoughts that I spent so long running from so they won’t bite me on the ass.

Nah-uh. I’m a woman now.

Pearce’s woman and that chubby little girl who was always scared of what might happen, of who might say this or do that?

The little girl who spent way too long listening to her messed up mother instead of her own intuition?

She’s gone.

Ran away last time I heard.

He more than surprises me after wishing me a very good evening squeeze after my nap. I don’t mind when Pearce grabs a hold of me or touches me up.

Anytime, anyplace.

I don’t mind at all.

A trail of fresh rose petals leads to our bath, plus a ton of freshly cut roses in vases everywhere I look.

Romantic much?

I never thought Pearce had it in him, but then again I wasn’t exactly being nice to him when we first met.

First impressions can be so deceiving.

He wants to talk about the stock exchange for some reason, and although I try to focus, I find myself zoning out.

I just nod a lot and agree with everything he says, which seems to make him happy.

Eventually, he relaxes, and when he’s fully relaxed its kind of infectious. I sink back into the perfect sized bath and let my neck rest on the edge.

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