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“Don’t advise you sleeping down there.” His dick chose that moment to flex expectantly within her depths. “He’s a beast. Outta my control,” he added at her baleful glance between her legs.
“Sorry, buddy. Maybe later.”
“He appreciates your consideration.”
“And I appreciate him.” Grinning, she placed her hands on the side of the tub and rose, almost letting him leave her body. She gave him an eyeful of the waterfall coasting off her beautiful breasts before she was in his arms and engulfing his shaft again. Then he couldn’t think beyond how good her hair smelled and how softly she curled around him and—
How much deep shit he was in.
“You never showed me your toy.” She snuggled against him and let out a sound that bordered on a purr. “If you’d like I could use i
t on you. Maybe settle him down some,” she murmured, tightening her inner walls around his semi-firm shaft in a manner that would not have the effect she desired. In fact, he could already feel the blood surging into his groin, his balls growing harder by the second.
He worked the snarls out of her hair. “It’s right on the edge of the tub.”
“What? Where?” She glanced over her shoulder. “I don’t see—” Noticing the stuffed bird he’d tucked in the corner, she threw back her head and laughed. With a sad little pop, his cock slipped free of her body. “Here I thought you’d have something really crazy. Like, I don’t know, a cock ring or ben wa balls for me or something. Instead, you’ve got my macaw.”
“Ben wa balls?” He tapped his chin as she faced him again. “Those could be arranged. Maybe even for that fancy shindig of yours.”
“That’s our most important benefit of the year.”
“I bet you could handle it.” He brushed a kiss over her temple. “You’d do it for me, wouldn’t you?”
She pursed her lips. “You never play fair.”
He caressed her nipple until it stood firm and dark. He reached for the other and gave it the same treatment before sliding his hand down her belly. She shivered as he fingered her, spreading the silky wetness that coated the pad of his thumb. “Who’s playing?”
Her delirious moan rose above the sound of the jets. “There was a time I wasn’t multiorgasmic.”
“The Dark Ages?”
She elbowed him and grabbed his MP3 player off the side of the tub. “I need new music.”
Reluctantly, he slid his hand away from the juncture between her legs. But damn, it called to him. “Don’t the classics mean anything to you?”
“Not when I’ve heard them fifty times in a row. I think ’Ticket To Ride‘ might cause an inappropriate reaction in me from now on.” She frowned at his list of playlists. “You have anything good on here? Metal Magic. Uh, no. Fuck Rock?” She shot him a look. “Nice.”
He shrugged. “Short and sweet.” Remembering the other playlist on there, he grabbed the device. From the look on her face, it was too late.
“Babymaking music? Really?”
“Babymaking’s a euphemism for sex,” he muttered.
“Thanks for the heads up. I can’t imagine you using that term.” She lowered her lids then looked up again, her eyes darker than he’d ever seen them. Logically he knew the color hadn’t changed, but the heaviness in them had sucked out all their light. “I could see you with kids.”
“Okay,” he said slowly, unsure where she was going.
“Do you want them?”
“Kids?” He jerked a shoulder. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
She nodded and swiveled around, suddenly taking an interest in some hidden spot behind her knee. Her fingers moved restlessly while his sluggish, still oversexed brain finally figured out her point.
Shit.
“But maybe not.” He rested his chin on her shoulder. “I’d be happy either way.”
“No, you wouldn’t. A guy like you is built for kids. You’d be cheating yourself.”
