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“Not since I was teenager,” Maceo confesses. He chuckles before standing up, hoisting me to my feet.
Dizzy from all the passionate sex, he holds me a few moments till I’m steady. He grabs the hair soap, working it into my hair, massaging and running his fingers gently through my snarls. I moan at the contact, making him groan.
“You keep up those little noises and I’ll take you again,” he warns, washing the suds from my hair.
I smile and make him bend down so I can wash his hair. He groans with satisfaction when I press my fingers hard against his scalp, massaging the soap in. “Right back at you, handsome,” I giggle.
He runs the conditioner through my hair and then his own hair. We rinse and fight over who gets to soap the other’s body first. He wins by using his brute strength, but he better be nice, or else he’s going to get another reminder of how payback’s a bitch. His hands make quick work of cleaning my body, paying extra attention to my butt cheeks, biting each cheek when he runs the wash cloth over them.
I go a little slower with him, letting my fingers roll over each hard panel on his taut stomach. I trace the deep V of his pelvis, moving lower till I’m running the cloth over his growing penis. He groans and pulls me to him, holding me close.
We jump out and dry off quickly. This somehow turns into a towel snapping party. I race around the bedroom, screaming with giggles, and he tries to crack my ass. He tackles me on the bed, and we both roll around, kissing zealously.
Hades whimpering at the bedroom door is the only thing that pulls us apart. Maceo throws on a shirt and a pair of jeans, sans underwear, and rushes out of the room. Hades barks and gallops after him.
Laughing, I roll out of the bed. I dig through my bag, finding lots of revealing clothing, and shake my head. That’s what I get for letting Maceo pack my luggage.
I settle on the white cotton dress he loves and white ruffled low-rise bikini panties. I forgo the bra since it doesn’t do much for the little I have on top. I’m perky enough to pass it off. Maceo will probably get all riled up knowing I’m bare on top.
I’m nearly done with French braiding my hair when Maceo returns with Hades. “Breakfast is waiting downstairs,” he says, smiling.
Maceo’s eyes home in on my outfit, paying extra close attention to my chest where my nipples stretch out the fabric of my dress. He grabs himself through his jeans and mutters a curse. “Wicked woman,” he groans, making me giggle. “You seriously want me walking out there with a hard-on?”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” I say innocently, trying hard to hide my smirk. I tie off the end of my braid.
Maceo comes up behind me and kisses the back of my neck, making me purr.“The hell you don’t,” he murmurs into my flesh.
With lightening speed, he twirls me around, throws me over his hulking shoulders, and slaps my ass, making me yelp. Laughing, he walks us downstairs to the main level.
“Morning, Brian,” Maceo chirps, waltzing past him. Brian probably got a full view of my ruffled ass since my dress is hiked up. I nearly die of embarrassment. Doesn’t help that I recall screaming through my orgasms, and Brian undoubtedly overheard.
“Mr. Tabares,” Brian greets, swallowing roughly. “Ms. Josephine.”
“Hi, Brian,” I mumble against Maceo’s back, thankful my face is hidden from view.
Maceo’s shaking with laughter by the time he sets me down in the kitchen. I slap his chest. “You did that on purpose, you alpha asshole.”
“If I’m going to be walking around here with a giant boner in my pants, they sure as shit are going to see why I’ve got it.” He gives me a salacious grin before kissing me on the top of my head. He pulls me to the breakfast nook.
A delicious-looking quiche is in the center of the table with a platter of fruit and a giant bowl of crispy hash browns next to it. The delicious aroma makes my stomach growl.
A middle-aged man with an apron and a jolly look comes over and pulls out my chair for me. “Ms. Josephine, good morning. Would you like coffee? Tea? Mimosa?”
This must be Chef Jordan. I smile back at him. “Good morning. I would love some coffee, but could I have a mimosa too?” I ask shyly.
He laughs and nods before turning to Maceo. “And for you, sir?”
“I’ll have the same,” Maceo says, his eyes focused longingly on me.
“Very good. I’ll be right back.” Chef Jordan rushes back toward the kitchen.
Maceo takes my left hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing my ring finger. “I want to go shopping today.”
My heart jumps. “If you’re thinking of taking me ring shopping, think again. Call me old-fashioned, but I want you to pick it out.”
He looks up from my hand and gives me a wolfish grin. “Oh, don’t worry, baby. I got it covered. I want to do something a little…different.”
I cock my head.What does ‘different’ mean?
