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“Hey,” he says, his dulcet tone wrapping around me like a warm blanket. Stepping just inside the bathroom, he leans against the wall and lets his gaze travel my body, lingering on some parts of me without remorse. Then he glances at the tub. “Are we taking a bath?”
“Yes.” I grapple for the counter but almost miss it as I try to act as nonchalantly as I can while standing naked in front of him. I’m just relieved that the heat is on in the apartment.
“Come here, Tuesday.” The demand in his voice sends delicious shivers up my spine.
I walk to him, taking a deep breath and stopping with only a few inches to spare between us. “Yes, Mr. Westcott?”
“Sir works.”
“Sir.”
Eyeing me, he reaches to touch my neck, his thumb running down the middle of my throat before sliding his palm over my shoulder, inspiring me to go down. “I want you on your knees.”
I hold his stare while silently counting in my head. I’m not sure how I feel about dominance and submission since none of the games we play feel like either. I could take control just as he has, so it’s nothing more than just a thing we do from time to time. When I reach five, I blink, then lower per his request.
“Good girl.” My body purrs as it awakens, and I see the devilish grin settling on his face. He knows that’s my kryptonite. “Stay exactly how you are.” He walks behind me and shuts off the faucet in the tub. When he returns, he caresses my cheek and then slides his fingers into my hair. “Do you know what’s wrong with this picture, Tuesday?”
“No, sir.”
“I’m still dressed.”
I want to giggle like a schoolgirl, but I hold my composure and reach forward to pull down his pants, freeing his erection. He steps out of them and asks, “What do you want to do, Tuesday?”
I look up, knowing exactly what the right answer is. “Taste you.”
“Go on then. Taste me.” He moves closer.
Taking hold of the back of his legs, I lean forward and lick him from base to tip. It’s not until I wrap my hand around his penis that I can take back some control and swirl my tongue around his tip. Dipping his head back, Loch groans, reaching forward to hold me by my hair.
I slowly take him into my mouth as he prods deeper toward my throat. I swallow to relax and then slide back again, using my tongue to trace along the underneath of his length. I hum as he strokes my head, another “good girl” given in appreciation.
The sound of my mouth working him until he loses control has me squeezing my thighs together. I could come from giving him pleasure.
My hair is pulled on end, motivating me to please him. Sucking, I drag my tongue around him and take him deeper. My hand bridges the distances to his base when I pick up speed. “Feels so good,” he says.
I drink in his praise with every hollow of my cheeks, knowing I’m about to bring this man to his knees. His body begins to move erratically, so I hold on to the back of his leg and moan in my own ecstasy.
He holds my head as his body fucks my mouth, every thrust he serves becoming a new challenge I’m determined to win, and when he comes, I swallow everything he gives. My name rolls off his tongue in repeated gratitude while he loses himself to the hedonism until the moans fade and the fist in my hair loosens.
As his release winds down, he’s left unsteady until he stills and then drops to his knees before me. “I’m going to take such good care of you, baby.”
My insides tighten in anticipation as he kisses me. Standing, he then helps me to my feet and walks me to the tub. “You’re incredible, so good.”
My breathing begins to settle, but my heart’s on fire in lust with this man. “I need you.”
“I know,” he says, dipping his forehead to mine. Caressing me, he closes his eyes and breathes me in. “I’ve never . . . it’s never been this good, raw . . . real before.”
I may not have the reference, but the way I crave to be with him tells me what he says is the truth. I grapple for him, needing to hold on to everything we have, not just now but always. “I love you.” The words escape in a heated breath against his neck. “So much, babe.”
“I love you.” He kisses me. “I love you,” he says, reaching my neck. “I need you so much.” But through the desperate utterance of the words, it’s not sex he needs—it’s me.
“I’m here, right here for you. Always.”
He nods so gently as if the reassurance is all he needs. Pulling back, he meets my gaze, and languorous grins reflect on our faces. I don’t know why a giggle bubbles up, but he chuckles as well. “We’re a fine mess,” he says, dipping to kiss my cheek once more.
