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Forget that I killed not just one, buttwomen.
And I want my husband to help me do that.
Our bedroom is messy since Bria and I didn’t clean up before leaving for the club. Benny doesn’t say a word about it, only passes through and deposits me onto my feet in the bathroom. The tiled floor is like ice against my heels.
Benny runs the bathwater, and I’m at least grateful I’m not washing someone’s blood off me this time. He signals for me to sit on the edge of the tub. My dress rises, and I grimace, the porcelain tub just as cold as the floor. He snags a washcloth from the cabinet. Goose bumps appear on my skin when he kneels at my feet. Running the washcloth under the water, he squeezes a drop of my bodywash onto it before capturing my ankle. Tingles sweep up my spine as he cleans my foot.
It tickles, and I can’t help but giggle and attempt to pull away.
He clamps his hand around my ankle to hold me still.
But moments later, he tickles my toes, and I smack his shoulder.
My heart swells at his sweet gesture while he washes my feet, ankles, and up my legs to my knees.
He dries my feet before helping me to them. My knees are wobbly as I reach for another washcloth and wet it. I lift my hand to his cheek and brush away remnants of glass with the washcloth. The bathroom is small, forcing us closer, and his breathing is rough against my shallow ones.
Benny eases the washcloth from my hand and tosses it into the bathtub. I shiver when he skims the edge of his pinkie along my cheekbone.
He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding it still as our eyes meet. “Are you ready to finish what we started, Neomi?”
Excitement rips through my bloodstream, seeping inside me with need for him. I don’t answer him with words because I can’t form them. My desire has possessed my every thought.
So, instead of speaking, I slam my mouth onto his.
It takes him a moment to gather what I did until he fully kisses me back. My heart thumps wildly as he devours my mouth, like I’ve taken a shot of morphine straight into my veins.
This kiss is different from any we’ve shared.
It starts slow and gentle, but quickly heats.
I shove my tongue into his mouth as if it holds every secret I need to keep living. Nothing has ever felt as perfect as his mouth on mine.
Wait, I take that back.
Feeling him inside me will be.
Benny groans my name like his favorite song and lowers his hands to my ass. He cups each cheek while crushing our bodies together. We don’t break our kiss as he guides me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He stops me from collapsing onto the bed, and I gasp at the loss of his mouth.
I whine like he took my favorite toy away.
“Take off your clothes,” he tells me, palming a hand on his slacks over his cock. “Strip for me.”
His gaze turns almost feral while he waits for me to obey. My heart jumps as I slowly lower my hands, pull my dress off, and watch as it puddles at my feet.
His Adam’s apple bobs as I stand before him, offering myself while wearing only a black lace bra and a matching thong, leaving little to the imagination.
“I said to take your clothes off. I want to see all of you, Neomi.” He starts unbuttoning his shirt.
My experience in stripping for someone is a negative three, so each move I make is overanalyzed.
I might talk a lot of shit, but I don’t want to ruin this moment.
A hunger yearns inside me for my husband to want only me.
To desire only me.
I suck in a breath of confidence, wrap my arms around myself, and unclasp my bra. It drops to the floor, and my breasts spill forward.
