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“Stop messing about. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
She giggles. “It’s pretty fun seeing you all hot and bothered like this.”
I slide a finger inside her, making her groan. “Careful, or I’ll get you hot and bothered and leave you needy for release until we return from town.”
Her eyes widen, and she instantly sobers because I left her needy yesterday, chained to the bed. “Okay,” she breathes.
I don’t let her see how satisfied I am that she’s so easy to command. Instead, I move behind her and wash her hair, taking the time to massage her scalp.
She groans as I do, forcing me to ignore the constant throbbing in my cock as I finish washing her hair, using the shower head to wash the shampoo away. Once I’m done, I stand.
“Out you get,” I order.
She pouts but doesn’t question me.
I wrap her in a thick, soft white towel and dry her.
“You know I can dry myself?”
My jaw clenches. “I told you. I’m taking care of you.” I kiss below her ear. “Something I think you crave.”
Ella nods and doesn’t argue, letting me dominate and pamper her.
Once she’s dry, I give her a towel to wear around her hair like a turban before ushering her out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom.
“Get dressed,” I whisper as I turn away to give her some privacy. “I want you out in fifteen minutes and ready to leave.”
Her lips purse together, but she doesn’t argue. I leave her and go outside to get the engine of the SUV running so that the heater warms up. Despite only being September, it’s colder than normal here in Minnesota.
I get it running and then move back inside, finding Ella already dressed.
“Ready?” I ask as my eyes roam over her body. She looks good dressed in a pair of tight skinny jeans and a red cami with a thick knitted cardigan over the top. My cock stirs to life again. And even though we fucked last night, and I made her come on the table in the kitchen, I need more.
“Yep,” she says, practically skipping toward me.
I grab her hand and lead her to the car, starting the journey toward the nearest town. A tense silence fills the air as if we want to avoid bringing up the glaringly obvious issue of how we explainusto anyone back in Chicago. Pushing it from my mind, I intend to enjoy our weekend in paradise.
26
ELLA
The town nearby is calledHartwell, and it’s a propersmalltown.
Remy knows everyone even though he doesn’t live here. I feel self-conscious as people ask him who I am, and he tells them my name, avoiding the glaring question.
Who am I to him?
He has to get some groceries, so I walk alone toward the drugstore. His cash is burning a hole in my pocket. Considering what I’ll ask for, it makes sense he wouldn’t want to go into the store with me.
A middle-aged lady stands behind the counter, and a bell rings as I enter.
“Good morning,” she greets, smiling at me.
I smile, but I’m so nervous I can hardly speak. This town strikes me as a place where young women don’t go asking for the morning-after pill and the contraceptive pill, which Remy got me a prescription for from his doctor.
“Morning,” I manage.
I walk to the counter, licking my lips. “I’ve got a prescription. But I also need the morning-after pill.” I pass the prescription over, and her eyes narrow when she sees it.
