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A smile spreads over his face. “You’re awake.”
“I don’t see how you thought I’d sleep through all that racket,” I reply, pretending to be grumpy.
He drops his towel, his dark, wet hair sticking out every which way. He looks so boyish at this moment with that crestfallen expression on his face. He sinks down beside me, making the bed dip to one side. “Did I wake you? You’ve slept through every other shower I’ve taken since we moved here.” His lips purse. I’d almost say it was a thoughtful pout. “I should’ve used the bathroom down the hall.”
I caress the damp skin of his knee and look over at him. “I was just teasing.”
His hand falls on mine, his fingers intertwining with mine. He does that often, taking my hand and lacing our fingers together. Lifting his chin toward the trinket, he asks, with an edge of worry, “You like it?”
My heart sings. “You know I do.”
The lines of worry smooth out and his face breaks into another stunning smile. He smiles so much more lately. “I’m glad. I told Tiffany that they should open a line ofmar?i?ors. Once Americans get wind of a custom like this, they’ll be all in.”
Swinging it in front of him, I side-eye him. “Yeah, especially since grown women get real jewelry, not trinkets like this.”
His face falls as he snags themar?i?orand closes his fist over it. “You wanted something big. Fuck, I knew I should’ve gotten something else.”
I sit up and tap his fist until he opens it. I snatch the little golden pen on the flat of his palm and clutch it to my chest. “Don’t you dare.”
He lets out a gust of relief at my teasing. I really shouldn’t play with him like this, but it’s too tempting.
“I love it.” Cupping it in my hand, I stroke it gently and glance up at him. “Just like I love you.”
He kisses me on the tip of my nose, on my cheek, on my temple. “Oh, so you love me now, do you?”
“I’ve always loved you. You were just too much of a pain in my butt for a while there, but I beat you back into shape.”
He lets out a loud guffaw. “Iwas the pain the ass? That’s a switch in narrative, if ever I’ve heard of one.”
I grab his shoulder to bring him back to me, my fingers slipping off his damp skin. I grab him again, this time putting some nails into it. He inhales sharply. That seems to have gotten his attention. His body tenses. It’s like watching a cougar go from playful to predatory.
He sniffs the air and declares in a gravely tone, “I can smell you.”
I bet he can because I’m drenched between my thighs. I lie back down and spread my bent legs open. His eyes zero in on the spot where I want them, and my clit pulses in response to his attention.
“Look at that pretty pink gash you’ve got waiting for me.”
My face goes slack and I moan. That’s how it is between us. One second we’re teasing and joking just like we have our entire lives. The next second, I want him to ravage me.
I tug at the towel wrapped tightly around his waist and whine, “I want it.”
He stands and I can already see his shaft tenting the towel. He undoes the knot and lets it fall, giving me a glorious view. Swirls of blue, red, and green pop and glisten on his skin, interspersed with the pink of his scars. I’ve gotten used to the scars. His body is like a beautiful work of art. It took me a while to realize he was painting his body the way Cristian painted on canvas.
His rigid arousal stands up, tall and proud. I don’t get more than a few seconds to admire him before he prowls over to me, caging me in between his strong limbs. He drops a kiss on my belly button and licks up the center of my torso until he reaches my breasts. He feathers my beaded nipples with his breath until I’m squirming beneath him and taking hold of his head to press his mouth where I need it most.
He indulges me by wrapping his tongue around my nipple and sucking hard. My hips jump off the bed and he takes the opportunity to settle between my thighs. The hard ridge of his cock rubs against my bare, slippery pussy. Groaning at the contact, he buries his face in my neck.
“You deserve this after the nice present you got me.”
He groans again, knowing where I’m going with that comment, the game I want to play.
He lifts his head and replies, “Is that right? You owe me, don’t you? A gift like that can go a long way for a little girl like you. By taking that gift, you’re indebted to me. How you gonna make it up to me?”
My breathy exhales accelerate and I pant, “With any-thing-you-want.”
He leans to the right and jerks open the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and different lengths of rope. “Oh, I remember now. You’re my plaything. My fucktoy.” He presses a hard kiss on my lips, thrusting his tongue inside. He ends it and continues, “I get to do anything I want and you just have to lie here and take it.”
He plunges a finger inside me and my eyes roll back. When he warns me abouttaking it,he means me taking as many orgasms as he decides.
