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“I like sir.”
“You can call me whatever you want, although wanker isn’t my favorite. Are you really okay, though? That was…”
“You broke me.”
His body tensed. “Did I hurt you? Was it too much? You didn’t use your safe word.”
I pressed my hand to his heart and lifted my heavy head, smiling at him. “No, but I’ve never felt like that… I’ve never come that hard.”
“You want to do it again?”
I shook my head. “Not now. I can’t do it now. I’ll die.”
Marshall laughed, carrying me to the kitchen and getting me a glass of water, which I downed gratefully. “Not right now, Sugar. But soon.”
“Tomorrow?” I mumbled sleepily against his chest.
“Did it help? With the stress and the insomnia?”
I wanted to answer, but I was so exhausted, and sleep was right there for the taking.
Marshall
Ilookeddownather, sleeping in my arms. Tonight had been everything. The only thing that could have made it better was if the two people sleeping upstairs had been involved. I tried to ignore the enormity of that thought, so I replaced it with the other thing I’d been thinking more and more lately.
I love you, Sugar.
Chapter 22
Dawson
Iwokeuptothe sound of Fox gasping. “What the hell, Le?”
I opened my eyes to find Lea out cold on her front, naked. The sheets had slipped off her, showing off her very red, obviously recently spanked ass.
“Shit, girl,” I chuckled.
“It’s not funny, Daw. What the hell happened overnight?”
“I was a bad girl. I needed to be punished,” she mumbled, pressing her face into the pillow. “Best night ever.”
“Muscles?” I questioned.
“I have to call him sir now.”
I groaned at the idea of any of us calling him that.
“Hey, look at me. It looks painful. Are you okay?”
She wiggled her ass. “Like it. Came so hard I cried. Slept like a baby.” Then her body froze, and she sat up, wincing as she did. “What time is it? I need to—”
“It’s 9 am and you don’t have to be anywhere until twelve, remember?”
Flopping back against the pillows, she let out a sigh, then she looked between us. “Where’s Marshall?”
I shrugged and her eyes darkened with obvious worry but just then, the bedroom door opened and Marshall appeared, hair messy, a smile plastered on his lips, wearing a white apron and not much else, carrying two huge trays. Placing them both on the end of the bed, he looked between us all.
“You good, Sugar?”
