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Long enough that the winter chill began to cool their sweat-slicked skin.
Long enough that his cock slipped from her welcome haven and the condom felt cold and uncomfortable.
But still Jared found himself reluctant to move.
Neither of them said anything.
Neither of them needed to.
Whatever had transpired was beyond words.
It was only when Jared remembered that Natalie still wore the butt plug and cuffs that he forced his reluctant body and mind to take care of her like she deserved.
CHAPTER TEN
Natalie was exhausted.
She felt as though everything of substance, both mentally and physically had been wrung out of her.
Despite the coolness of the winter night that had started seeping into the room, she hadn’t wanted to move, content to just exist in the sated, boneless puddle Jared had reduced her to.
Nevertheless, Jared coaxed, and then threatened to just pick her up bodily and carry her to the shower that he’d already warmed up, ready.
“Come on, Natalie,” he cajoled. “That plug needs to come out or you’ll know about it tomorrow.”
“Mmhmm.” Her eyes were still closed, and with sleep trying to take her, that was all the reply she could manage.
“Natalie!” His voice had a stern snap to it this time, that forced her to open one eye. “I really don’t think you’ll appreciate sleeping with that thing in,” he warned.
“But I’m tired.” Natalie scrunched her nose, hating how much like a whine that sounded, and tried again. “You’ve reduced me to noodle legs and seeing me slither across the floor like some kind of flesh coloured blob will not be a pretty sight,” she said, looking at him balefully from one eye.
“Wouldn’t mind seeing you crawl, under the right circumstances,” Jared replied, his eyes darkening enough that she wondered what was going through his mind.
It was almost enough to perk her up. But not quite.
“It wouldn’t be anything as dignified as a crawl,” she told him, a little of her sass returning. “More like a really big slug, but drier.”
He leaned over and whispered in her ear then. “Are you sure dry is the right definition? I’m pretty sure I remember you being remarkably wet.”
Well, she was now.
If she wasn’t so genuinely drained, she might have been tempted to jump him and start on round two, but as she wriggled in response, she realized the butt plug really was getting uncomfortable.
She rolled toward the edge of the bed, hoping she didn’t resemble a floundering fish, but when her arms shook as she tried to push herself into a sitting position, Jared scooped her up and took control, and Natalie was perfectly happy to burrow into the warmth and security of his bare chest.
As befitted the suite, the shower was a massive thing, big enough for several people, so there was plenty of room.
And while she stood on rubbery limbs, feeling like a rag doll, Jared bent her over to remove the butt plug, then held her up, soaped her down, and washed her hair.
His touch was unexpectedly tender as he cared for her, and Natalie felt a pang in the region of her heart that refused to dissipate.
She was uncharacteristically quiet as Jared helped her out of the shower, wrapped her in a large, fluffy towel, then briskly rubbed her down.
When he sat her at the dressing table, in front of the mirror and gently dried her hair, spraying it with the product from the bathroom, and using a diffuser while he scrunched it in his hand, showing an astounding understanding for her hair type, the sensation just increased.
Natalie rubbed at her chest as she watched him in the mirror.
He was magnificent. His tanned skin glistened with water droplets that she wanted to lick off, and he was clad in just a small towel that rode low on his hips.
