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“I’ve already taken care of that. You’re going to have a free weekend,” he says matter-of-factly. “Both of us are.” Then he brings his hand down to my ass with a gentle slap and says, “Now, get out of bed, we have a long day ahead of us, baby.”
I lean up and eye him curiously, not even angry at the fact he got into my phone and called off work for me. It was much needed and there’s no other way I’d want to spend my time right now. My clothes are on the floor, discarded haphazardly throughout the room, and I bite my bottom lip with thoughts of the night before.
Beau growls beside me. “Piper, I suggest you get in that shower before things get nasty.”
I arch a brow with a wicked grin on my face, but he only shakes his head with a chuckle. “Fine,” I say with a sigh, then push off the bed, feeling powerful when I stand bare in front of him. “I’ll get in the shower.”
His eyes travel down the length of my body and my skin prickles with awareness at the attention. He takes hold of my left hand and pulls me back towards him with a smile. “Maybe it could wait five more minutes after all.”
“Five?”
He winks at me before tugging me forward until I’m back on the bed. Before I know what’s happening, he turns me over and pulls my hips off the bed, my ass in the air for him. I groan into the blankets when his tongue swipes across my clit and I push myself further into him, if that’s even possible. It doesn’t matter how close to this man I am, my body aches to be even closer.
Each time I come close to falling over the edge, Beau pulls away from me and slows the pleasure down, only to bring it back up again. Edging is the worst. I growl in frustration and that only makes him chuckle. “What’s wrong, baby? Isn’t this what you wanted?”
I turn to look at him over my shoulder and glare. “What I want is you. Inside of me. Now.”
His eyes heat up at the words and he immediately pushes his plaid pajamas pants down to his ankles, then reaches into the nightstand for a condom before sheathing himself with it. I gasp when he thrusts into me, not bothering to ease me into it, and my fingers curl into the fabric above my head.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asks, his hands coming to my hair and tugging on it gently.
I nod against the hold and let out a strangled moan as he thrusts into me harder, the position only bringing me closer and closer to the edge. When I look at the digital clock next to his side of the bed, it shows that it’s already been three minutes — two more left.
Two more thrusts is all it takes before I’m thrashing against him as I fall over the edge, begging him to let go of his own release. His body jerks against mine while he tightens his grip around my hips, then he’s bending over me and giving my back a tender kiss. I whimper at the loss of him, then get up to head into the bathroom.
Nothing like a hot shower after morning sex.
I’m surprised when he follows me inside, stepping under the hot spray with me. My head falls back when his fingers come to my scalp and massage it gently. I could get used to this. He removes his hands only to bring them back with shampoo, making sure to get through each strand of hair. The touch never stops, even when he leans my head back slightly more to get the shampoo out of my hair.
He grabs a loofa from the hook on the shower wall, a pink one that looks like it may have been purchased just for me, then lathers it with soap before scrubbing my body. I’m not sure anything could get better than this.
When we get out, he throws each article of clothing my way before walking into his closet for something of his own. Surely he knows I’m going to walk over to my house to change into something more fitting for a day out with him.
As if reading my mind, he nods toward the clothes he handed me and says, “We’ll walk over to your house so you can change. I’m sure there’s something comfier you’d like to wear.”
Of course there is. Except, I can’t wear that out in public because if someone decides to sneak photos of me, I need to look my absolutely best. It’s ridiculous that I can’t even walk around my own hometown without someone being nosy and making headlines about me.
I nod at him with a tight smile. “That sounds great.”
He frowns at me and cocks his head to the side. “Everything okay?”
Am I that obvious? “Of course.”
There’s a bit of doubt lingering in his gaze, but he turns it away from me to finish getting his own clothes on, then leads me out of the guest house. There’s no sign of my dad here, so I guess that’s a good thing. Before I get through my front door, I turn to Beau and ask, “Where are we going anyway?”
He smiles softly. “You’ll just have to see.”
Surprises are the worst, especially when I don’t know how deep into the public we are getting. I trust him though, I’m sure he won’t let anyone get any pictures of me. He has to know all the attention I get, especially with my fall line coming out soon.
The sundress I had on yesterday is still sitting by the full-length mirror in my room, so I bend down to pick it up. I only wore it for about an hour, it should be fine enough to wear out today. My hair is a frizzy mess, so I quickly brush it through and pull it up into a tight ponytail — the exact way as I did yesterday — then head back outside.
Beau’s already waiting in the truck outside my front door, so all I have to do is slide into the passenger seat and click my belt into place before he’s heading down the drive. My eyes track every turn he makes until he comes to a stop about thirty minutes away at an older looking building. I’ve never been here before so this could be a good thing. It means there’s a chance no one will notice me here.
Can’t be too careful though, which is why I grab the sunglasses from my purse and push them onto my face. When I look over at Beau he’s staring at me, lost in a thought it seems, and I wave my hand in front of his face. He blinks, suddenly aware of the present, then hops out of the truck. I give him my hand when he opens the passenger door for me, then let him lead us inside.
There’s a small crowd walking through each aisle, inspecting all of the goodies in front of them, and I smile at the image. I’ve always loved watching people do such normal things like this, wishing I could be doing them too. With my line of work though, I can never go anywhere without someone recognizing me and it turning into a zoo of cameras.
Beau threads his fingers through mine as he leads us down the aisles, not letting go for even a second as he inspects the food just like everyone else. I can’t help but look around at all the couples strolling through here and smile at the idea of us being domestic.
