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He nodded and his hand slipped over her thighs. It nearly broke her but she moved out of reach just before he touched exactly where she needed him. He looked at her quizzically.
“I told you there would be a punishment,” she said.
His brows winged up. “Surely this is a punishment for you?”
“I guess we’ll see. Now excuse me, I need to wash.”
She moved under the water, the drops coasted down over her skin and she had the satisfaction of seeing that heat come back into his cool eyes as they tracked each droplet down her body. Then she grabbed the shower gel that smelled exactly like him and poured some into her hand. She proceeded to wash herself, slowly, paying extra care to her breasts and ass.
“Need some help?” he rasped.
She shook her head. “Nope, I got it.” She knew the moment he spotted the wicked gleam in her eyes and he realized she knew how to torture him. She rinsed her hands before caressing her stomach and thighs, then dipped her fingers between her legs. Her head dropped back on a moan as she stroked over her clit.
“Rebelle,” he growled.
She moaned and closed her eyes as she worked herself, dipping her hand to slide two fingers inside herself, pumping once, twice before circling back over her clit.
“Do you promise to behave and do as I say next time, William?”
“Yes. At least look at me when you come.” A command and a plea rolled together and one she was only too happy to oblige.
He stepped closer, putting them chest to chest but he didn’t stop her, or try to help. He just wanted to be near her and the idea spurred her on, pushing her arousal higher.
Her climax slammed into her and although she wanted to look away, the intensity in his stare held her firm. She saw everything in his eyes, his desire, his affection and something she didn’t want to put a label on because it was too much, too scary to consider.
She sagged against him, surprised to find him halfway aroused again already. She was too boneless to move.
“Next time it’s me who makes you moan like that,” he grumbled.
“Only if you behave,” she replied, and he made the noncommittal grunting sound he was so fond of. Then he proceeded to wash her hair, gently lathering and tilting her head back into the spray.
She turned off the water, contemplating the fact that they’d gone into the shower full of joy and silliness and she was leaving it feeling something much larger and intense.
Will went back into the bedroom and she took a moment to collect herself. She wrapped a towel around herself and wiped the condensation from the mirror. She came face to face with her reflection and was surprised to see the joy in her eyes. The plumpness of her cheeks now she was eating more, and dare she say, happy?
The fact that she knew it wasThe Crawford Effectbugged her. He wouldn’t be around forever, he would leave too. She was getting used to him, relying on him and she didn’t want to need him. She didn’t need anyone.
Rebelle went back into the bedroom to find Will sitting on the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist and looking at his phone, his expression troubled.
“Everything okay?”
His forehead smoothed. “Never better,” he replied, tossing his phone aside and pulling her to him. His palms gripped the back of her thighs before trailing up and cupping her ass. He nipped at her neck before giving her butt a little squeeze which she felt right in her core. She was about to pull away, needing to set some boundaries between them but he must have read her mind.
“No time for any funny business, no matter how much you want it,” he teased, winking at her. “We’ve got animals to feed.”
*
“I know what we can do for Christmas!” Rebelle bounced in front of him, distracting him from thinking about yesterday morning when he had come to the realization that he wasn’t ready to leave. He’d sat on her bed, listening to her putter around in the tiny bathroom, after the most erotic shower of his life, and knew he couldn’t leave yet. He’d whipped out his phone and opened up his chat with his mom.
Will:Let’s negotiate…
Momager:I’m listening.
Will:One more month.
Momager:Paha! You’re joking? I told you, one week.
Will:Three weeks.
