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I long to soothe the scratches with the flat of my tongue, but that will have to wait. Our mutual pain is kicking back endorphins to our human halves, ensuring we grab at every erotic delight from each other. Maximus’s grunts are hot against my nape. His cock is full against my walls. I move atop him with urgency that’s nearly panic.
Chasing it…
Chasing it…
Until the flood breaks loose.
For him, hot and violent. For me, wet and wild.
Completion that pierces me with the same brilliance as the flashes between the thunderheads above…and the sliver of sunshine, peeking from just one corner, sending a rainbow into the center of the grass nearby.
Now I’m convinced.
Maybe Edenisa thing.
And if we created it here, maybe our little family can do it again—next time, in a place unfindable by Zeus, Hades, or Hecate.
I make a vow to hold tight to the hope. Next to my love for this man, it might become my strongest ally.
* * *
“Never thought I’d be so thankful for a tiny shower stall.”
Maximus’s mutter prompts me into a new giggle. We’ve been in the little space long enough to have developed some fierce prune fingers, thanks to his numerous one-liners about dropped soap. By the time I started choking on my laughter, the man decided to pin me against the wall and silence me with a slippery make-out session. One thing led to another, and here we are at wrinkled fingertips.
Still, I lift a few of my raisin nubs and wick stray drops away from his thick eyebrows.
“Clearly, you’ve never been to some choice European villages,” I quip.
He smiles down with his eyes. His lips give a more mellow version of the vibe. “Europe’s still one of my dreams. Hey, a single stamp in the passport would be. I’ve always been working too hard to get away. But now I’ll get to see it with a special tour guide.”
His declaration is warming and shocking in the same set of seconds. “You’ve never been outside the country? At all?”
“Does Olympus count?”
There’s no smile beneath his words now. How can I blame him? I’ve already sensed that even the distant memories from his childhood are difficult to confront. No matter how opulent his surroundings, he was still the secret son of Z’s side act. Just like my shame about not belonging in heaven, his was directed at being ostracized from his whole realm. I can’t begin to fathom such a pain.
“Of course we’ll go to Europe,” I murmur. “To every place that matters. Paris and Prague, Verona and Florence, London and Seville… All of it.”
I keep fighting the urge to sound so wistful, but his new melancholy stirs my own. There’s a finish for my statement, but I don’t dare lend it volume.
“As soon as my father isn’t dogging every one of our steps?”
So Maximus takes care of it instead.
I sigh, realizing one of us probably had to. But I hate the natural drag on my brain, hauling me to the next logical subject. Logical but awful.
“So when do you think he’ll stop by around here?”
His expression is dour as he cranks off the water. “Not at all, if he’s holding good to his word and learning how to read me better.” He leans out and lifts a huge bath sheet off one of the hooks outside the stall. While wrapping me in it with protective pats, he adds, “This time is strictly for us. Damn it, we deserve it.”
I curl fingers around the towel’s edges, savoring the billowy softness. “I’d ask you to repeat that ten more times, but doubt I’d be conscious during all of them.”
He bends down to press tender lips to my forehead. “Get into bed, beautiful. I’ll make sure I wake you with enough time to head to dinner.”
“Oh.Headto dinner? Guess that’s a good thing, considering the table.”
A low chortle from the center of his chest. “Which I’m going to go and try to explain while you’re resting.”
