Page 61 of Take You Down

“Yes, ma’am,” he salutes and slides gracefully for a 6’2” grown man to his knees and begins swiping up the mess.

And yes, I say swipe because he seems to be spreading it around and making it worse more than actually cleaning it. There isn’t anything saving the grout between the tiles now. Hope Vik doesn’t flip too much when she gets a hotel bill full of damages.

“Bleach or dirty?” Walker asks, grabbing another towel. Add those to the damaged list too.

“What?”

“Bleach blond or dirty blonde?” Walker asks again, throwing the soiled towels aside to a pile in the corner of the room.

“Dirty,” I clarify.

His eyes alight with fire and mischief as he responds, “Yeah, you are, baby.” He wraps his large arms around each of my legs, pulling me closer, still kneeling in front of me. Strong hands squeeze the backs of my thighs, slowly grazing their way up, up, up, leaving a path of scorched skin in their wake.

“You’re ridiculous,” I say, trying not to let what his hands are doing to my body affect my voice, but failing.

Walker dips his head, pressing light kisses over my bare thighs, before pulling back and putting his head directly in front of my center.

And inhaling.

“Christ,” he mutters, fingers also painfully tight now against my ass.

I lean into his touch, canting my hips forward, enjoying the punishing strength of his hands as they knead my flesh. My fingers twitch with the desire to tangle in his hair, but I resist, not wanting to disturb the dye as it sinks in.

“I fell asleep last night with my hand around my cock, thinking of getting another taste,” Walker says, and my legs buckle, his words sending flashes of him doing just that through my mind.

“I wish I could’ve seen that,” I pant, staring down at him and letting him see the truth of it behind my eyes.

His own reflect the mutual desire burning inside us and the bathroom walls seem to grow smaller and smaller, closing in around us until our bodies burn the space.

As he takes a single finger and slips it under the side of panties, ready to pull them aside and replace them with his mouth, I push him away.

“It’s my turn this time.”

I pull Walker to his feet and spin us around, so he’s now the one leaning back against the counter, although the edge settles on the back of his thighs instead of lower back like mine did.

His face lights up as he sinks back, eyes burning, watching me closely as I lower myself to my knees in front of him.

I’ve hated this position for many reasons over the years. I hated kneeling for hours of prayers on the cold, hard floor of the church. I hated being in such a subservient position and feeling like I was going to be stuck there for the rest of my life, constantly under someone else’s authority and never my own. I hated being on my knees for other men, feeling less powerful and in control, feeling used for their pleasure and no regard for my own.

But as I kneel in front of Walker and reach forward, slowly unbuttoning his jeans and slipping down his zipper, I see him writhe with desire for me, for what I’m about to do to him, for the heights I’m going to bring him. I see the attraction he has toward me written all over his face, but behind it, I see the care and devotion he has for me.

He watches me with hunger, but also with tenderness. Walker doesn’t just expect me to get on my knees before him because I’m a woman and someone he’s dating. He doesn’t view me to be in an inferior position at the moment, unlike the way it felt in front of the altar.

I hold all the power in this moment, over myself, over him, over the way this interaction is going to go, and I relish in it. I let it empower me, invigorate me. I let it shine through my eyes as I look up at him through my lashes, let him see how sexy being in this position makes me feel.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Walker praises, smoothing a hand over my hair and wrapping it around his fingers.

I grin, running my palms around his toned thighs, getting close but not close enough to where he wants my hands, enjoying the tease and the way his fingers tighten in my hair the longer I hold out on him.

My mouth is watering and I’ve teased even myself long enough. I grip the waistband of his briefs, about to pull down the final barrier separating my mouth from his cock, when a blaring ring sounds off from the bedroom.

I jump back, startled by the interruption. “What the hell?”

“Ignore it,” Walker just about begs, frustration clouding over his face at the intrusion.

“It’s the hotel phone,” I say, not sure why anyone would have reason to call on it. “I don’t want to ignore it if it’s something important.”

“This is important.” Walker gestures between the two of us, pointing downward at his clear erection.

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