Page 104 of Never Let You Go

“Tired?” he asks.

“No. Just… a little nervous.”

He stops his skull massage and turns me gently in his arms so I’m facing him. “About what?” His eyes are searching me.

“Meeting all these new people,” I admit with a shrug. I know they’ll be lovely.

“They’re like family, Alexandra,” he says, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“I know,” I whisper. That’s probably why I’m nervous. “That’s… intense.”

“They’ll love you.” He runs a hand inside the opening of my robe, quickly finding my breast and stroking it, making me moan.

I bite my lip and boop his nose. “Then let’s not make them wait,” I say reluctantly, then turn around and grab the blow dryer.

“Let me,” Christopher says, and takes the dryer from my hand. He slowly runs my brush through my hair, first to untangle it, a delicious feeling, the tingle zinging from my scalp to my center and back up to my nipples.

“Shouldn’t you check on Skye?”

“She’s ready and watching Princess Dragon.” He turns the blower on, and I lean into the sensation of his hands on me, his attention on me, his eyes on me. A slow grin spreads across my face as simple happiness takes hold of me. He’s gentle in his gestures and slightly awkward in the most adorable way. I close my eyes, letting him take over, swaying under his touch.

When he’s done, he turns the blow dryer off and pulls me in his arms. “Beautiful.” His arms wrap around me, and he hoists me easily onto his hips. “Man, this bathroom brings back memories. Not gonna lie, been wanting to make you mine the minute I saw you in my bakery.”

My middle clenches at his words.

“But the first time I almost did was right here, you dripping in that T-shirt, eye-fucking me.”

I pretend to look offended. “I was not eye-fucking you!” I totally was.

He chuckles. “Yeah, you tell yourself that.” He dips his head to my neck, licking and nibbling.

“And you made fun of me!”

He pulls his head back to look me in the eye. “Made fun of you? I was so hard for you. You kept looking at my dick. Didn’t help.”

I giggle. He’s right. “The dildo,” I say, getting us back on the track of him making fun of me.

He trails his face down my throat. “Oh yeah. What happened to that little guy?” he asks.

I rock against his hard muscles, my middle connecting with his belt buckle. “I haven’t had much use for it.”

“Not much, huh?”

“None at all.”

His hand trails under my robe and kneads my bare ass. “I wonder why?”

“Been busy.”

“Who’s keeping you busy?” He slides two fingers inside me.

“God, Christopher.”

“Second time I almost fucked you, was at karaoke,” he says, moving his thumb over my clit. “Couldn’t stand seeing all those guys looking at you in that sorry excuse of a dress, shaking your sweet ass in front of everyone.”

I’m about to come. “Chriiiis. Please.”

“Come for me, beautiful.”

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