Page 120 of Foreplay on Words

“Only if you join me.” She smiled as she pushed her hand into my hair, scratching my scalp lightly.

“You naked...wet...covered in bubbles...” I kissed along the side of her neck and nibbled on her ear. “Sounds like a good writing break to me.”

“Mmm,” she moaned quietly as her hand tightened in my hair.

“Finish what you were working on and come to the bedroom.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I laughed and released her. While I knew it riled her up a little for me to tease her by calling her Mistress, ‘Sir’ didn’t have the same effect on me. It was all role-playing, and controlling Chase would never be my goal. I loved how unpredictable she could be.

She opened the laptop and started saving documents. I knew it’d probably take her a few minutes, so I went straight to my linen closet and dug out a housewarming gift from my parents.

My mother had insisted that my house needed battery-operated LED flickering candles. I hadn’t been convinced but took them out when she visited and put them in visible places.

I was a single man living by myself in the woods at that point. What mood did I need to set?

Carrying the box into the bathroom, I turned on the tap of the bathtub before I went in search of something else under my sink.

My sister had given me masculine-smelling bath products for Christmas the previous year, and there was a small bottle of bubble bath in the set. It’d make Chase smell like me, but the caveman part of me was fine with that. I may even have to dig out an old soccer jersey and strategically leave it in one of the drawers I’d cleaned out for her to use.

After I placed the candles around the room, I stripped down and pulled my nicer towels from the bottom shelf of the linen closet.

“Now that’s a view.”

I smiled as I straightened back up. “That was quicker than I expected.”

She smirked and bit her lip.

Something naughty was happening in her brain, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. Who was I kidding? I always wanted to know what dirty thoughts formed in her mind.

“What?”

“I was going to say ‘that’s what she said’, but let’s hope not,” she giggled as her hand slowly traced up my spine. Her body pressed into me from behind, and all I felt was soft, bare skin on mine. “You gave me an incentive to hurry.”

“Then let’s get you relaxed,” I sighed as her hand traced along my side to cover my heart. I placed mine on top of hers and squeezed as it soared. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She punctuated her declaration with a kiss on my shoulder blade, lying her cheek against my back.

Even though she’d been in my house for the last few weeks, I still missed her. Chase was physically here, but besides brief conversations about meals, we sometimes went all day without talking. She seemed to be making solid progress on the manuscript, and I was proud that she buckled down to make it happen. It was sometimes hard to write when you knew there were expectations attached to it.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been distant.”

“Hey, you don’t need to apologize.” I shook my head and pulled her around my side, caging her between my arms against the bathroom counter. “Baby, I am amazed at what you have been able to create in the last few weeks. If Adrian gave me a deadline like that I would have crumbled under the pressure.”

She pushed to her tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on my mouth. “Thank you for being supportive. I do miss working together. That’s been the hardest part. I want to ask you for input, but we’re not writing this one together. And I can’t rely on you to fulfill my selfish need for praise.”

“Baby, I’m in this. I want you to know I will always support you,” I told her seriously. “If you want me to read something, let me know. I would happily lend a second set of eyes to your book.” As her number-one fanboy, I would fawn all over her characters.

She nodded and smiled shyly, but I could tell she still had difficulty believing I was as big a fan of her work as I was. To her, it didn’t make sense for another author from a different genre to truly enjoy her writing. Chase could write an advertisement for hemorrhoid cream, and I’d rush out to buy it.

“You ready?” She tugged at the waistband of my boxer briefs as she gave me a playful smile.

“To get naked with you, absolutely.” I ran my hands over her bare shoulders and down her arms as she slowly lowered my briefs, my cock springing loose. She looked at me under her lashes, and I knew this would not be an innocent bath-time interaction.

“I’m glad you’re happy to see me,” she cooed as she pushed them to the floor. Chase licked her lips and ran one palm over the muscles of my abdomen as she knelt and brought her tongue out to flick the crown of my cock.

As she licked around the head and eased me into her mouth, I tried to think unsexy thoughts to calm myself down. While she’d never been critical of my stamina, I didn’t want to embarrass myself too quickly.

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