Page 111 of Winning Bid

“Because when I straighten it, it’s neat and polished looking instead of curly and wild.”

“Ah.”

She nods. “But after a year at my old firm, I got tired of my hair breaking from the blowouts and gave up.”

I kiss her forehead and pull her close. “I know it’s not up to me. I want you to look however you want to look. But if my input counts for anything, in your quest for beauty, please don’t do things that damage you.”

She snickers. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

I wash her hair, taking my time with it. June is half asleep by the time I finish, and afterward, I dry her off before myself. When I am almost done, she yawns and asks, “What are you doing?”

“Taking care of my wife.”

“Why does hearing my wife turn me on?”

“Probably because it turns me on to say it.” I finish drying myself off and take her hand to lead her back to the bed. Once there, I wrap my arm over my little spoon and bury my face in her damp hair.

“I should dry my hair or?—"

“No. I want you just like this.”

Her sleepy voice makes me swoon. “But the pillows?—"

“They’ll be fine, baby. It’s time to sleep.”

She smacks her lips after another yawn. “Okay.” When her breathing evens out, and her body goes limp, I can finally relax. Just as I doze off, she whispers, “I love you more than anything, Anderson West.”

“I love you, too, June Devlin-West.”

She quietly giggles. “I’m not changing my name.”

“We’ll see.”

“So bossy.”

I chuckle. “You like me bossy.”

“We’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“You started it.”

June laughs and rolls onto her back. “Well, it seems as though my husband’s body isn’t ready for sleeping.”

“Hmm?”

She grabs my half-hard cock in the dark. I hadn’t even realized it, but being sandwiched against her ass is enough to wake the dead. She sweetly says, “Guess I’ll have to do something about that.”

“If you must.”

She giggles as she slides underneath the blankets.

54

JUNE

“Ican’t believe I’ve never taken you here before,” Anderson says as he pulls onto a private road. It’s treelined and gorgeous. He drives down the road like he’s done it a thousand times before, but I can’t stop thinking we’re trespassing.

“This is the right road?”

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