Page 12 of Dating the Grump

“I’ll make sure you get there on time,” he promises and slips out of the bed.

Before I can protest, he scoops me up into his arms like I weigh nothing before carrying me toward the bathroom. The feel of his skin against mine, his solid strength hugging my body close, sends a thrill through my already heightened senses.

The bathroom is a mixture of marble and polished chrome. He sets me down gently on the white marble counter before stepping into the large glass enclosure to turn on the shower. He adjusts the temperature and steam begins to fill the entire bathroom.

Hunt steps over to me, his hands warm and firm. “Let’s get you in the shower,” he says softly, lifting me and walking under the stream of warm water with me in his arms. As it cascades over us, the rest of the world falls away.

His touch is tender as he lathers soap over my body, yet it’s charged with that same undeniable electricity that sparked between us last night, quickly evolving into a raging inferno.

As his hands caress my skin, I lean into him, letting the water wash away any remnants of sleepiness. Each movement, each touch, builds a pleasurable tension within me that obliterates any lingering discomfort.

The hot water mixes with the warmth of his caress, building my passion to a fever pitch. As he turns me to face him, the water runs over his strong, chiseled features. “Goddess,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. The look in his eyes is a mix of tenderness and raw desire. “I fucking need you.”

I nod, lips parted but unable to form words. He kisses me then, a deep, lingering kiss that stirs every nerve ending to awaken. He sucks my tongue into his mouth while his hands roam all over my wet body, sending my arousal through the roof. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my over-sensitized skin, and despite the soreness, my body responds eagerly to his touch.

Before I know it, he lifts me, pressing me against the cool tiles of the shower wall. The contrast between the cold surface and the heat of his muscular body causes a full-body shiver to race through me. I wrap my legs around his hips and drag him closer, needing more. He understands my impatience. I cry out my relief when he places his cock at my wet opening and rotates his hips, giving me a taste of the pleasure that’s coming.

I throw my head back, crying out his name when he suddenly thrusts deep, causing fireworks to blast off behind my closed eyelids.

“Look at me,” he growls, and I drag my eyes open to stare into his. “Watch while I breed your gorgeous ass.”

His eyes never leave mine, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and an incredible tenderness that makes my heart swell. Each thrust, each movement is filled with a promise—a promise of more mornings, more moments like this, where we’re lost in each other.

We move together in a rhythm that feels instinctive and natural, like we’ve done this a thousand times before. The soreness fades into the background, replaced by waves of pleasure and the sheer intensity of our connection.

I dig my nails into his shoulder to hold on while he increases his speed, bringing me closer to orgasm.

The sound of our bodies pounding together under the water, the steam rising around us, and the feel of his warm breath brushing against the side of my neck all combine to create an incredibly intimate and powerful experience.

As the pleasure builds, cresting like a wave, I bury my face in his neck, our bodies moving faster, more desperate in their need. When a climax washes over me, I tighten my inner muscles, making sure to drag him along with me. His hard cock jerks deep inside me, reminding me of his desire to breed me.

He drops his forehead against mine and stares into my eyes. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, concern flickering in his eyes.

I nod as a blissful smile spreads across my face. “More than okay. That was… incredible. When can we do it again?”

He throws back his head and laughs. “I’ve created a monster.”

“That’s right.” I lay my head against his shoulder and tease, “Your very own cock-loving monster.”

“I’ll make sure you get a good dose of cock every day to keep your inner monster satisfied.” He nips at my collarbone and my body instantly awakens, but I know I will never make it to work on time if we start all over again.

“That’s an offer I can’t refuse.” The water continues to run over us as we stand there, wrapped in each other, reluctant to move. Eventually, we rinse the last of the soap away and step out, wrapping ourselves in large, fluffy towels.

The warm water from our long shower is still echoing in my senses as I scramble to get dressed. The clock seems to be moving at triple speed, and my typical busy morning looms menacingly in my mind.

Hunt throws on a pair of jogging pants and a tight T-shirt. “I’ll make you some breakfast.”

“I don’t have time,” I grumble, glancing around, hoping my shoes appear out of midair.

Beside me, Hunt watches with a furrowed brow, clearly not pleased with the rush.

“You need to eat something,” he insists, concern evident in his voice.

I pull on my blouse, trying to keep my movements quick but efficient. “I know, but there’s just no time. I’ll have to grab something later.” Like normal. I honestly can’t remember the last time I was able to eat breakfast before work. I blame my tendency to hit the snooze button way too many times.

Hunt’s frown deepens as he runs a hand through his damp hair. “Our baby needs nutrition.”

I can see the worry in his eyes, but there’s no escaping the ticking clock. My bag is slung over my shoulder, and I’m already halfway to the door. “We don’t even know there’s a baby.”

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