Page 65 of The Retreat

“All the training? I don’t feel that different.” He doesn’t release me like I expected him to.

I lift onto my toes and stare at his mouth, but hesitate at the last second. “How was the trip?”

Uck. Come on! Seriously?

Owen backs up far enough to close the door, and shoves his bag out of the way. After a quick glance around, his eyes lock on me once again. “No one is here, correct?”

“Correct. Why…?”

“Good.” Before I can process what’s happening, Owen grabs me and slams his lips against mine. It’s aggressive and desperate and everything I’m craving. I jump up to wrap my legs around him, and he carries me to the bathroom.

Dropping me on the vanity, I keep him between my thighs, rolling my hips against his, half-crazy with lust.

“Princess,” he groans against my throat when I get his pants open. He’s hot and hard in my hand.

“Welcome home, husband,” I moan in his ear.

“Fuuuuck—” he hesitates, then says, “I missed you,” between kisses.

“I want you in my mouth.” I nip at his neck, suck on his ear lobe.

“I smell like travel,” he tries to argue.

“I don’t care.” I’m not letting him have second thoughts.

He growls, kicking his shoes off before he takes me into the shower. We’re ripping at our clothes as the water turns on, blasting us with cold water for a second before warm kicks in. We’re panting as the sopping clothes hit the floor.

I drop to my knees, craving his taste on my tongue and his groans in my ears. He’s so much more cut than he was when he left. The lines of his muscle sculpted like marble. I want to explore the new ridges of his body with my tongue.

“I haven’t showered.” Owen grips my hair, but I fight the pull and bury my nose in his dark, trimmed pubic hair.

“We’re in the shower.” I look up at him through my lashes.

“No kidding. I need soap.”

“I love the way you smell.” I nuzzle the junction of his thigh and groin. “Right here.” With my eyes on his, I lick up the length of his cock and engulf him the next minute.

His moan is deep and guttural as he throbs on my tongue. It doesn’t take long before he’s using the hand in my hair to fuck my mouth, my throat, taking what he needs from me.

“Open your throat for me.”

I tilt my head up a hair, welcoming him deeper. I moan around him, filled and craving him in every way possible. I need so much, and I’m worried it won’t ever be enough.

“You’re being such a good boy for me, princess.”

My body clenches and pre-cum dribbles down my length. I reach for it, needing the pressure, but Owen pulls me off his cock with tutting noise. “Don’t touch that, it’s mine.” His tone alone could get me off.

My whimper echoes in the stall, and my thighs clamp together. I love this side of him.

“Up.” He drags me to my feet by my hair.

I stand on shaky legs.

Owen pushes me against the tile wall with a hand at the base of my throat, and he catches the bead of pre-cum on his finger, bringing it to his lips. “Straight from the source is just as good.”

My body convulses as the urge to come skyrockets. “If you don’t do something, and fast, I’m going to come before the fun starts.”

“That sounds like a challenge, princess.” He barely skims his tongue over my lips, and I chase it.

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