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We were so busy, and people were crabby and demanding. I had a middle-age man scream at me for ten minutes because he didn’t put oil in his car, and when it overheated, he couldn’t understand why it fucked up his engine. Marcus came in and squashed it immediately. At least no one else yelled at me.

I grab my bag and head out to Silas’s Porsche. I’m just climbing in when Marcus runs out and stops me. “Hey, what’s up?”

“I haven’t had a chance to talk to you yet, but I’m proposing to Heather.” He’s smiling widely, and his joy is just flowing off of him.

“But you haven’t been dating that long.”

He shrugs. “I know, but when you know, you know. I talked to her dad, and got his blessing.”

“You’ve talked to her dad? I haven’t even met him yet, but I’m so happy for you. Do Mom and Dad know? Does Silas? You know I can’t not tell him.”

Marcus smiles down at me. “Dad gave me the ring he proposed to Mom with the second time.” It’s a beautifully simple square-cut diamond on a white gold band. “Yeah, Silas was at their dad’s place when I got there. I made him promise not to tell you because I wanted to tell you myself.”

I wrap my arms around his waist. “I’m so happy for you.”

He squeezes me tight. “Thank you. I’m doing it tomorrow night.” Marcus tells me his plan, and I’m freaking giddy about it. Their relationship has been like a fairytale, but I couldn’t be happier for both of them. They deserve it.

After I say bye, I head toward Silas’s place. When I pull into the parking garage and see that he’s not home yet, that actually works well for me because then I can soak in his tub uninterrupted. I step off the elevator and let myself in. Upstairs, I strip out of my clothes and begin filling the tub with water and the bubble bath.

I moan as I slide into the water, and then again when I turn on the jets as they massage my sore muscles. I wet my washcloth and then lay it over my eyes.

I’ve refreshed my water and lain back again when the bathroom door opens. “Hey babe, rough day?” It’s amazing how well he knows me already.

“My body hurts,” I mumble from my spot in the tub. I don’t take the washcloth from my eyes. “Join me?”

I hear rustling around, and then he asks me to sit up. Since we’ve begun having sex, it’s been so much easier for me to be naked around him. I sit up and feel him slide in behind me. He rubs my shoulders, and I moan as he works my sore muscles over. “Did my girl have a rough day?”

“I did, but I heard some good news today.” I take the washcloth off and turn to look at him. “Why didn’t you tell me that you knew Marcus was proposing?”

He hugs me to his chest, and I don’t miss his dick hard against my back. “I wanted to tell you, but Marcus asked that I keep quiet so he could tell you.”

“I’m happy for them, and I couldn’t have picked a more perfect girl for my brother to fall in love with.”

“I don’t mean to change the subject, but I’ve been thinking…what would you say if I told you I want to take you to the club and scene with you there? What do you think?”

We’ve played a lot since I lost my virginity, and if I loved the experience before, then I love it even more now. I do a full-body shiver as I remember the night that he fucked me against the cross with my wrists restrained above my head. He’d used his flogger on me over and over until I was begging for him to touch me.

I’ve learned that my favorite part of our play is the aftercare. Silas would wrap me in a blanket, hold me, and whisper sweet words in my ear.

“I felt you shiver,” he whispers against my ear. “You’re remembering last weekend, aren’t you? God, it felt so good when you came all over my dick. Your cries were music to my ears.”

Silas kisses me right behind my ear, and then nips my earlobe. I moan as he pinches both nipples. I grip his thighs, arching my back. I had no idea my nipples were so sensitive, and he’s the king of dirty talk.

“Do you think I could make you come by just playing with your nipples?” I nod. “I bet if I reached between your legs I’d find you slippery and wet, wouldn’t I?

He spreads my legs with his and moves me further up on his body until he can reach my pussy. Silas begins strumming my clit, making me writhe against his body. He reaches down further and begins fingering me. Underneath me I feel his cock rub against me, and he moans against my neck.

“Fuck, baby. You’re going to come all over my fingers, aren’t you?”

At this point I can’t speak; I can only cry out over and over again as I feel my orgasm come over me furiously. Silas rubs my clit, wringing the last of my orgasm out of me. I’m spent as it ends and collapse in his arms as he thrusts against my lower back, and I feel him come against my back.

Our pants are all that can be heard in the bathroom, until my stomach chooses that moment to rumble loudly. “Is my girl hungry?”

“Very, I didn’t get a lunch break.”

I pull the drain, and then stand up with Silas following behind me. He wraps a towel around his narrow hips, and then very tenderly begins to dry me off. He grabs the shirt he was wearing when he got home and slips it over my head. It hits me right above my knees, and I bring the fabric to my nose and inhale his scent.

Silas throws on a pair of basketball shorts, and we head downstairs to start dinner. He’s been teaching me how to cook, and so far, I’ve made grilled shrimp tacos, steak fajitas, and homemade pizza. They’ve actually turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself.

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