Page 12 of A Constant Reminder

I helped her lean her head back to get her hair wet before massaging her shampoo into her scalp. She loved getting her hair washed, and the moans she was letting out usually would have had me hard as a rock, but me humping her like a horny kid wasn’t what she needed.

No. She needed love and affection. She needed someone to show her that everything would be okay.

After I’d given ample attention to her hair, I moved on to lightly washing every inch of her body, careful to take extra care on the places stained black and blue.

Even with the bruises, she was still beautiful.

She looked up at me and smiled warmly. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

Leaning down, I wrapped her in a big hug. “You’re welcome. But you don’t have to thank me. You’re worth it.”

“Well, maybe I can do something to repay the favor.” Her hand slipped down and her fingers wrapped around my cock, which instantly began to come to life.

“Hey,” I pulled her hand away. “Not tonight. Let’s get you to bed.”

Her disappointment was evident, but she didn’t protest, her exhaustion winning over.

After I got her dried off, wearing one of my t-shirts, and nicely tucked into bed, I went and checked every door and window in the house before crawling in bed next to her.

Tomorrow, I was installing new locks on the doors as well as hiring a private security guard for Sam to escort her places when I couldn’t.

She wouldn’t like it. In fact, she would hate it and curse me seven ways to Sunday. But knowing she was safe was worth it. It was the only way I could lay my head down at night and be able to sleep.

And that night, after 48 hours with no sleep at all, I pulled the woman I loved against my body. As her form fit perfectly into mine, I was out like a light.

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