Page 29 of Yours Suddenly

“You think dinner is going to fix what you've done? You made me miss the opening day of our favorite movie!” I say.

He steps right under the stream of water, and I suppress a gasp because that suit is worth more than my life. Thank goodness he's not wearing shoes because they’re worth more than both our lives.

“Let me make it up to you,” he says softly. His dark hair is soaked, clinging to his forehead, and water streams down his chiseled face.

“If you think getting your twenty-thousand dollar suit wet is going to fix things, you've got another thing coming,” I say.

“Damn,” he drawls. “Anything else I can get wet instead?” His eyes lazily move downwards to my middle area and thenback to my face. “Not that what I have in mind isn't drenched already.”

Don't jump on him, don't kiss him, he doesn't deserve it.

So I shove him, but I might as well have tried shoving a twenty-ton truck. In my effort, I slip and fall into his arms.

“Careful there,” he says.

We stare into each other's eyes. Husband and wife. Water streaming down our bodies.

He's so beautiful, it hurts. My eyes drop to his lips and… and I miss kissing him so much.

But I shouldn't.

Not unless I want to get hurt over and over again.

Not unless I want to keep crying over someone who changed as soon as he made me his and trapped me in a cage I couldn’t fly away from.

So I step back.

He doesn't try to hold on to me. He nods and then takes off his jacket, his shirt and his pants.

I stand there frozen, transfixed, as my eyes land on his big, large, tatted, lightly tanned body. And his cock, which is so heavy and bends to the side. How he's able to carry that monster around without getting tired is a mystery to me.

I feel my mouth water but before I do something stupid, I tear my gaze away from his middle.

He turns his back to me and grabs his cedarwood-scented body wash from the soap dish. Spreads the foam all over his skin.

He glances at me over his shoulder. “You're staring,” he says.

“You've literally taken over my shower.”

“Ourshower,” he says, facing me, taking a step closer to me so that our skin is nearly touching. “Last time I checked, we were husband and wife, and everything that is mine is yours, and everything that is yours is mine.”

His eyes take in my body. Languidly, pausing at my boobs, and then coming back up to my face.

“Oh yeah?” I grab his cock. His eyes light up with a devilish glint. “Last time I checked, this cock belonged to other people.”

“It doesnot,” he says. “It's yours and yours only.”

“You're lying.”

He looks down at me. The fire in his eyes growing. I know any second now he's going to turn me around and shove himself in me.

“My cock,” he rumbles. “My mouth. My hands.” He brushes a wet lock from my face. “My heart. All of them belong to you alone.”

Warmth spreads across me that has nothing to do with the water streaming down my body.

Then he roughly grabs my ass and pulls me to his body. The warmth inside me turns into heat.

“Your tits.” He brings a large hand to my left breast and cups it, pinching the nipple slightly, making my breath catch. “Your mouth.” He brings his rough-padded thumb to my lips and slips it through them and I find myself sucking as I pant. “Your pussy.” He moves his hand from my ass cheek, his fingers gliding downward until they settle on my other lips. “Belong to me alone.”

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