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“No,” I say to Joe when he’s still twenty feet away from me. “Absolutely not.”

There’s no doubt in my mind what he wants as he stalks toward me.

He reaches for my hand, pulling me to his side before he says anything. “Please, baby. I need you.”

The words and burning gaze that I always wanted from him come close to breaking my resolve. Until the twinge in my lower back strengthens my will.

“I’m a mess,” I reply, narrowing my eyes at him.

“You knew I was watching you and you’re gorgeous,” he whispers, leaning over to kiss me just as I get a hand in between us, intent on stopping him.

“No action when I’m fighting back the red tide, understand?” I think it’s best to set a boundary now, not that I’ll never give him a blowjob during my period, but I don’t want to start out giving him his way all the time.

“Give me a couple of minutes,” he says, standing up and heading back inside.

And I don’t know who he talked to or how he accomplished it, but that man delivered a miracle. It’s not ten minutes later when he comes back out and sweeps me into his arms without a word, then he seamlessly navigates the labyrinth of the building to deposit me next to a large tub filled with steaming hot water.

“You’re right, baby,” he says kissing me on my forehead. “You get settled in and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I don’t have time to form any words as I feel my heart swell at this gesture. I’m still looking at the steam coming off the water when I hear the door close and I eagerly shed my clothes and sink into the tub.

Within a moment I’m saying the Lord’s Prayer. Not just because the tension in my muscles has started to ease, but because—no matter how I came to be here, Joe is everything I every dreamed he’d be with me.

A knock on the door startles me, until his voice calls out in warning and he enters with his hands full.

“We didn’t have lunch, so I raided the kitchen for food and wine. It’s crappy church wine, but we’ll eat, relax, and take a nap. How does that sound?” he asks me as he starts to separate out the items he rummaged.

“My answer depends on how much chocolate you found,” I respond, sighing as I enjoy the Epsom salts and hot water working their way through my muscles.

From the look on his face, I can tell that’s the only thing he doesn’t have. Still, I’m ridiculously happy with what he did provide.

*

The next morning, I feel human for the first time in days and decide that it’s my turn to treat Joe to a surprise.

Easier thought of than executed in the small bed, I finally manage to move halfway down the bed when I peek up to see Joe watching me from sleepy, half-hooded eyes.

“Move to the center,” I whisper, kneeling in between his legs as he shifts his core.

Kissing the light trail of hair on his navel, just above his boxers, I tug the waistband down so I can get to his cock. While it’s only slightly more awake than he is, I take it entirely into my mouth, massaging the silky underside with my tongue until it hardens and I have to slide back to the head before I gag.

With my hand slowly pumping the base of his dick, I lightly suck and lick his shaft as I bob my head up and down. The harsh rasping of his breath tells me how much he’s enjoying my efforts as he tries to keep silent, knowing how early the inhabitants of this place wake up.

“Harder,” he whispers, threading his fingers through my hair to hold my head.

I pause, looking up into his eyes to silently give him permission to take control.

“Oh, fuck, baby.” He lets out on a sigh before gently pushing my mouth down his length.

Joe maintains a steady pace, eventually betraying his urgency when his fingers fist in my hair—knowing he’s trying to staygentle with me, I take over again, pumping my small hand faster up and down his cock as I keep the head in my mouth.

With a gasp from him as my only warning, the first stream of his release hits the roof of my mouth and I quickly try to swallow it all down.

“That was better than coffee,” Joe tells me, pulling me up along his body. “Feel free to wake me up like that anytime.”

“My goal in life is finally satisfied,” I tease him. “I’m better than coffee.”

“Don’t be bitter now,” he puns back to me. “Because, you know I like it with cream.”

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