Page 61 of Sugar Baby Mine

“Jesus,” I groan and clamp my hands down against the edge of the counter.

Ben presses a kiss to the inside of my knee, and I frown because I can’t feel it through the fabric.

“Maybe you should have chosen the bath,” he says off-handedly, dragging the thick material down my leg so he can pull it the rest of the way off. He does the same with my other leg before tugging on the waist of my skirt. I slide forward off the counter for him to drop it to the floor. “Still sure about the shower?”

His arms loop around my waist, and I spring up onto my tiptoes to wind my arms around his neck again as he lifts me off my feet. He walks us into the shower and the water cascades from overhead. The sudden shock of the heat feels so good, and I tilt my face back to the spray. It’s so satisfying that it’s my favorite temperature. What I wouldn’t give to have this every day.

“Yep, I’m sure. We can stew in our filth another time.”

“All right, next time then.”

I try not to let that affect me, but my stomach flutters and I seriously consider it.

“Why is your shower so fucking sexy?” I ask, pulling away from where my thoughts have drifted.

He laughs as he sits on the bench along the wall while I arrange myself in his lap to perch over his thighs.

“You sound jealous.”

“You would be, too, if you saw what I was working with.”

“You can use my shower any time you want.”

“Even if I’m really dirty?” This bathroom is so white and sterile, but comforting in a way I can’t comprehend. I can’t imagine it any other way.

“What kind of dirty?”

“Mmm. Covered in mud. Like mud and dirt in every crevice.”

“Mud is easy enough to clean.”

“Okay—what about blood? Blood and guts all over.”

He laughs, his hand moving from my hips to grip my chin as he tilts my face down to him until I’m looking him in the eye.

“You planning on committing a murder, little bird?”

With his hair wet from the water, droplets rolling down his cheek from the spray catching us both, he looks so serene. The dark sweep of his eyes roam my face, and I bring a hand up to trace the side of his neck because I can’t stop touching him. I can’t stop wanting him to touch me. I lean into his hand when he scratches up my scalp and starts to pull my ponytail out.

“Maybe. Who knows what the future holds?” I shrug.

“Maybeyou’rethe mafia mob boss.”

I lean back as he draws my ponytail out, my hair falling to my neck, and he slips the hair tie around his wrist. He settles his hands around my hips and grinds me down against his lap, feeling his hardening cock against my ass.

My eyebrows raise as I plant my hands on his shoulders. “That turn you on, Mr. Reed?”

He rests his head back against the wall, hands drifting down to grab my ass and pull me even closer. The spray of the water is barely even hitting us, but the steam in the room is almost billowing now. Our slick skin meets and my nipples drag across his chest with a heavy inhale. His gaze tracks slowly down from my face to my parted thighs and back up to linger on my lips.

“I think you can feel that well enough. I like the thought of you taking whatever it is that you want.”

I slide a hand up the curve of his shoulder to wrap around histhroat. His pupils dilate when I tighten my grip, lips parting on a breath. It cuts through the steam to blow over my chin, and even now, he tastes like cinnamon.

“And if I said I wanted you like this?”

He pulls me down in a roll of my hips, and my clit rubs over his pubic bone. My tongue runs over my lower lip as a wash of desire burns me up.

“I’d say if you wanted it bad enough, you’d know how to make it happen.”

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