Page 101 of Playful Kris

I pull the plug before standing, letting him help me out and wrap the towel around my shivering body. I’m expecting him to go back to whatever it was he was doing, but instead he pulls me into his arms and begins running his hands over my back, warming me up.

The gesture is simple, but it’s one of those that really makes me lose any fear I’m holding of him changing his mind again.

“C’mon.” He presses his lips to the top of my head. “I put your bag on the bed. I’m going to pull the steaks off and fix the salad.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

Having him take care of me like this is nice. I know we spent a weekend together in that cabin, but this is different… more intimate.

I get dressed quickly, nixing the clothes I brought with me, I throw on a new pair of panties and grab one of Kris’ shirts from his closet and look over myself in the mirror. Grabbing his dirty clothes, I throw them in the hamper and toss mine onto my bag and place it next to the bed.

When I step out of his room, I walk down the long hallway following the scent of the food. My stomach growls, man, does he know how to cook.

Stepping into the kitchen, I find him shirtless with a pair of sweats on that I didn’t notice earlier. His back is to me, but I love the sight of him as he plates our food.

I moan, then my fingers fly to my lips. He spins around at the sound, and I feel the heat rush through me. I didn’t mean to make a sound, but the look he’s giving me. The heat in his eyes as they roam over my body, wearing his shirt.

“Fucking perfection.” He shakes his head slowly. “God damn, baby.”

“I hope it’s okay that I borrowed your shirt.” I look down at myself then back up to him.

He hisses, moving closer to me until his hands are on my hips. “I prefer you in my shirt.”

I smile up at him, rising on my toes to press my lips to his.

“Let’s eat, talk about everything we need to talk about, and then I’ll eat you.” He smirks, and I flush with embarrassment again. “Again,” he teases.

“Deal,” I say, pushing him toward the food. “Now feed me.”

“Your wish is my command.” He chuckles, heading to grab our food.

He walks us to the table, depositing both plates before heading to the fridge and getting us another set of beers.

And I find myself wishing that this was an everyday thing.

Me. Him. Together.

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KRIS

Damn. What a night.

After we ate, we talked about everything. What are plans are, how we’re going to make this work with the distance between us, although it’s not undoable, it’ll be a little difficult when all I want to do is be with her every free second of every day.

Once we had everything out in the open, we cleaned up supper and I carried her back to the bedroom. After four orgasms, she was finally wore out enough and crashed in my arms.

I don’t think I’ve slept that well in years. Not even when we were in the cabin, and that was some good sleep.

Now we’re at the Bazaar. We’ve been here all morning, and Kameron has consumed enough coffee to kill a horse at this point and I almost feel bad for keeping her up so late, but then I remember how satisfied she was when she fell asleep.

I’ve been helping all morning where I can, I even got to observe her break the news to that dick Damon that she’s off the market now.

The show will be starting shortly, and I can’t wait to watch her watch me on stage.

She used to come to my shows in college, it was the easiest way to make money back then. It covered all of my expenses that my baseball scholarship didn’t.

The lights turn low, with flashing strobes lighting up the stage and bouncing off of the ticket holders. I release the curtain I’ve been holding back to look out at the audience and turn to Jerome.

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