Page 64 of Beneficial Misfortune

My brain already isn’t working properly this morning with everything going on. Add that to the feel of his lips on my skin as the water runs over both of us and the hard press of his cock to my lower back, and I might as well be mute for all the words I can make leave my mouth.

“Use your words,” he coaxes, his lips never leaving my skin, and I groan in both pleasure and frustration.

Damn him. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and he’s loving it.

“I…”

I what?

Taking a moment, I gather my thoughts the best I can and try again.

“I—I was just…cleaning up.” I stutter and stumble my way through the sentence, but I get there.

“Oh, good idea.” His arms that had been wrapped around me slowly pull back until his hands rest flat against my stomach, slowly moving up toward my breasts. “Get clean, so I can get you dirty again,” he groans in my ear, and I clench my thighs as the sound goes right to my aching core.

I’m sore from last night, tender after the way he fucked me not once, but twice. I haven’t had sex since I was with him and Desmond all those months ago. Not only had I not had time, I wasn’t really interested, but I can’t say that anymore. Even sore, I’m so interested you’d think I was still in a dry spell.

I’d told myself I wasn’t interested in anyone because they’d burned me, making me the other woman. The only way to avoid that kind of thing was to simply avoid men, and it wasn’t hard to do, considering my track record seemed to be shit between them and Carter.

But maybe, just maybe, now I can admit I was lying to myself.

Not about Carter.

No, he can go straight to hell for all I care. But Desmond and Alex…

They’d left a mark, and it had a lot less to do with the bad than the good. They had been invading my dreams. I’d spent many nights reliving our time together with various toys I’d bought to keep me occupied.

Too bad none of them were anywhere near the real thing.

“You're thinking too hard again,” Alex says with a tsk as his hands cup my breasts and begin kneading them.

He tweaks my nipples, and just like that, I’m not thinking at all as a soft moan leaves my lips.

“That’s better,” he praises, and I swear I could melt into a puddle at his words. “Now tell me what’s going on inside the beautiful head.” I open my mouth to deny his words, but hepinches my nipples harder, and the words die as I let out a hiss. “No lying, Cherry,” he says, tsking me again, and I let out a huff of annoyance.

He doesn’t even know what I was going to say.

Alex’s hands move up my shoulders before trailing them down my arms, and I hum at the feeling of his hands on me even like this. We’re naked and in the shower, but even if we weren’t, something about his hands just feels good, feels right. He links his fingers with mine before moving my hands up to rest on the wall in front of me before he releases me, and somehow, without him even telling me, I know he wants me to stay where he’s placed me.

I could move. The idea of him punishing me for it is almost enough to make me, but I love it when he praises me for how well I listen.

It’s such a strange feeling knowing I crave being yelled at and praised, as if I’m a child craving attention.

Alex grabs my body wash from the built-in shelf and flips it open, taking a deep breath of the cherry scent.

“Can you think of a more perfect scent for you?” Alex asks with a smirk as he pours some of the soap on my loofah and lathers it up until big bubbles form.

I’d not bought any of my soaps or other necessities. The day after I started here, they showed up, and I assumed Nathan had someone handle them. My own had come with the movers, but it was very clear that the quality of the products that were supplied for me were much better. Clearly, it had been Alex who handled supplying them. I should have known, given his nickname for me.

Not that it mattered; I would happily use them. My hair hasn’t ever been this soft.

Alex moves the loofah over my skin, scrubbing me clean, and I can’t help but feel silly.

“I can do that, Alex.” I turn to take the loofah and do just that, but Alex has other plans. His hand comes down on my ass, not super hard, but enough to jolt me, and I yelp in shock.

“Hands on the wall.” I turn back to face the wall and do as he says. The second my hands are back on the wall, he goes back to washing me, and while it makes me minorly uncomfortable to be doted on like this, I’d rather not have him redden my ass, at least for now.

“You need to learn to let us take care of you,” Alex says as he reaches around me, ensuring he’s cleaning everywhere before he lets the loofah fall and reaches for my shampoo. “I know it makes you uncomfortable, but we enjoy it, Cherry. We want to take care of you, remember that. Someday, you’ll get used to it.”

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