Page 22 of The Revenge Bride

“Exactly. Even though I had a lot of support and love from everyone, no matter how many times I tried to set the record straight, I just got more pity handed back.”

Rhett puts his hand over my balled-up fist. I hadn’t even realized I’d clenched my hand.

“He’s just a bad memory now. He can’t ever hurt your heart again. If he tries, I’ll hold him down and tattoo the words, “man with a small dick” on his arm. In huge letters.”

I laugh, then as I drink in Rhett’s handsome face, my smile fades. “Please don’t let me fall in love with you.”

His throat works as he swallows. “Right back at you.”

“Because I think we’d end up driving each other crazy if we became a real couple.”

“True,” he says but there’s no ring of truth in his answer. He reaches for the nightstand to get his watch. “I should shower and get to the shop.”

“I have to get to work soon, too.” I raise my arms in a stretch. The sheet slides down, leaving my breasts uncovered.

“Or I could give myself the day off,” he says, reaching for one. “I am the boss after all.”

I lightly smack his hand away. “I have things to do.”

“Alright.” Rhett gets up and walks into the bathroom. Naked. Taking that gorgeous penis with him.

When I hear the shower turn on, I wait a few minutes, then walk into the bathroom.

I open the shower door and step in. “One of the things I have to do is you.”

Rhett

“One of the things I have to do is you,” Lucy says as she climbs into the shower with me.

My cock doesn’t need much coaxing to point at her in delight.

She smiles at me, and I feel like I was hit in the center of the chest with a hammer. Emotion washes over me.

I don’t understand the well of tenderness sprouting in me. Or the chest-thumping wave of protection I feel toward her. I can only say her name and it comes out weird. Like a whispered promise of a beautiful life on the horizon leaving me dazed.

Her hand skims down my chest to my stomach.

My muscles clench.

She rakes her nails over the ridges. “I hate that I’ve missed out on this body for years.”

“We’ll make up for that,” I say.

Her fingers close around my cock and my breath escapes on a hiss of need.

She slides them back and forth, pumping me.

When she drops to her knees, mine feel weak.

The thought of her kneeling in front of my cock is one that crossed my mind. Once. Scratch that. Twice. Ah hell. I need to stop lying to myself. Dozens of times. That’s how often I thought of her sucking my dick.

She cups my balls and leans forward to take the head of my cock between her lips.

I put both hands on the wall to stabilize myself against the slippery shower floor and curse the day shower soap was ever invented as I try to hold my footing.

Her lips move down my shaft, closer and closer to the end. Then she draws back. When she hits a rhythm, the sensation blows my fucking mind. I have to concentrate on remembering to breathe.

“That’s right, baby. Like that. I’m going to give it to you.” My thighs tighten and the rush of come pours from me. It feels like I come forever before I’m finally spent.

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