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Iwas usually more of a night person, but starting my morning by giving Brodie my virginity had given me so much energy that I felt as though I could tackle my entire month’s to-do list all in one day. Toying with the small hoop ring through his right nipple, I tilted my head back to smile at him.

“I had no idea that orgasms are better than coffee.”

He stroked his palm down my spine to cup my butt cheek. “Anytime you want one instead of caffeine to give you a boost, let me know. I’ll provide you with as many orgasms as you need, whenever you want 'em.”

“I will definitely keep that offer in mind.” I squeezed my thighs together, feeling a slight ache where he’d just been with a slight wince.

“After you recover.” He brushed his lips against my temple. “Hurting you when I popped your cherry couldn’t be avoided, but I’m not gonna do that again by taking you too soon.”

I appreciated how in tune he seemed to be with what I thought and felt, putting his observation skills to use for my benefit. “Nothing a nice hot bath won’t cure.”

“I’ll run one for you.” He dropped a quick kiss on my mouth before sliding out of bed. Smiling down at me, he asked, “Do you have any girly shit you want me to put in the water?”

I nodded, laughing softly. “Yeah, I have a bunch of stuff in the cabinet under the sink. Pick whatever you want to dump in there. And I like my baths extra hot.”

“Will do, baby.”

I cuddled against the pillow he used last night, pressing my nose into the cover and dragging his woodsy scent deep into my lungs. It was too bad that all of my toiletries smelled like flowers or fruit because I would’ve happily walked around surrounded by Brodie’s scent all day.

When I heard the shower turn on, I made a mental note to check in there to see if he brought his own body wash. If so, I was going to borrow it at some point. And maybe buy a bottle for myself…or a dozen since I was already addicted to his smell.

I must’ve drifted off again because the next thing I knew, Brodie lifted me off the mattress to carry me into the bathroom. The tub was already full, and he dipped one of my toes into the water before asking, “Temp okay?”

“It’s perfect,” I murmured, rubbing my cheek against his bare chest.

“Careful, baby.” He set me in the tub, and I rested my head against the rolled-up towel he’d put on one end.

The citrus scent of my favorite bath salts hit my nose. “Mmm, exactly what I needed.”

“I’ll check on you in a little bit; make sure you don’t fall asleep.”

“Good idea.” I smiled up at him. “Too bad you’re so big, or else I’d suggest you join me in here.”

“That’d defeat the purpose of the bath, baby.” He crouched down and tugged on a lock of my hair. “You and me, naked in atub together, would end up with lots of orgasms your tight pussy isn’t ready for yet.”

“Stupid virginity,” I muttered with a pout. “If I’d gotten rid of it before?—”

“Don’t,” he growled before capturing my lips in a punishing kiss that left me breathless. “That cherry was mine, just like every other part of you.”

I gently pushed against his shoulders. “You better stop with that caveman talk unless you want me to pull you in here with me.”

“You have no idea how much I want that,” he groaned, standing again. “But unfortunately, I gotta do what’s best for you. Stop tempting me and take your bath.”

“Yes, sir.” I winked at him and giggled, making him shake his head with a sigh.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered as he strode out of the bathroom.

Finally realizing that the only thing he had on was the towel wrapped around his waist, I gasped. “Stupid sleepy brain. I didn’t even really get to enjoy the view.”

I must’ve been louder than I thought—or he just had great hearing—because he called, “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have plenty of other chances to look as much as you want.”

“I better,” I muttered to myself as I slid deeper into the hot water, determined to let the salts work their magic on my muscles so I could do something about how sexy he was when I next had the chance.

Thirty minutes later when I climbed out of the tub—after he had checked on me twice—I had to admit Brodie had been right. I really had needed to give my body the chance to recover from losing my virginity to him. I felt so much better, without any twinges as I got dressed.

Brodie was fiddling with his surveillance equipment when I walked into the living room. “Hungry?”

“Famished.”

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