Page 72 of Fall Wherever They May

Her hair is a mess around her, sweat glistens on her brow, and she looks completely wrung out with her eyes half-mast, but she's never looked more perfect. The moon's light shines in from the window and casts a glow on her skin.My Angel.I move up her body, then unbuckle the leather restraints, rubbing and kissing each wrist as they're released. As she lays there, I brush her damp hair back from her face and kiss her lips.

“How you doing there?”

I wrap her in my arms, worried that maybe I went too far, but a smile spreads wide across her lips. “I’m fantastic. Wow, who knew it could be like that?” She muses.

I smile back. “I didn’t take it too far?”

She gives me a pensive look. “God, no! You were perfect.”

Her reassurance relieves my anxiety. She takes my hand and intertwines our fingers and sighs dreamily. “I didn’t know that I would like it so much. I mean, obviously, I’m very well versed when it comes to kink just based on what I read. What we just did . . . was incredible. Experiencing it firsthand is entirely different than reading it. Be careful, Callan Miles; you may be creating a monster.” She giggles.

“Just promise you’ll use your safe word if you need to. Your pleasure means more to me than my own, and I can’t stand the thought of hurting you or working you too hard because you’re trying to please me. Plus, scenes are all about trust. I need to be able to trust you will tell me if it’s too much, just as you need to be able to trust that I know your responses well enough to know when you’ve reached your limit.”

She presses her lips to mine. “Promise.”

I leave Aspen in a mess of blankets on the bed and move to the bathroom, where I run a bath for her. She’s lying on her side, right where I left her, looking like the angel she is, and watching me through the open doorway when I return. Lifting her off of the bed bridal style, I carry her into the bathroom and set her feet to the ground.

She twists her fingers together. “Um . . . I need to use the restroom.”

I chuckle, “So use it.” I hold my hand out to show her where the toilet is as if she can’t see it through the open doorway.

She shakes her head at me. “I’m not peeing while you’re standing right here.”

“There’s a door to conceal yourself.” I turn off the water to the bath and start the jets.

She stands naked in front of me, her arms crossed tight against her chest—pushing up her breast—and stares me down. “But you’ll hear me pee.”

I roll my eyes. “Angel, I just had my tongue buried inches deep inside your pussy licking our cum, and you want to be shy now?”

She continues to stand there unmoving and staring at me with a raised brow.

“Fine. I’ll give this one to you.” I put my hands up in surrender and back out of the bathroom, closing the door on my way out.

I straighten the bed, then run downstairs to grab a glass of water and an Aleve from the cabinet. After giving her time to handle her business, I tap on the door.

Her voice is muffled on the other side of the door. “You can come in now.”

When I step inside the bathroom, I find her already in the tub, the high-powered jets massaging her muscles.

“God, can I just live here? I would spend hours in this tub." Her eyes widen. “I mean . . . I . . .uh . . . of course I was only joking.”

I grab a washcloth out of the cabinet and turn on the faucet to wet the cloth. “Don’t joke about that.”

She scoots forward, and I slip in behind her; the water rises and spills over the side. Taking her chin in my hand, I carefully wipe her face, then pour body wash on the cloth. “For a split second, I was excited.”

Her pink-painted toenails peek out of the water as she moves her heel to the jet. She sighs, “Since we’re on the topic of places to live, I need to visit one of my father’s properties upnorth. Think you could take me tomorrow? I don’t want to go alone.”

“That depends on if my boss can get me out of practice,” I laugh.

“Pfft. Luke would have my head for that.”

I glide the cloth over her breast as I wash her body; the sound of water trickles from the cloth to the bathwater. “If you can wait until one o’clock, I can take you to your dad’s.”

“That should work. I'll call Mom in the morning to see if she can pick Tucker up from school." She leans her back against my chest. Turning her head, she places a kiss on my jaw.

Last time Aspen went to view her dad’s properties, she ended up giving one of them to River, then decided not to view the rest. I’m a bit concerned about how tomorrow will go. I want to take all of her pain away, to do this for her, but I can’t, so I guess the best I can do is be the man she needs. The supportive boyfriend who comforts her when this all becomes too much.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

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