Page 97 of To Have and To Hold

I added more soap. “Turn around.”

“Em.”

My timbre slowed. “Turn around.”

She did.

“Put your hands on the wall.” When she didn’t move, I lowered my face to the crook of her neck and kissed her sensitive skin. “Good girls get to come.”

Her nipples beaded as she obeyed.

I glided the soapy sponge over her shoulders, down her back, and over her sexy round ass. Then I reached around, washing her arms, breasts, and down to her pussy. “Are you sore?”

Isabella nodded.

“Let me know when you’re not. Because right now, my cock wants out of these jeans.”

She craned her neck and flashed me a smile. “Maybe tonight.”

“No rush, my love.” Using my soapy fingers, I gently massaged her clit. Isabella’s lips opened, and her forehead fell against the tile as moans and whimpers filled the stall. Her body quivered as she laid her head back against my chest. With one arm around her waist, I kept her from falling as she bounced with my touch. While I was careful not to penetrate, I didn’t stop until Isabella called my name and shuddered in my grasp. She looked up at me and smiled. “I must be a good girl.”

“You’re very good.”

“I feel like a ragdoll.”

I kissed her hair. “Sorry?”

Isabella shook her head. “I like it.”

I helped her to the corner bench. As she sat, I gently added shampoo to her long hair. Removing the detachable showerhead, I rinsed as the suds flowed down her perfect body and down to the drain.

“Conditioner?”

I shook my head. “Sorry, that’s not something I use. Make a list and we’ll get whatever you want.”

“My things are at Mia’s.”

I turned off the water and unbuttoned my jeans.

Isabella’s eyes opened wide.

“No, Izzy. You’re not ready for more fucking. I don’t want to get the bathroom wet.” She watched as I stripped out of my clothes. Despite my mind knowing she wasn’t ready for more, my dick was ready to go. And the look of desire in her eyes as she fixated on my bobbing cock wasn’t calming the beast.

Once out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and began drying my wife from her beautiful face down to her toes.

“You do know I can wash and dry myself.”

I lowered my lips to hers. “My job to take care of you, remember.” We kissed. Once we separated, I lifted my phone. It was now almost nine, and I had two messages and a missed call from Jano. “Fuck. I do need to go.”

“Don’t tellel Patr?nthat it’s my fault you’re late.”

“It was your fault.” I kissed her again. “But I’ll take the blame.” I remembered why I’d returned to the bedroom. “We will get your things from Jano’s today. In the meantime, Lola found some things Camila left here.” I shrugged. “If you want clean clothes.”

Isabella sighed. “Oh, I do. Lola?”

“Our house manager. My father is probably already where I am supposed to be. It’s just Mom, Lola, and Miguel downstairs. They’ll take good care of you.”

“Miguel?”

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