Page 101 of Score on You

“We’ll see,” he teases.

“But I love you already.” The complaint is weaker than tissue paper.

“How much?”

“To infinity,” I announce.

“And beyond?” Amusement sparkles in his eyes.

I shrug. “One of the only movies I was allowed to watch as a kid.”

He nuzzles into me. “My deprived sweetness.”

“Not anymore, thanks to you.”

“Are you sore?” He works his hips along mine.

An unmistakable stab slices through my core. “Maybe a little.”

“How does a bath sound?” Ridge slowly removes himself from me.

I flinch at the loss, but my vagina is grateful. “Will you join me?”

He rises onto a crooked elbow. “Whatever you want.”

“You’re in the mood to spoil me?”

“Always. I’ll wash your hair and pamper your properly.” He dips down for a kiss.

“In that case, a soak would be lovely.”

“Consider it done, love.”

I find myself contemplating a frequent curiosity. “How did I manage to capture your devotion?”

“Took control of your destiny.” He makes it sound so simple.

“That hardly answers my question. You could have anyone.”

“Only want you, love.” Ridge’s nose drifts along the slope of my jaw. “Have I thanked you lately?”

My brain sputters. “For what?”

“Everything.”

“That’s not very specific,” I quip.

“No? It encompasses my debt to you.”

Laughter bursts from me in a hysterical stream. “Don’t be ridiculous. You definitely don’t owe me. Not a single thing.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I was hollow without you, existing without purpose. That day I first saw you changed my entire outlook. I suddenly had a vision for a future worth living. You’ve taught me how to dream bigger. Strive for better. Trust openly. Honor always. Love unconditionally. Put someone’s needs above my own. I’m this man you believe can have anyone, but I’d be nothing without you. Isn’t that the value of everything?”

“Oh,” I breathe.

Ridge chuckles. “There we go, sweetness. Bathe in my gratitude while I prepare your bubbles. That’ll get me one step closer to evening the score.”

The warmth tucked tight against my front shifts in a suggestive manner to rouse me from a peaceful slumber. My morning wood twitches on impact. Callie moans, pressing her ass into me even harder. Our cuddles are the best part of waking up.

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