Page 83 of Sweet Thing

I smirked. “Of course, but I get the impression you don’t want me to. That you’d like … more.” I flipped her so her back met the shower tile and gave her as good as she was giving me. My fingers between her thighs, rubbing and stroking through all that sensitive, supple flesh. I touched her clit, relishing how she arched her body, her breasts wet and slippery against my chest.

“This was my fantasy,” I said. “The shower one.”

Her eyes went wide. “That day I overheard you?”

“The day you eavesdropped.”

“You were loud!” She squeezed harder, rubbed her thumb along the head of my rampant cock. “What was I doing? Something like this.”

“That. And then you were on your knees, sucking me off.”

She jackknifed to the tile and resumed jerking me, long, sinuous slides of her hand from balls to tip. I stepped back against the tiled wall, bringing her out of the shower spray.

“You don’t have to, enkelini.”My angel.

“But I want to.” She licked the head, then applied the most delicious suction. I curled a hand around the back of her head and gently started fucking her mouth. Those ruby red lips, the sweet, velvet suction, had me in the hottest grip.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. So good. So fucking good.”

My balls felt so damn heavy and the sizzle in my spine sparked hard. I pulled back an inch.

“Gonna come, sweet thing.”

She sucked harder, and Jesus, that did it for me.

After, I tried to catch my breath. “You okay?”

With watery eyes, she looked up at me. “That was … so hot.”

“That’s what you do to me.”

I helped her to her feet and kissed her deeply.

She smiled. “Close to your fantasy?”

“A million times better. Now, let’s take care of you.” My fingers sought that sensitive flesh between her legs, stroking, owning, until finally, I made her come with the heel of my hand. For a few moments, we clung to each other, neither willing to end it. The world outside this steamy space was too cold and unforgiving for what we’d created.

Eventually, pruned skin and lukewarm water forced our hand. We stepped out of the shower, and I patted her dry. More kisses, more touches. I couldn’t get enough of her.

The door to the ensuite was open, and the buzz of my phone carried through. Quickly I went into the bedroom and found three new messages blazing on the screen.

Theo

You up? Not a booty call, I promise!

I’m outside with the Halloween stuff for Mabel.

Okay, I’m getting worried now. Coming in!

That last message came through a minute ago. Cocking my ear, I listened for signs of life, a prelude to signs of death. My own.

I put my head around the door to the bathroom. “Your dad’s downstairs.”

God help me,I used Mabel as cover.

Walking into the kitchen with my daughter in my arms, I found Theo helping himself to a coffee from the Keurig. A Safeway shopping bag sat on the kitchen table.

He turned on my entrance and raised a grave eyebrow. “You’re in so much fucking trouble, NyQuil.”

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