Page 32 of Meaner Than Evil

My dad says, “We’ll drop you off.”

Eighteen

Hammer

When we arrive back at Logan’s apartment, she hugs her parents goodbye with a promise to have dinner with them in the evening as I retrieve my rucksack from the trunk.

As they pull away from the curb, she turns to me and says, “Let’s go get a nice hot shower.”

I scoop her up in my arms again, and she giggles. “I can walk, you know.”

I laugh, “I remember how tender your feet are. I don’t mind carrying you.”

She grins and settles into my arms. “I don’t mind you carrying me either.”

The doorman to her building has been watching us, and as we approach, he holds the door open. “Ms. Black, I am so pleased you are safe.”

“Thank you, Bosley. Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Black.”

“Oh!” He says with a grin. “That explains a lot.”

She laughs up at me. “Bosley is famous for being a matchmaker.”

He grins, “But Ms. Black wasn’t interested in any of my picks. Now, I know why.”

I give him a wink, then carry her across the empty lobby to the elevator. “What floor, babe?” I ask as I set her down and drop my rucksack.

“Forty.”

I hit the fortieth button and pull her into my arms, backing her up against the wall. She grins that grin that says she’s all into me, and I wonder how I ever let her go. “So I take it from Bosley’s comment you aren’t seeing anyone?”

“Nope.” She bats her eyes at me, and that’s all the invitation I need. I lower my lips to hers and claim her as mine.

By the time we reach the fortieth floor, we are both breathless and ready to consummate our reunion with an excellent hard love-making session.

The doors open, and I squat, put my shoulder against her abs, and lift her over my shoulder, then lean over to get my rucksack. She dies laughing because that’s the way I used to carry her to the bed when she was being a brat and teasing me.

I step into the hall and ask, “Which way?”

She says, “Right. Number twenty-three.”

I make a military right face square turn and march with her down the hall. She spanks my ass as we go. I whip around so she can enter her password in the keypad. When the door unlocks, she pushes it open, and I back us in, dropping my rucksack just inside the door.

Her hands begin massaging my ass as I walk with her through the bedroom into the bathroom. I turn the water on and check the temperature. Then I set her down. She looks up at me with a mixture of humbleness and greediness playing across her beautiful face as I pull my sweatshirt over her head and toss it on the floor. Then my fingers slowly unbutton my shirt as I kiss her softly, tracing my lips down the path my fingers touch. When the shirt hangs open, I squat in front of her and nibble her flesh. She shakes her shoulders, letting the shirt slip off and fall to the floor. Her fingers gently massage my temples and rub my scalp, then she leans forward and pulls my shirt, silently asking me to take it off. I stand and pull it over my head as her fingers work the zipper of my pants. I wait, watching her work, loving being this intimate with her again.

When the zipper is down, she ignores my cock, and instead pushes my pants off my ass, kneeling as she goes. Then she reaches for a boot, lifts my heel, and tugs, pulling it off. She sets it aside and pulls my pants off. Then she repeats removing my boots and pants on the other side.

When we are both naked, she stands, takes my hand, and leads me under the water. She takes the soap, rubs it over my body, massaging as she cleans each muscle, working the stress out until I am relaxed from head to toe. Then she hands me the bar, and I return the favor, working the soap into a lather and stroking her skin. I pull her into my arms, and she rests her forehead on my chest as I shampoo her hair, massaging the tension away.

We hold each other as the water rinses away the pain.

When I turn the water off, I tip her face to mine. “We need to talk.”

She nods, “I know.”

We dry ourselves off, and wrap the towels around our bodies, then she takes my hand and walks us to the kitchen. “Let’s eat while we talk.”

I nod. “Sounds good.”

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