Page 38 of Snow Bound

“How did you sleep?”

“Hard.” Her arms full of food, she nudged the fridge closed with her elbow and carried everything over to the counter. “Four orgasms can really take it out of a girl.”

He chuckled and crossed to the fridge. “Can’t argue with that. Want a water?”

“Please.” She plucked the skillet she’d scrubbed out yesterday from the counter and set it on the stove. “You can set it down. Thanks.”

“Welcome.” He cracked open his own water and perched on a stool. “How are you feeling?”

She guzzled water, then grabbed a paper towel and began cleaning mushrooms. “Sore, but nothing unmanageable.”

“Sore, where?”

“Butt, my shoulders a little, from keeping my arms overhead.” She glanced up at him. “Pussy.”

Satisfaction darkened his eyes, but he only said, “No bad moments?”

“You asked me that last night.”

“I’m asking again this morning.”

Mushrooms brushed clean, she picked up a knife and began to chop. “No bad moments. Well, I did not love the begging,” she corrected, and aimed a narrow look.

“That’s okay. I did.”

She bit back a laugh. “I noticed.”

“You were supposed to. Tell me what you were thinking while we were playing.”

She paused her chopping to blink at him. “I was supposed to think?”

His grin was quick and wicked. “I’ll rephrase. Tell me what you think about the scene.”

Mushrooms diced, she scraped them aside and reached for an onion. “It was fun.”

“Fun is good,” he drawled, watching her peel the onion. “Any specific thoughts you’d like to share?”

She sliced the onion in half and began to dice. “You slapped my pussy. A lot.”

His eyes were laughing. “You liked it. A lot.”

“You ever hear the phrase “too much of a good thing”?”

His grin flashed, quick and bright. “Sore, are we?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Too much?”

She started to say yes, then hesitated. “In the moment, no. But let’s just say I didn’t want to rub one out in the shower this morning.”

His eyes were laughing again. “Any other complaints?”

“Well.” She set her knife aside, added some butter to the skillet and turned on the burner. “I was expecting bondage.”

“Were you?”

She scraped the onions into the sizzling butter and picked up a spatula to stir. “It was one of my five things,” she reminded him.

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