Page 36 of Snow Bound

She went limp, ears ringing, body throbbing. She was pretty sure this time she had died, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. And if she had, well, there were worse ways to go. Here lies Anna. She got fucked to death. No regrets.

The epitaph struck her as funny, and she let out a wheezing chuckle.

“Something amusing?” Grant rumbled against her breast, and she pried open her eyes to look at him.

He looked smug, satisfied, and way too sexy for her peace of mind.

“You made me beg,” she accused, but she was too sated for there to be any heat behind it.

“I did,” he said cheerfully, thoroughly unrepentant.

She stirred herself to work up a scowl. “That was mean.”

“It was,” he agreed, chuckling.

“Well, as long as we’re on the same page,” she said with a sigh and closed her eyes.

CHAPTER SIX

She barely stirred when he slipped out of her, so Grant left her sprawled on the mattress while he ducked into the bathroom to deal with the condom. He ran warm water in the sink, dampened a cloth, then went back to the bedroom. She didn’t move while he swiped it gently over her neck, her torso. When he reached her belly, she let out a contented little sigh, but when he slipped his hand between her still open thighs she opened one eye to frown at him. “Ow.”

“Flirt,” he accused mildly and continued cleaning her up. Finished, he strode back into the bathroom and exchanged the wash cloth for a glass of water. When she struggled to sit, he slid an arm behind her back and lifted her up.

She drank like a camel, then leaned back with a sigh. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” he murmured, stroking a hand down her tousled, sweaty hair. His thumb caught in a snarl and she winced. “Sorry.”

“That, you’re sorry for?” she asked, her tone faintly accusatory, and he looked down into her eyes.

“We didn’t negotiate hair pulling,” he reminded her.

She gave a sleepy sigh and closed her eyes. “I guess that’s true.”

“You going to sleep?” he asked, amused.

“I came three times,” she pointed out, eyes still closed. “I’m tired.”

“Four,” he corrected. “It was four times.”

Her lips curled in what he could only describe as a smugly satisfied smile. “Oh, yeah.” She shifted onto her side with a wince, resting her head on his thigh. “My butt hurts.”

He tucked his tongue into his cheek. “Imagine that.”

“Is it bad?”

He eyed it critically. Red, with some faint bruising starting to come up under her pale skin. “Define bad.”

She seemed to think that over. “Blood?”

“None of that.” Sliding his hand over her hip, he gave one red cheek a firm pat. Her hiss made him grin. “You’ll be feeling it for a while, though.”

“Sadist,” she muttered.

He just chuckled. “How does everything else feel?”

“Sore.” She yawned again. “Okay, though.”

“Any bad moments?” he prompted.

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