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“We don’t have to linger for a bath, mon amour. I know you want to get to the office as soon as possible.” I kissed his chest again. “Thank you for this time together.”
“Fuck, firecracker, don’t thank me. You deserve more. Tech has shit sorted for now, so we’re taking a bath after we eat. Let me take care of you.”
I sighed happily, brushing my cheek against his big, wide chest. “You know I won’t say no, but as long as you’re sure.”
He grunted and released my ass. I dropped my feet to the floor, my legs wobbling a little. They always did after a good, hard fucking.
Blaze stroked his hand up and down my back, waiting until I was steady. He went to my jeans and pulled out my boxers. When he handed them to me, he told me to wait before I put them on. He disappeared for a moment only to reappear with a warm cloth.
“Turn,” he ordered.
When I did, placing my hands on the chair at the counter, he swiped the cloth over my sensitive hole, making me hum. I would still leak, but it would do for now. Besides, sometimes I liked feeling his cum slicken me up.
He threw the material to the floor toward the laundry room and kissed my shoulder before wrapping me up in his arms. I liked basking in the aftercare my beautiful beast gave me. He made me all warm and fuzzy on the inside, and he’d admitted he got that same feeling too when he took care of me.
See, we really were made for each other.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
HENRI
A couple of days later, Blaze and I walked into the compound hand in hand. We went straight into the common room where I was meeting some friends to go over the outfits for the Playhouse.
As soon as I saw Raya with her sister Wrenley, and Courtney, I turned into Blaze and lifted to my toes kissing his jaw.
“You have fun, mon amour.”
He snorted, kissed me quickly on the lips, and made his way over to the other table that was occupied by Torch, Death, and Quake.
The only reason Blaze was with me and not glued to a screen at Polished was because Tech had warned him off or he was going to blow up all their babies. He was totally full of shit, but he could see Blaze needed some extra time away before they were glued to their computers as the boats drew close.
“Bonjour, ladies, I appreciate you joining me.” I opened the folder and handed out the papers I’d printed. “What are your thoughts on these?”
“I’m not sure about the doctor and nurse outfits. They’re not very sexy,” Wrenley said with a wince, like I wouldn’t want to hear that suggestion.
“Thank you, chéri. That is the advice I am after.”
“You can’t go wrong with a cowboy and cowgirl.” Courtney passed that sheet over to Raya, who rubbed her bulging belly while she looked at it.
“What are the waitstaff going to be dressed in?” Wrenley asked.
“For both men and women, I would like cropped, white, short-sleeve shirts. On the bottom, black shorts that stop just below the bottom, and combat boots since they’ll be on their feet day and night.”
“I love that,” Raya said.
Courtney nodded. “Yeah, running shoes wouldn’t match the outfit, but you can get away with boots. So much better than heels.”
“Oui, we need them to be as comfortable as we can.” I glanced up at Torch as he stopped behind Wrenley. He tipped his chin up but didn’t say anything, just wound Wrenley’s hair around his hand. She smiled softly, leaning back.
“School wear would also be a good one,” Raya suggested.
I spread the papers out. “I thought I had some printed, but I must have forgotten them. What about this one?” I pushed the paper into the middle of the table.
Torch snorted but stayed quiet. Raya, Wrenley, and Courtney grinned.
“Do it,” Courtney said
“Hey, whores,” Eve called before she made her way over to us. Quake watched her walk before Death asked him something.
