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My stomach dips, loving the idea.
“That sounds like a plan. So…” I step back and clasp my hands together, not the least self-conscious that I’m standing naked in the middle of Rot’s bedroom when he’s clothed. Well, as much as these men ever are.
“We get you dolled up and…” He checks his phone. “We’ve got an hour to do that.”
Leading me into his attached bathroom, Rot dumps bags of womanly stuff on the floor—makeup, hair products, perfume, you name it, it’s here—even things like setting powder. I have no clue what that is, and I don’t care to ask.
We shower together, which is a tight fit, but he scrubs me, and I scrub him. We take turns washing each other’s hair. He squats down so I can scrub his scalp and help rinse the suds. Once we’re done, Rot hops out first and wraps a fresh towel around his waist before returning to dry me.
When I attempt to snatch the towel from him, he growls.
“Rot, I can dry myself.”
He grunts and forces me to turn around so he can get my backside, where he pays extra special attention to my butt and between my thighs. The man kneels on the tile floor and spreads my cheeks.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Mind your business.”
“Pretty sure, this is my business. It’s my body.”
“Not anymore, it’s not. It’s mine. We’re getting married, remember?”
Ugh! This man.
“My body is still mine, even when we’re married, Rot.”
Another grunt fills the air as his breath brushes over my asshole before he leans in and licks the rim.
“Rot!” I gasp, and he kisses me there, soft and sensual.
“Mmmm?”
“We don’t have time.” I swat his hand on my butt.
“There’s always time for sex,” the damn sex fiend states.
“Rot.” I laugh and swat him again.
“Shhhh. I’m busy.”
“Rot! We don’t have time.” Trying to step away proves to be impossible when he grips my hips and forces me in place as he continues to kiss and love on my ass. I grow wet. Of course, I do. It’s impossible not to. But we genuinely don’t have the time. I need to get ready.
“Five minutes,” he grunts.
Wrenching around, I grab a fistful of Rot’s damp hair and attempt to yank him from my bottom. “No, you insane horn dog.”
Grunting, he doubles down, and no matter how hard I pull, he doesn’t stop nuzzling my back door, kissing it, licking it, getting it nice and wet. “I just wanna make you come. Just once.”
“Later.”
“No. Red. Now. Please.” He whines like a little boy who’s had his favorite toy taken away. Knowing if we start, we won’t stop, I pry his strong fingers from my hips, and finally,Rot lets go. Slipping around him, I pick up the towel he tossed on the floor and tuck it around my chest as I collect a foundation from the mess of products on the ground.
Rot gets up, steals the product from my hand, and tosses it in the trash.
I gasp. “What are you doing?”
“No foundation.”
