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“Only every day,” I murmured into his hair.
“That’s not enough.”
I giggled. “I don’t think it’s possible to say it more than that.”
He pulled away and stared into my eyes, eyebrows slightly pinched. “Well, I’m going to try.”
I tugged him back against my chest. “I love you, too. Now let’s take a shower.”
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The steamfrom the shower billowed out of the open glass door. Charlie stood under the flow, hot water streaming down her back. If mermaids were real, this was what they looked like. Soaked hair clinging to their shoulders, curves for days on display, naked and wet. Magical sea creatures at their beck and call. Beside the mermaids, on all the rocks, were frogs that could talk and ate fireflies.
When frogs ate fireflies, did they still glow in their stomachs?
Did the frogs glow?
What was I thinking about?
Oh. Charlie and her smoking hot body.
God, she was pretty. The crop kisses and tiger stripes across her thighs only added to her raw appeal. Everything about her was perfect. She was everything I always wanted. How I ended up lucky enough to marry her, I’ll never know. I’m just so fucking glad I took a chance all those months ago and swooped in to help her kick Brad out of her life.
Stepping into the shower, I ran my hands along her shoulders and massaged the supple flesh.
She hummed her enjoyment. “That feels so good.”
“Can I wash your hair?” I asked, already reaching for the bottle of minty AfterGlow shampoo.
“Sure you can,” she said, looking back at me with a smile.
I squirted a large dollop into my palm, lathered it up, then worked it through the ends of her hair to her scalp. She was a sucker for a good head massage, so I lingered there, rubbing my thumbs in slow, firm circles at the base of her skull.
“Okay.Thatfeels so good. You’ve got magic hands.”
Her comment lit me up from the inside out and I beamed. “I just like touching you.”
She sighed. “Okay, let me rinse, and then you can use the conditioner.”
I nodded and grabbed the body soap, dousing myself and doing a quick clean while she washed the shampoo from her hair. The way her head tipped back, exposing her neck to me, was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. Her normally bouncy curls were sleek and straight under the weight of the water and reached almost to her ass. She’d already removed her makeup, and her face and freckles glistened beneath the spray.
She stepped out of the water while I ducked underneath, drenching my body to clean away the soapy suds.
“You want to sleep over?” I asked, running my palms over my body like a squeegee.
Leaning against the glossy black tiles, she crossed her arms—which pressed her tits up and had my eyeballs popping out of my sockets. “I think I’d like to go home. Sleep in our bed.”
God, she had great breasts. Full, round, with the cutest pink stretch marks along thesides. Her own natural tiger stripes. Sometimes, when we got frisky, I licked each and every one. She had some on the sides of her thighs, too. Right below the waistband of her underwear. Those were white, like tiny lightning bolts. Every single one drove me crazy.
She waved her hands in front of my face. “Earth to Rider. Where’d you go?”
“Sorry, babe. Just thinking about your stretch marks.”
“What? What about them?” She uncrossed her arms and looked down at her breasts.
I shrugged. “How pretty they are.”
