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"Nope. My dad was everything to me. Just him and me, ever since I could remember.”
We fall silent. Then he takes a knife and moves to cut the vegetables.
“So, what happens for you now?” he asks. “You don’t have anything tied to Whitefish.”
“No,” I say. “But my house is mortgage-free. I’ve got a job for life here. And Charlie Boy fulfills most of my needs.”
Charlie Boy tilts his head—just slightly—as if to say, “Are you two talking about me?”
“Okay, Charlie Boy, I’m going to have to ask you to leave the room.”
He barks violently.
“Just kidding,” I say quickly, ruffling his ears and giving him a hug. “You know you’re my man.”
Dylan’s eyes rest on me as I embrace my dog.Is the wounded man jealous?
I sense that he is. And strangely I get the sense that Charlie Boy is jealous of Dylan.
“Ginny, it’s time for you to take a bath. These vegetables need to simmer in private.”
At the sound of the word ‘dinner’, Charlie Boy lets forth a yip. He must be hungry.
When I remain standing, Dylan moves behind me to remove my parka, his warmth radiating against my back. The way his fingers brush at the nape of my neck sends pleasant shivers through my body.
"Shall I bathe you the same way you did me?"
“I’m not the patient,” I say, my voice is breathy.
"All right, then. Enjoy.”
CHAPTER 9
GINNY
Iwalk to the bedroom and pull off my sweater. Then I slip off my jeans and undies.
It feels good to be in the water, even though it’s just barely lukewarm. I let all the anxiety of the day dissolve, washing over me.
Back in Whitefish, I was never much of a bath girl. A hard-hitting shower always seemed more effective.
But this bath feels good tonight. It makes me feel feminine for the first time in ages.
Even though I don’t have any fancy bath gels or salts to make me feel sensual, the memory of bathing Dylan, of feeling his cock, makes me hot.
I feel feel a deep, throbbing sensation between my legs that grows stronger and stronger.
My fingers slide down my wet skin, finding that sensitive spot I've touched countless times before.
I know exactly how to make myself come—I've had plenty of practice over the years, finding just the right rhythm, the perfect pressure.
But tonight, my own touch isn't enough.
My body craves something else.Someone else.I want Dylan's hands on me, his weight pressing me down.
I want him inside me.
The thought makes me shiver despite the warm water.
