Page 3 of Piper

I drop my bags on the counter and sigh in relief as all the blood rushes back to my fingers. “Now, Dillon, you know I don’t need anyone to fight my battles for me.”

“I’ll gladly do it.” I guess he’s tired of listening to me complain about the magazine’s new employee. Dillon switches gears quickly, making my head spin. “Are you going to girls’ night?”

“Not tonight. I don’t have it in me to deal with anyone tonight. I want a long hot bath, and maybe some cuddle time with my kitty.” I leave out the part where I hope he’s here with me, waiting to see if he’ll volunteer to come over.

“Do I count as anyone? You could cuddle with me instead of the cat.” Bingo. The restriction around my heart eases at his offer.

“I could deal with you. If you bring wine and tacos with you.” My poor kitty won’t be getting my undivided attention tonight, but he’ll get over it. Over the last two years, Romeo has gotten used to sharing my attention with Dillon.

“That sounds like a plan. I’ll grab your favorite wine and those horrible tacos you love on my way.” He always complains before I make him eat Three Amigos tacos. Then he ends up hoovering a whole bag himself. “I can give you a nice long back rub after your bath. I’ll even pick up the kitty treats Romeo loves, and you can cuddle with me while the cat enjoys his treats.” I forget all about the wine and tacos. The rest of his offer is way too tempting to even consider refusing.

“I definitely can’t refuse that offer.” My heart beats in a funny rhythm every time Dillon acts like a concerned lover. For a few seconds, I’m able to pretend he’s actually my man, not some secret fling. “Make sure to get Romeo the salmon-flavored treats. Those are his favorite.”

“I’ll be there in a few. Go take your bath. I’ll let myself in.” That’s another thing. Do flings usually have keys to each others’ apartments? This whole secret relationship thing is so confusing.

I’m sitting back in my huge garden tub, letting the hot water wash away my frustrations, when I hear the front door open. A few seconds later, I can hear Dillon’s deep voice, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. I’m betting he’s bribing my stubborn kitty with fancy cat treats.

When the bathroom door opens, I crack one eye open and mumble, “You can only come in if you have a treat for me, too.”

“It’s a good thing I thought ahead and brought this for you.” He kneels next to the tub and sets a full glass of wine on the edge. “I have a few other ideas up my sleeve to help relax you.”

“I’m all ears.” I take a healthy sip of my favorite white wine.

“No, spitfire, you’re all curves.” He leans over and runs his nose along my wet collarbone and my mind goes blank. I groan my approval when he slides his hand into the water and wraps it around one of my boobs.

“Oh, I like that.” I compliment his work.

“I’m glad.” He smiles and leans over to kiss me. The word kiss is too tame for what he’s doing to me. His lips move over mine while his tongue explores my mouth, devouring every ounce of frustration from my soul and replacing it with intense desire. I lose track of time while his warm, soft lips and talented tongue drive me wild.

I whimper when he gently bites my bottom lip before sitting back on his knees. “Have room in there for me?”

“I’m sure I can make room for you.” I’m so freaking glad I splurged on the apartment with the oversized tub.

I smile as he grabs the wine glass and holds it up to me. “Want another sip before I move this out of our way?”

I shake my head no. I want a clear mind to enjoy what he has in mind. My mouth goes dry as I watch him slowly strip off his starched, pale blue dress shirt. His wide, muscular chest is a thing of beauty. I barely resist the urge to fan myself when he slowly removes his belt and lets it fall to the floor. “Take it all off, hot stuff.” That half glass of wine has gone straight to my head and loosened my lips.

“Hot stuff?” He laughs and slowly lowers his zipper before shimmying out of his dark dress pants. “I like that you have a nickname for me.” Flames lick through his dark blue eyes, warming me from the inside out. The bulge steadily stretching the front of his tight boxer briefs tells me he really, really likes it.

“Why don’t you show me how much?” Where in the heck is this aggressive side of me coming from? I honestly don’t care since I kinda like her.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Dillon steps out of his underwear and steps toward me. No, step is too tame a word for what he’s doing. Prowl works much better. “Make room for me.”

I watch him prowl across the bathroom and feel my girly bits wake up and sing. I sit up and scoot forward for him to slide into the marble tub behind me. My eyes cross when his huge cock settles right between my butt cheeks. He reaches for the loofah and squirts a large glob of body wash on it.

As he runs the soft sponge over my breasts, I melt against his muscular chest. He drops the sponge in the water and closes his fingers around one of my nipples. I arch my back, which drives my rear end back harder against his rock-hard erection.

I slip my hand behind me, between our wet bodies, and give his cock a little squeeze. He rewards me by groaning loudly against the back of my neck. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come in your hand.”

“Is that a problem?” Bringing him to climax heats my blood.

“I want to come deep in your sweet pussy.” His dirty words almost make me come. I don’t resist when he pushes my hand away and wraps an arm around my center to pull me tight against his hard chest.

He slides his hands under the water and takes his time rolling both of my nipples between his fingers. Dillon slips his hand down the front of my body, and I almost cry out my relief when he presses a finger deep into my core.

He thumbs my clit and rubs along my inner walls with two fingers. I dig my heels into the hard marble and lift my hips, trying to drive his fingers even deeper, but he won’t let me run the show. He bites down on the spot where the back of my neck and shoulder meet. “I’m in charge. Let me work.” The little sting mixed with his hot breath brushing against my sensitive skin sends electric sparks shooting through my blood.

“Work faster,” I grumble because I live to argue with him.

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