Page 77 of The Grumpy Dad

I let out a sigh of contentment, feeling myself relax under his touch. But then his hands moved lower, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples until they peaked to his touch. I moaned softly, tilting my head back to rest against his shoulder.

“Is this what you were thinking of when I walked in?” he whispered in my ear, pressing hot kisses down my neck.

I gasped, feeling his fingers slip between my legs. “Yes,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I really missed you. Two nights is two too many to be away from me.”

He continued to touch me, his fingers working expertly to bring me to the brink of release. I arched my back, my fingers gripping the sides of the tub as pleasure pulsed through me.

“Ramsey,” I moaned, my breath coming quicker as he continued to touch me. “Please…”

“Please what?” he teased, his fingers slowing.

“Please don’t tease me,” I begged him. “I want you.”

Ramsey chuckled, flipping me around so that I was straddling him. He pinned my hands against the edge of the tub, holding them there as he kissed me. His tongue slipped past my lips, exploring the recesses of my mouth.

I moaned, my body responding to his touch. I leaned forward, pressing my chest against his, squeezing my breasts between us. Ramsey’s tongue darted out, flicking my nipples and teasing them to aching points.

I looked down at him, feeling my orgasm building. His eyes were locked on mine, his face hungry and full of desire. He released my hands, greedily cupping my ass with both hands.

With aching slowness, he lowered me down onto him, filling me up, inch by inch. I gasped, throwing my head back at the sensation of finally having him inside me again. A moan escaped my lips, and Ramsey quickly covered my mouth with his, stifling the sound.

He took my hips in both hands, slowly lifting me up and lowering me back down. I groaned, my head reeling as he began to push into me in earnest. He released my mouth, his fingers digging into the skin of my hips. He lifted me up and down, faster and faster, until I was crying out with pleasure. Water sloshed, threatening to spill over the sides of the tub.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take this into the bedroom?” he groaned as I toppled over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me.

“Yes,” I managed to speak despite my body rippling with pleasure.

Ramsey groaned, his fingers tightening on my hips. He thrust up into me one last time, his body tensing. I felt him pulse, wave after wave of pleasure wracking his body. He let out a guttural cry, and then went limp beneath me.

He kept me pinned to him for several minutes, his hands locked on my hips. His breathing slowly returned to normal, and I found myself drifting off. I had never felt so safe before. I let my eyes close, my body sagging against him.

The water was starting to get cold, so I reluctantly lifted myself off of him. I stepped out of the tub, grabbing one of the plush towels from the counter. I handed him another towel as he climbed out of the tub.

I wrapped myself in the towel and padded out into the bedroom. Ramsey walked in behind me, pulling me against him and falling onto the bed.

I laughed. “We’re going to get the blankets wet.”

“I don’t care,” he said. “They’ll dry.”

Our slick, naked bodies slid together. He dropped his mouth to my breast and sucked one nipple, then the other. “Damn, I missed you. You’ve turned me into a nymphomaniac.”

I giggled. “I missed you, too.”

“I dreamed about your body,” he said, kissing a trail of kisses down my belly. “If I closed my eyes and thought hard enough, I could almost taste you on my lips.”

His words sent a shudder of desire down my spine. I didn’t know if I would ever get tired of his body. Sex with him got better and better. It never felt old or boring. I was so grateful he came into my life. Rather, I kind of crashed into his life and he invited me to stay. I was never going to regret my bold move to ask him for a job. It had worked out very well for me.

ChapterThirty-One

Ramsey

“We’re going to be late,” Dee groaned as my mouth slid over her exposed breast.

“It’ll be worth it,” I mumbled around the nipple in my mouth.

She moaned and slid her hands down my back. “That’s what you say now.”

“Let’s take a shower,” I said. “We’ll save time.”

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