Chapter 28: Freaky Girl
"Come on gorgeous. Do not worry about him. He knows you are still recuperating from last night." He lifted me up, walked me to the tub, stepped in and sat me down before settling in right behind me. The water was the perfect temperature and I felt my muscles begin to release the tension they had been holding since approximately midnight. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against his chest.
Between the hot water and the warmth of his body I was already starting to feel things I had absolutely no business feeling given the current condition of my muscles. I want to control my body but my nerves are getting the best of me. I noticed small crystals in a jar on the side of the tub that he must have added to the water.
"Do you know that you snore?" he said. Out of nowhere. Just like that.
"I do not snore." i answered too quickly
"Yes you do. It sounds like you are singing."
I turned around and looked at his face. He was completely serious.
"Are you sure it was me and not you?" I knew it was a weak argument but I was not about to just accept that accusation without at least trying.
"There were only two people in that room. I slept on the plane so I was well rested." He picked up the loofah and started soaping it.
"Fine. I will admit that you wore me out with that insatiable appetite of yours Mr. Captiville. I could not stand a chance" It was the truth and I could not in good conscience argue otherwise.
"Yes I could tell. You looked thoroughly done." We both laughed. He began soaping me with his hands, gliding from one breast to the other. I felt my nipples harden as they passed through the space between his fingers. A small moan got out before I could stop it. His lips found my neck and his breath blew against my skin. My arm curved back and pulled him closer.
"I think you put a spell on me Suga. Do you know how unbelievably sexy you looked in my shirt. I never let a woman get this close to me."
I was not entirely sure what to do with that information so I tried to redirect.
"So all the girlfriends you have had and you never let them borrow your clothes? Is that not exactly what men fantasize about though? A woman in their shirt with nothing underneath?"
"Of course. And that particular shirt is my personal favorite because every word on it is absolutely accurate. I am certified and I believe you would agree."
"The jury is still deliberating on that one," I said, grinning and hoping he would not catch me. Because the truth was he was very good. Two orgasms from his mouth alone. I closed my legs instinctively just thinking about it.
"See," he said, laughing. "I knew you would remember."
"I have no idea what you are referring to."
"Are you serious right now?" A hint of genuine annoyance crossed his face. "I can absolutely show you again if your memory needs refreshing. And for the record it was three. Not two."
"It was two," I said, keeping my voice steady.
"Three," he said, looking right at me.
"Paul. Two."
"I am telling you three." He was almost back to his naturally irritating self and somehow that made me want to smile. I stood up in the tub and turned around. The bubbles slid off my body as I faced him. I sat in his lap and felt his erection stir in the water immediately.
"Now tell me," I said, moving a piece of blond hair from his eyes. "I want to know exactly where this alleged third one came in."
"Since you insist," he said with the satisfaction of a man who had been waiting for permission to tell this story. "I will share."
I knew what had happened. Or at least most of it. But I wanted to hear him say it. And honestly somewhere in the back of my mind I wanted him to always remember our first night together in vivid detail.
"You wanted to celebrate my Dubai deal so I opened a bottle from the chiller. I should have cut you off after the first glass but you are entirely too tempting to refuse anything. You wanted dessert before dinner so I brought in the lemon pie and the whipped cream. You said something with that dirty little mouth of yours and I had to shut it down the only way that made sense. I sprayed you from head to toe and ate every last bit of it off you." He smiled at the memory. "That was the first one."
"Okay," I said. "Confirmed."
"After that I kept going, added my fingers, and you lifted that body up to me like an offering and I took you to heaven again."
"That one I remember."
"Number three," he said, "was this morning. You were spread across the bed completely exhausted from everything you put me through and I was watching you in that shirt with nothing underneath and decided it was open game. I massaged you and heard you moan. There was a little whipped cream left and I took care of it."
"I genuinely thought I was dreaming," I said, sitting with it.
"You were not dreaming. And that was when I heard you singing." He looked deeply satisfied with himself. "I have never made a woman sing before. I have skills."
"Shut up. I was singing something I heard on the radio," I said, completely mortified. "And how do you even know I enjoyed it?"
"Because you moaned my name several times while you were supposedly asleep." He kissed me. "Last night you took me on the ride of my life Cadence. Every single taste of you had me wanting more. That body of yours should be registered somewhere as a dangerous weapon. You seduced me when I was supposed to be the one doing the seducing. You are a natural and I am not going to pretend it was not worth every second."
His lips were close. I could feel the ache draining from my body as he pressed his forehead against mine.
"I cannot tell a lie," he said. "My body hurts too. But not enough to keep me from wanting you again."
I looked at him and felt something settle quietly in my chest. Something I was going to choose not to name right now.
"We only have two hours left before the deal is done," he said.
And something about hearing him say that out loud landed differently than I expected it to.
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