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She was giggling helplessly as I dragged her into the shower.
I washed her, pushing her palms against the wall as I soaped her up and touched her everywhere. The water ran cold before I was done.
I dried her off, picked her up, and put her back in my bed. She was fairly limp at this point, but I wasn’t done.
“This is your fault,” I told her. I was between her legs, sucking on her nipples and fingering her while she writhed helplessly. “I’ve never waited so long for anything in my life as I did to get my hands on you. Now I’m going to wallow.”
It wasn’t fair—fair was never an option—but I teased her sex with my tip, pushing in just the barest amount. “It’ll be good. I’ll make it so good for you.”
I wanted to come inside of her, right this instant, wanted it so bad my teeth ached, but I pulled away and put her hand on my revived dick instead.
“How many times can you… ?” she asked.
“Less than you but more than this. How about we find out? You count, I’ll do the rest.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
THE NEXT MORNING we couldn’t stop smiling at each other. Conspiratorial smiles like only we were in on the joke. Like we were naughty children that had just teamed up to get away with something impressive and disruptive.
Even my father and Ida couldn’t ruin my good mood.
In fact I saw them off cheerfully, so much so they were shooting me suspicious looks as they drove away.
“Fucking finally,” I said as the car left my drive.
“If I reach my word count early can we spend the rest of the day in bed?” I asked sometime later. I was working at my desk and Ro had come in to hand me an espresso.
“If you add an extra 1k to it we have a deal.”
“Power mad authoritarian!” I called to her back as she left my office.
“Lackadaisical hedonist,” she called back.
But sure enough I met the word count by four p.m. It was a little scary how well she knew how to both work me and make me work.
I used her next Sunday absence to move a bunch of her stuff into my room. I didn’t let myself think too much about it, didn’t let myself see it as a big step, let alone a necessary one. I just focused on the convenience of it and the way it would rile her and how that would amuse me.
Her reaction wasn’t what I was expecting, but as usual with Ro, it was better.
First of all, she didn’t notice right away. When she did, it was late at night and she couldn’t find her toothbrush.
It took a few trips through the house for her to figure it out and then she confronted me with a simple, “Why are you so obsessed with me?”
“Because you’re perfect,” I told her solemnly.
She wasn’t buying it. “Shut up. Whatever. I was already sleeping in here so I guess it doesn’t matter. Just don’t get used it. When I’m done with your body, I’ll go back to my own room and you won’t complain about it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I saluted her.
“Smartass.”
“Cute ass.”
“That’s not even an insult. It’s actually a compliment.”
“Cute pain in my ass.”
“That’s better.”
