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“Absolutely perfect.”
“Sore?”
“A little.”
“The bath should help, but you need more rest. I’m serious, Aurora.”
She emits a noncommittal sound. She may have my heart in her fist, but that doesn’t mean I won’t prioritize her well-being. If I have to force her to rest, I will.
“When do you leave for Montreal?” she asks, changing the subject.
“Tomorrow afternoon.”
She stares up at me, sticking out her bottom lip, and I bite it. There’s no reason for her to pout. She’ll be with me.
She takes the bite as an invitation to climb into my lap. Silky thighs hug my waist, bare pussy sliding over my eager cock.
Her arms encircle my neck, and her fingers glide into my damp hair, tits in front of my face.
I stretch up to kiss her lips. “This bath is for you.”
She glances between us, quirking a brow.
“Don’t pay him any attention. He’d fuck you while you slept if I let him.”
She grips my shaft then, giving it a smooth stroke.
“Aurora, no,” I say with zero conviction. “You’re supposed to be resting.”
“I will rest...” Her fist squeezes me tighter, twisting over the head, “...on your dick.”
Laughter rolls through me. I have a love-hate relationship with her smart mouth. “No, you will not.”
She massages my balls with one hand while stroking me with the other. The dual torture has my restraint crumbling. I palm both her breasts and squeeze them together, sucking and biting one, then the other.
Her hips rock while her hands continue their torment. I’m dying to plunge into her, fuck her hard and fast, but I can’t in this position.
“If you want my cock, we need to get out.” I give her mouthwatering nipples one last bite and pull with my teeth. “As much as I want you to ride me, there’s not enough room in here.”
I lean forward. Her hands release me and hold my shoulders, the steel bar between my legs trapped between us. Using the side of the tub for leverage, I stand, repositioning her so I have an arm underneath her before I step out.
In my haste to bury myself inside her, I forgot all about the water on the floor. I slip and nearly fall on my ass. She clings to me, thighs gripping my waist, and giggles hysterically.
“Fuck.” My heart beats a frantic rhythm. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I don’t bother grabbing a towel. Only the bottom of her braids are wet, and we’re about to get sweaty.
When I open the bathroom door and illuminate the bedroom, Jax sits against the headboard, playing on his phone.
“About fucking time,” he grumbles with narrowed eyes and a tight jaw.
I wonder what he’d have done if I had fucked her in the bath. Pout like a toddler, probably. He’s about to have an absolute fit when I leave with her tomorrow, or he’ll insist on going.
Despite my desire to be alone with her, I am quite fond of threesome sex.
“Stay right there,” I tell him.
His demeanor changes. His back straightens and his eyes gleam. He reaches over and sets his phone on the nightstand. I hit the bathroom light, and darkness shrouds the bedroom.