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FORD

I walk into the bathroom carrying the bottle of champagne and two glasses.

Andi’s already stretched out in the tub, her tawny nipples peeking temptingly out of the soap bubbles.

Her lips curve seductively.

I’m already half hard and seeing her like that has more blood flowing south.

I pour champagne then climb in to join her, handing her a glass.

We sit face to face, legs stretched out, and the hot water sloshes warm and languid around us, steamy and scented with the same fragrance as the massage oil earlier.

I sip champagne, then lean forward to kiss her.

“Mmm.”

“That was an amazing dinner. Thank you.”

“It was great. And you looked hot. Beautiful.” I kiss her shoulder, then her collarbone.

Her eyes go shiny.

She’s not going to cry, is she?

“Am I doing this wrong?”

“No.” She slides closer through the water, hooks an arm around my neck and kisses me hard.

“You’re doing this perfectly. I feel like I’m in a dream.”

“Yeah, me too.” I slide my mouth down over her jaw.

Then I tip my glass above her chest.

She gasps as icy champagne hits her heated skin.

Rivulets run down the upper slope of one breast and drip off her nipple.

I lower my head and lick it up, slowly, sliding my tongue over the underside of her breast, the inside of it, the nipple, the top.

She moans and hangs on to my shoulder, leaning back a bit to give me room.

“You taste delicious. Even better than the champagne.”

I do it again on the other side, then take a mouthful of the wine and hold it there before swallowing.

When I pull her nipple into my mouth I can feel the heat of her flesh against the cold of my tongue.

She quivers.

“Oh, God. That’s… so erotic.”

“I know how much you like your nipples sucked.”

“I do…”

I pour more bubbly over her and lick it off again and again, until she’s trembling and whimpering and her hips are shifting in the water.

“Are you aching here?” I slide a hand between her legs.

“Yessss.”

“Good.” I set my glass on the edge of the tub and clasp her waist, then lift her.

“What are you doing?”

“Just turning you around.”

We lose a little water over the side as we make the adjustments and I lean against the back of the tub with Andi settled in front of me between my legs, her back to my front.

I glide my hands over wet skin to find her tits and cup them.

Yeah.

Erotic.

This is so goddamn erotic my dick is about to blow.

My balls are pulled up tight, pressure building, electric prickles all over my skin.

She turns her head and shifts to the side so I can find her mouth with mine and kiss her.

I lick into her mouth, nip at her plump bottom lip, trace her upper lip with my tongue.

Her breathing quickens.

“I love kissing you. You taste delicious. Sweet. And sexy.”

Another inarticulate noise escapes her lips.

I reach for the small bottle of body wash, pour it into one hand and suds it up all over her.

Her skin is slippery and smooth and delectable.

I kiss her again, hands on her soapy tits.

I play with her nipples and her legs shift as her arousal builds.

My hand glides over her stomach, over her smooth, bare mound, and between her legs.

“I can feel you pulsing,” I whisper in her ear.

“So hot.”

I kiss her neck, her shoulder, then suck on the soft skin there, carefully, restraining my urge to devour her.

“I want to turn around again.”

I smile and let her move.

The ends of her hair are wet, her cheeks flushed an adorable pink.

Her gaze drops to my dick, poking out of the water, ruddy and swollen.

She licks her lips.

My cock jumps.

I fucking love how she looks at me like that…

like she’s ravenous for my dick.

I lift my hips, flaunting myself at her.

Her eyes go hazy, her lips shiny and parted.

My heart is pounding and I’m so turned on I hurt.

She slides her hands over my thighs in the water.

Excitement builds, heat rushing through my body.

“You’re beautiful, too,” she says quietly.

She takes her time admiring me and then, sweet Jesus, she leans forward to take me in her mouth.

I make a helpless, needy sound, hips lifting.

I push into her mouth before I can stop myself, then go still, my heart racing, breathing suspended.

Easy, man.

Go easy .

It’s a fucking battle.

Thank God I’ve practiced self-control because right now I want to fuck up into her hot little mouth and take and take and take.

But I don’t want to hurt her or scare her.

I’ve never had tender, protective feelings like this during sex.

What is happening to me?

I push myself up and brace my ass against the edge of the tub, and watch her suck on me, her lips stretched around my girth, and it’s so fucking filthy and beautiful it makes my breath tighten in my chest.

Tremors run down my thighs and throbbing need builds in my body.

She slides her mouth off me, but keeps her hand wrapped around me as she kisses my abs, my chest, then sucks my nipples.

I gasp as sensation flashes right to my balls, then I growl.

Then she’s licking my dick again, long slides of her tongue up and down, slowly like she’s savoring me.

I fucking love that.

“Okay,” I gasp.

“That’s it. We’re fucking. Right now.” I grab a bottle of lube I left in here earlier.

Water is not conducive to natural lubrication and I want this to be good for her.

With a smile, she takes it from me and slicks up my cock, nearly undoing me.

Then I lube up her pussy, enjoying the feel of my fingers sliding through her softness.

I turn her to face away from me, on her knees, hands on the side of the tub.

What a view of her perfect ass.

And that tattoo scrolling up her spine.

She arches her back and pushes her ass out, taunting me, and I’m lost.

I drive into her, hard.

“Yes,” she wheezes, her hands tightening on the edge of the tub.

“Do that. Hard.”

“Christ, yeah.”

She reaches between her legs and I feel the tension build in her, her pussy clamping around me.

She cries out, her head falling forward.

She feels so fucking incredible, and…

Wait.

I don’t have a condom on.

I know she’s on birth control, but…

Fuck, I can’t stop it now, my orgasm is bearing down on me, the pressure intense and fiery and inexorable.

I grit my teeth, close my eyes and grab my cock, pulling it out of her.

I pump once and I’m coming, a line of fire sizzling down my spine, my balls squeezing, and I explode in hot rushes onto her lower back.

Sensation pours through me in exquisite, agonizing waves until I’m spent, panting, leaning over her to growl into her ear.

“Jesus. Jesus Christ. Andi… you’re fucking killing me.”

When I can move, I say, “Let me clean you up. I’m so sorry. I forgot a condom.” I gently wash her back and she slides down into the water to turn and face me.

“You know I’m on birth control. Are you worried about STIs?”

Her frank question startles me.

“No! Are you?”

“I don’t know.” She searches my face.

“No. I trust you.”

I blow out a breath.

“I’ve been tested.”

“I went after the first time we slept together. So I’m okay, too.”

“Okay. So…” I cock my head.

“Does that mean no more condoms?”

She smiles.

“I’m good with that.”

I kiss her smile.

“Fucking you bare felt incredible. Let’s do it again.”

After more sex, this time in the bed, making more use of the lube and the champagne, and sleep, we enjoy morning sex.

Instead of getting dressed and going downstairs, we order room service and have French toast and fruit in bed, talking and flirting and kissing.

She’s wearing a sexy little red slip that I fucking love.

The limo takes us home, but we get in my car and drive over to Benny’s place to pick up Tilly.

I only texted two more times last night, and once this morning to make sure everything was okay.

“She was a little fussy last night.” Mabel hands her over to me.

“When she realized you’d left, I think. She got a little sad. But we played with her and she settled down. She’s so cute! We had fun.”

“Thank you so much for this,” I say.

“We had a great time.”

“I’m happy to look after her!”

“Did she sleep all night?” Andi asks, petting Tilly’s hair.

“No.” Benny makes a face.

“But we gave her a bottle and she wasn’t awake for long.”

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“It’s hard getting up in the night.”

“I think we can handle it for one night,” he says dryly.

“We’re fine. We can go back to bed now.”

I grin.

“Yeah, you can.”

We get Tilly into her little jacket and a hat and then into her car seat and head home.

“I wish I could go back to bed,” Andi says with a yawn.

I slant her a glance.

“You can.”

After a short pause, she says, “Yeah. I guess I could. I have a lot of work to do though.”

“You always have a lot of work to do.”

This time her silence turns sticky.

“What does that mean?”

“It means just what I said—you always have a lot of work to do.” Oh, shit.

I remember what she said about being afraid her working so much is what led to Trevor cheating on her.

“That’s all I mean, truly. I wasn’t complaining.”

She nods without looking at me.

“Okay.”

“If I did think you work too much, it would only be because I want you to have time for fun, too.”

“I do have time for fun.”

“Okay, good.”

The air in the car feels frosty.

Shit.

After such a fantastic night, I don’t want it to end like this.

But I’m not sure what’s wrong.