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Reddington

A long weekend with Jade turned out to be taxing. Jade moving in here was taxing. My body was pushed to its limit. My mind, even more so. That woman had a certain way about her that sucked me in like she was a goddamn vacuum.

What had I ever been thinking when I’d hired her in the first place? I must’ve been out of my mind.

With tension you could have cut with a knife—before and even after we’d slept together—present the entire weekend, I knew one of the first orders of business I had when we got back was to hit the gym.

It was the only way to release some of it.

Well, not the only way, but I figured it was as good as the other way and might have actually distracted me from thoughts of Jade for a while.

And it had.

In fact, it felt so good, I proceeded to go on a five-mile run after. Fuck fitness, it was all about clearing my head.

And making my balls sweat.

A lot.

But it was okay because now I was ready to hit the shower and become human again.

The door was closed and the shower running. With one hand on the towel that I had wrapped around my waist, I huffed. Jade had her own bathroom. This was the exact opposite of it’s a big house, let’s keep running into each other to a minimum .

Unless she wanted me to find her in here. Figured. She couldn’t ask for what she wanted, so I had to read between the damn lines. Lines barely seen by the naked eye, by the way.

When I walked in, my heart hammered in my chest as I watched Jade open the glass-doored shower, her body coming into full focus as water trickled and dripped down it. She was peering down at the mat, her mouth moving. Was she chewing gum? What was it with this woman and gum?

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I asked, startling her.

Her hand flew to her chest and she stumbled backward. Only, I wasn’t about to let her fall, so I removed my hand from its place on the towel and shot to her at warp speed.

My arm came around her, steadying her against my body. My body that suddenly felt just how drafty it was in here.

“What the hell, Red?” Jade asked, squawking as she pushed me back. “Your pecker is jabbing into me.” Then she scrunched her nose. “And you’re sticky. Why?”

“You’re wet,” I acknowledged the obvious.

She rolled her eyes and jutted out a hip. “You’re a genius, you know that. I’m surprised they haven’t recruited you to help find a cure for cancer.” She bent down and picked up my towel, wiping her body with it. “Smells like you.”

It was previously wrapped around my sweaty body, so no shit. I raked a hand through my hair. “What are you doing in this bathroom?” I asked as I stood in the buff while Jade wrapped my towel around her body.

“It’s like a palace in here. And I like the showerhead.” Then her gaze roamed downward, and she licked her lips. “Well, that’s not the only head I like.”

I backed up, my cock sticking straight up, aching for her touch, as arousal formed at the tip. “Next time use your own shower. It’s not like the guest bath is shabby.” My jaw twitched because that was the exact opposite of what I wanted.

“It’s not the same. And what did I tell you?” She placed a hand on my cock and began stroking. Then she dropped to her knees, smacking on the gum in her mouth. “You don’t tell me what to do.”

“What are you doing?” That was a stupid question. I knew what she was doing. I wasn’t an idiot. That didn’t stop the words from coming out of my mouth, though.

“My fiancée duties.”

Was that a thing? I honestly couldn’t tell you in this exact moment.

She blew her hot breath on my cock and an unknown sensation crawled up my spine and then back down before desire shot right to my cock.

“The mint,” I groaned, my hands flying into her hair as I wrapped a chunk around my fist. What I failed to say was the mint was dizzying.

I wanted to look heavenward, but forced my gaze to snap down to her so I didn’t miss the way she coated her tongue with her gum as if she was readying to blow a bubble but instead used it to lap at my head. I was just glad the gum wasn’t sticking to me.

My balls started to tighten and— “I was raised right. Ladies first. I don’t come first. Ever,” I told her, pulling on the fistful of hair and making her head jerk backward. The cooling sensation of the mint lingered on my cock, and I gritted my teeth. “Give me your gum.”

She looked up at me from under hooded eyes, her pupils dilated and her eyes practically dancing with amusement. My girl. . . always up for anything. “If you insist.”

She got up, the towel falling off of her, but her hand not letting up on stroking me.

It was slow, torturous stroking that was only causing more arousal to form at my tip.

She parted her lips and closed her eyes, so I clasped my mouth over hers and kissed her first, the gum against her cheek as our tongues got entangled.

She tasted minty fresh, and in case you were curious, the cool tingling sensation on my cock was only just now letting up.

Not that I was getting any sort of reprieve because she was currently massaging my balls.

Our kiss intensified before she finally slid the gum into my mouth and broke the kiss, backing up.

In between breaths, I chewed the gum, blowing a small bubble as I noted the flavor. “Minty, but also slightly salty.”

“That’s you,” she purred. She took her hands off my balls and sprawled both on my chest, dragging her nails down to the V. “You’re tasting your desire for me.”

* * *

Jade

I’d never been happier by a man’s lack of respect for a woman’s privacy. Technically, yes, I wasn’t in the right bathroom, but who gave a shit because had I known this was what was going to come of it, I would’ve messed up before now. Intentionally.

“Cute,” Red said, smacking the gum like his life depended on it. “It’s a good thing you gave it to me because I wouldn’t want you choking on it.”

“Thank you, Daddy. You really know how to look out for me.” My voice came out lower than usual, in a more childlike voice. That was what he wanted, right, to be thanked?

He growled. “I like that.”

“Of course you do.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get used to it because I’m never saying it again. I don’t care much for authoritative figures, especially overbearing parents. I don’t do well with listening to other people.”

“You think you needed to tell me you’re defiant?” He shook his head as he dropped down. “I know most everything there is to know about you, Jade.”

“That’s creepy.”

“Not creepy. I’m your fiancé. It should be that way.”

Before I could refute his statement, he slid two digits into me.

“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice filled with pride.

I had to squash that. “I just showered, remember?”

A deep growl sounded in the back of his throat and had me fluttering.

“The wetness dripping down my hand right now is not water.” He added another digit as he brought his other arm behind my leg, lifted it, and wrapped it around his waist. “Turns out I don’t need you to tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had because your body does all the talking for you. ”

Smug, son of a—

He pushed his fingers so deep my vision grew spotty.

“More,” I demanded.

“I didn’t quite catch that.” He continued massaging my G-spot, but at such a slow pace it was driving me wild.

“You heard me, and I don’t beg,” I ground out, my head starting to feel like it was floating in a galaxy far, far away.

“Make an exception,” he insisted, his fingers working me slower now.

“Oh,” I moaned. “Just make me come already.” That was the most he was getting from me. Every word was filled to the brim with annoyance for this frustrating human being.

He laughed. “Good enough for me.” He switched things up and aggressively massaged my G-spot, the feeling like nothing I’d ever felt before. Then he brought his thumb to my clit and began softly rubbing before simply pressing into it.

Plunging hard and deep, massaging like he took damn classes on this shit.

Rubbing, pressing, rubbing, pressing my clit.

The culmination of it all was too much, and an orgasm tore through me. “Ohhh,” I moaned loudly, my voice bouncing off the walls along with the sound of my wetness as he continued pumping his fingers in and out.

“Oh, Redddd,” I practically shouted, a whimper falling from my lips at the end.

When my vision finally came back into focus, he pulled his fingers out of me and put my leg back down on the floor.

What was unnerving was the cocky grin across his face.

I raised a brow and tried to catch my breath, so he didn’t hear how out of breath I was when I spoke. Although, the rise and fall of my breasts probably gave me away. We’d ignore that. “Lose the grin. A lot of people can hit a woman’s G-spot.”

He pressed his tongue into his cheek, shaking his head. The cocky grin? Still very much present. “You said my name.”

I cleared my throat, trying to shake the last bit of fog from my brain so I could say the right thing that would get him off my case. “I say your name all the time.”

“You shouted my name.”

Man, what was he, the pleasure police? “Did not.”

“You did,” he confirmed, amusement in his voice as he blew another bubble with my gum.

Oh, brother, I was never going to hear the end of this.

I walked away from him, sauntering toward the door.

“Where exactly are you going?” he called after me. “You need to finish what you started.”

I turned, spearing him with a look. “Are you going to drop this?”

He gave me a passive look, his shoulders shrugging slightly, and his lips turning down before curling back up.

His blue eyes shone with intensity, but not for sex.

No, I knew Red well enough to know that intensity was him digging his heels in.

He wasn’t letting this go, so I wasn’t sticking around to finish what I’d started earlier.

“One way or another, I’m going to get you to let me into that ice-cold heart of yours.”

Why? Why did he want that? The part of me that had been burned so bad in the past that it’d basically been charred told me he wanted in so he could shatter me. The other part of me, the one that had gotten to know Red, believed it was because he cared. No idea why he did, but he did.

It wasn’t easy breaking down the walls that formed a fortress around my heart, though, and I wasn’t going to push myself to do something I wasn’t ready to do.

“Have fun with that, then,” I said, pointing a finger at his engorged cock.

He gave me a languid expression. “Oh, but I will because I’m going to jerk off to you in the shower. Told you once before that I’m not opposed to using my hand. I’ve got two good ones, best if I use them.”

I wiggled the tips of my fingers, waving at him in a cute and innocent way. Ironic because I was neither of those things. “Have fun, honeybun .”