Page 111 of Take My Name

I lick my bottom lip, tilting my head at the unexpected question. “You never need permission for that, Maze.”

The corner of her mouth curves up deviously. “Too bad you’re injured.”

Grabbing her waist, I pull her to my chest and dip down until my lips are half an inch from hers. “Don’t play with me.”

Her breath hitches, but she’s braver than before. Fingers slide into my waistband and she brushes her fingers against my bare skin, making me the breathless one.

“Get in the bath so I can scrub your body.”

My brow arches, contemplating her suggestion. “Are you joinin’ me?”

She smirks, tracing her finger over my exposed hip. “I will if you’re a good boy.”

My eyes go impossibly wide.

She’s never said those words to me before.

My dick takes notice and jerks in response.

“Fuck, Maze.” I cup her cheek, tempted to lean in and claim her mouth. “I’ll give you anythin’ you want.”

Taking my hand, she leads me into the bathroom and turns on the bath water. Realization dawns on me the tub’s finally getting used for what it was originally intended for and a part of me is nervous as fuck. I’m not sure what’s going through her head and don’t want to overstep her boundaries. All I know is she wants the dates I owe her, which might not happen until I get some rest, but regardless, I’m elated as hell that she’s here.

“Do you need help gettin’ ’em off the rest of the way?” she asks.

“I can probably manage, but I’d much rather you do it for me.”

She pushes off the vanity, desperate to touch me or perhaps taking pity on me. I move my hands out of the way so she can slide my jeans down my legs and then step out of them. She looks up at me between her lashes and I signal with a nod for her to keep going.

My cock’s imprint is more than obvious, but she doesn’t flinch when she reaches up and pulls my boxer briefs down. I try desperately to tame my boner, but the vision of her kneeling in front of me is confusing my brain.

This wasn’t supposed to be sexual, but fuck, I want her lips wrapped around me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

“That’s a very interestin’ piercin’. Did it hurt?”

“Fuck yeah, it did. Silas dared me. We took a few shots first to take off the edge.”

“We? He’s pierced too?” she asks, standing to her full height. Without her heels, she’s a head shorter than me.

“Yep. Except he got a different one.”

She arches a brow. “How very manly of you two.”

“You seem very curious about it.”

Her shoulder lifts, feigning disinterest. “Get in the tub. I’ll grab your soap.”

“Yes, ma’am.” My lips quirk up when a hint of a blush hits her cheeks.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve been in here, but I clean it regularly when I do the rest of the bathroom. I’m glad it’s finally getting used.

“Any preference on which one?” She holds up two options.

“You pick.”

She sets one down on the ledge and then moves to grab some more supplies. A washcloth and my two-in-one bottle for my hair.

“How’s the water feel?” she asks, turning it off before it gets too full.