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darling.
“I’m sorry, darling. You’re beautiful, talented, and wonderful in so many ways, but ever since you told me you thought it was impossible to overcook shrimp…I figured it was better to be safe than sorry.”
And beneath that picture, written in neat, blue frosting cursive, were three words. Justice for Pluto.
“You’re unusually quiet,” Scarlett said, trailing her fingers up and down my thigh. “What are you thinking about?” “You.” I wrapped my arms around her from behind and rested my chin on her shoulder. We were lazing in her bathtub, the lavender-scented bubbles barely covering her curves as we luxuriated in the quiet evening.
She let out a sigh of pleasure when I captured her mouth in a kiss. She tasted like sugar and strawberries, and when she slid her tongue against mine, my entire body reacted with instant, visceral need. Every time we kissed felt like the first fucking time. There was always another layer to unpeel.
The vibrations from Scarlett’s laughter didn’t help my situation. “You’re wound tight today,” she murmured. “Let’s see if we can take care of that, shall we?”
I cupped the back of her head, holding her steady as she ground harder against me. Another tortured groan traveled up my throat.
“I promise, I’ve never imagined doing to dolls the things I’m going to do to you.”
I couldn’t see through the layer of bubbles, but I could picture her pussy, pink and perfect and wet. “Yes,” she breathed. “Maybe you want me to touch here instead.” I trailed my fingers over her inner thigh, my knuckles just grazing her clit.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Please.” Scarlett gripped my wrist and tried to guide my hand down between her legs. “Asher, please.” A sob rent the air when I resisted. “Patience, darling,” I soothed. My lips grazed the shell of her ear. “Let me play with you first.”
“I think I’ve found a new favorite way to take a bath,” she said, sounding dazed. Laughter rumbled up my throat. “Mine too.” I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “We should do this after every day.”
“You won’t hear any arguments from me.” Scarlett hummed with pleasure. “But we’re not finished yet.”
“Fuck.” The curse slipped out when she squeezed the head of my aching cock. “Scarlett…” “Yes?” she said innocently.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll finish taking care of you when I get back. I don’t want you scaring them off.”
Vincent was here, standing less than twenty feet away and separated from us by only two flimsy sets of doors while I was naked in his sister’s bathtub. Oh, fuck.
