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“Baby.” I wrap my arms around her as her knees buckle.
“Sorry,” she says, the word soft and slurred.
“You need food and water.” I reach down and loop my arm under her ass, my other behind her back as I lift her easily against my chest. I head for the en-suite bathroom where I anticipated this very moment.
“I’m just—this has been a lot.” She softens into my chest and the fight she had up until now seems to evaporate.
“I know, baby. It has. For me, too. But you’ve expended a lot of energy. Physical and mental. That takes a toll, but I’ve got you.”
I already knew at some point I’d end up in the shower with her, or in the bathtub, and I wanted every moment of this steppingstone in our lives to be memorable.
As I step through the glass door to the massive bathroom, the lights automatically raise to the level I preprogrammed. Not too bright, just enough for her to see what’s inside, but not so much it hurts her eyes.
“Shower on. 98 degrees,” I announce as Bijou takes in the scene.
A female voice replies though the speakers in the ceiling. “As you wish, Mr. Moreno. Would you like one shower head on or two?”
“Two,” I answer, stepping over the cool marble floor toward the glass enclosure as the water streams from the showerheads. “With steam,” I add as I walk toward the long white velvet sofa on the wall. A full charcuterie buffet is laid out in front, and to the left is a built-in glass-front refrigerator, filled with electrolyte-infused water I had made specifically for Bijou.
“This is amazing.”
I lower us onto the sofa, the hiss of the shower and the steam filling the air. The lavender-infused steam swirls with her scent.
I tuck her against me as I lean to the side, reaching out to open the refrigerator. Retrieving one of the glass bottles, I set it on the table in front of us.
“Does that have my name on it?” She extends her hand to take the bottle from me, but I keep it just out of her reach.
“Yeah, read it,” I say as I angle the label to the light above.
Her eyes narrow, then pop wide.
She swallows, confusion knitting her brow as I reach around her, my biceps against her shoulder blade, and unscrew the cap of Bijou Moreno’s Post Copulation Hydration Elixir.
“I was sure this would happen, and I’m an obsessed stepfather. Preparing for this has been in motion for a while, baby.” I hold the cool green glass bottle to her open lips and nod. “Drink. I’ll hold it, you just sit there looking all fucked and fabulous.”
She’s stunned silent as I raise the bottle, watching her throat move as she swallows in greedy gulps.
“Adrenaline and all that magical pussy juice you’ve been blessing me with have you dehydrated.”
After a few more seconds, she closes her lips and I give her a moment to breathe. When I pull the bottle away, she gasps on a sharp inhale, dragging the back of her hand over her plump, swollen lips, her delicate features still smeared with a hint of mud.
Her sweet scent has me burying my face into her hair as she wiggles on my lap, her hands fussing and fluttering to finally cross over her belly as her eyes light on mine with a hint of discomfort.
“Tell me the truth. Are you hurt from my cock? Sore, I understand, but you look like something is bothering you. You need to tell me.”
“I’m fine.” She offers a tight grin as I shake my head and give her another round of the water before dealing with this.
“Yeah, you’re fine, and you’re mine, and I take care of my possessions. I’m not a doctor though, and I am relying on you to answer me when I ask you something. Now, you look uncomfortable. Is it from the fucking or something else?” My words are hard and demanding, but I mean each and every one.
“Okay, well, sore, yes, but no, not hurt. I just…” She battles with that forced smile, her hands working on her belly. “I don’t like how my belly looks all smushed up, with you holding me like this. All the fat is in rolls, and I’m…” She shrugs. “I don’t like how it looks.”
My mind filters through all that.
First, I swell with satisfaction that she cares how she looks to me. My plan is moving in the right direction.
But second, she needs some re-education on what sexy is.
“Bijou, never, ever use that word when you refer to yourself, you get me? I will turn your ass six shades of red if you do.” I try to soften my tone, thunderclouds rioting inside my head that she thinks of herself as anything less than perfection. “Every fucking inch of you makes me fucking hard. You feel it right now? I’m steel, wanting inside you again. You are beyond sexy and if I have my way…which I will, because that’s just something you need to get used to…I’ll have you even softer for me. A few more curves gives me more of you to love.”
