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“Do I really need to mansplain aftercare?” I teased with a smile.
She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth before muttering, “I know what it is.”
“But you’ve never had anyone do this for you?” I guessed.
“I slept with a really sweet girl in my undergrad class once,” she admitted, sitting up on her elbows. “She showered with me after. It was cute.”
“Lucky her,” I smiled faintly, sitting next to her. “And I could dunk you in the shower, but I like this better.” I smoothed the warm washcloth up the inside of her thighs, and she watched me with rapt interest. I flicked a glance up to her surprised expression before focusing on cleaning her off. “I was a little hard on you. Are you alright?”
“You weren’t hard on me,” she replied in a quiet voice. “I like a good spanking as much as the next traumatized girl.”
I huffed a laugh. “Even still,” I countered, washing between her legs and drying her off with the towel. “If there are things you didn’t like, that doesn’t take away from the fact that you’d wanted it.”
“Needed it,” she corrected. She stroked my arm, and then she glanced at the butterfly knife still in her hand. “Not that I understand it.”
I threw the rags on the floor and then stretched out on my side beside her. I propped my head on my hand and traced a line from her sternum to her stomach idly. Her skin was like silk. “I’m not your shrink, Bunny. But I’ll be your escape if it helps.”
She rolled onto her side as well, facing me and running her eyes all over my bare torso and back to my face. “You’re really fucking hot, you know that?”
I grinned cheekily. “Yes.”
She rolled her eyes, fighting a smile. Then she balanced the knife on her open palm. “How did you know that would help me?”
I shrugged. “A guess. Trauma understands trauma. Although,” I added with a hard look. “I wish you would tell me.”
She averted her gaze. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Mhm.” I closed her fingers around the knife. “Keep it. Just be careful with it. It’ll take off your finger if you’re stupid about it.”
“Have you taken off someone’s fingers with it?” she queried with a bounce of her eyebrows.
Yes. Oops. “Nah.”
She peeled it open with both hands and peered at the blade. “Wicked.”
“Quite. I’m now having serious reservations about giving you a weapon, you devious little rabbit.”
She bared her teeth. “Fuckers keepers.”
I rolled until she was forced to flop onto her back, and I caged her in. “And what do I get to keep?”
She swallowed visibly, eyes dancing over my face only an inch from hers. “What do you want?”
You. “Number seven?” I teased.
She laughed, and I tattooed the sound into my brain so I wouldn’t forget it. “That’s greedy.”
“I am greedy,” I agreed. Like I couldn’t help myself, I bent down to stroke my nose along the edge of her jaw. I loved this part of her face. It was sharp like her, but her silky skin softened it. “But speaking of my greed, my sexy, infuriating employer,” I said, lifting my head to stare down at her. “I had a thought.”
“Was this before or after you gleefully tortured six orgasms out of me?” She arched one brow.
“Before. My brain is oobleck after torturing six orgasms out of your perfect body.”
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, smiling. “What’s the thought?”
“Even if we stuck this assignment out and found something interesting in your parents’ study—and I don’t think we will—I think I have a better idea of how to free you from their scheming.” She waited patiently, listening with interest. I picked up her wrist, kissing the inside of it and noticing for the first time that there was a little silver scar running along her forearm. “I’m going to call in some outside reinforcements. If your parents aren’t keeping papers lying around, then we can get what you need digitally.”
“No, we can’t” she shook her head. “You think I didn’t consider hiring a hacker? There’s no point because they don’t keep that stuff in digital records. That’s how I saw the compound and second name, because they left a stack of papers lying around the house once. My parents started working with someone a few years ago. Someone who told them to use paper records.”
