AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I have to admit, I was a teeny bit worried when he came so early in our evening, but it seems to have done nothing to diminish his ability to fuck.
“When I said clean yourself up, I just meant your tits.”
I flush and look down, completely overwhelmed by his confident presence and usure of what to say.
He walks over, unbothered by my now shy demeanor. Taking a fistful of my hair, he undoes all of the hard work I just did. “I did not tell you to fix any of this lovely mess.”
“I looked terrible.”
“Impossible.”
“There’s no way you liked me looking like such a mess.”
“You liked it.”
“Excuse me?”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t like the way you looked when you came in here.”
I can’t.
“Fine.” I let out a breathy laugh. “I kind of wished I had my phone so I could take my picture.”
“Well, I can’t allow any pictures, but if it makes you feel better, it’s a vision I won’t forget as long as I live.”
“Sorry. I should have left it?—”
He silences me with a hand over my mouth. I can taste the salt of his cum on his fingers. “Let’s get you messed back up, shall we?”
Chapter Three
Ben
“Idon’t need a fucking tour, Avery,” I snap at the man next to me, just trying to stop his incessant chatter.
My attitude, as usual, doesn’t faze him in the least. “I know, man. I just…you’ve been gone for over two months, and a lot has changed down here.”
I know he’s not about to bring up the fact that I spent those two months searching the globe for my son when, in reality, the kid was shacked up right here on Faraday the whole time.
“It looks great.” I try to bring us back to safer territory. I don’t want another ruined morning thinking about Ainsley and what I’m going to do next.
I want to bask in the afterglow of last night.
That girl—woman, excuse me—was a goddamn delight.
The sight of her falling to her knees before me with that surprised and bashful look on her face. Getting to see the tough act fall to pieces as she practically begged for my next command.
Fucking hell.
None of that was acting.
You can’t make that shit up.
I know I have to file the whole experience, and the woman, in the never happening again drawer, but I’m not ready to do that just yet.
I’m allowing her to live in a dangerous part of my brain for a dangerously long time.
Longer than I’ve ever let anyone linger there before.
