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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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CUPCAKES ARE THE BEST
OPHELIA
I HAVE ACHES in muscles I didn’t even know existed.
Stretching under the hot spray of water, I tried to loosen my shoulders. Unfortunately, the tension in them wasn’t just from sex and an unfamiliar sleeping position.
After our hallway fun the day before, I’d been worried about how quiet Judge had gotten, but he’d been back to normal before long. We’d spent the rest of the night watching TV in the family room before his teasing hands and tormenting mouth had ganged up on me, and he’d fucked me bent over the couch.
I’d felt guilty since they had a strict ‘no sex on the communal furniture’ rule, but as he’d pointed out, only my hands had been touching the couch, so it’d been a logistics win.
When we were done, he’d again gently cleaned me before carrying me to bed. Although he’d held me—and woke me with his tongue a few hours later—something had felt… off.
He’d already been showered and dressed when he’d woken me that morning by trailing his fingertips along my collarbone. I’d hoped for more, but after setting my coffee on the bedside table, he’d told me we had errands to run before walking out.
I didn’t know what the errands were, but trip preparations usually entailed shopping, and I was always down for that.
After finishing my shower, I dried off and dressed in leggings and a tee. As I got ready, my thoughts bounced between wondering about Judge and wondering where we’d be going.
Once I was done, I went to the bedroom to grab my shoes but paused when I saw my pink tulle skirt and a cropped white tee had been set out. I smiled at the visual of big, badass Judge holding the fluffy pink skirt. It was my very favorite—and that was saying something because I had a lot of favorites.
Other than wearing jeans to Rye, I’d stuck to pajamas and leggings since sitting around called for comfort not cute.
But running errands? That totally called for cute.
Throwing off my clothes, I pulled on the skirt and top before taking a deep breath. Some of the tension between my shoulder blades loosened. If Judge was making wardrobe suggestions, things were obviously okay.
Beyond that, though, I felt more like myself than I had in… years. I was relaxed.
Happier.
The time away—unscheduled and unconventional as it was—had been much needed.
I could do without the threat to my safety, though.
Slipping on my shoes, I opened the door to leave but stopped in my tracks when my eyes landed on the hallway wall.
More specifically, the hole in the wall I’d been too tired and distracted to see in the dim lighting the night before.
The one that was around the same height as my head.
Positioned right where we’d had sex.
And right where Judge had slammed his hand as he’d come.
I made him come so hard, he put a hole in the wall.
And I thought wearing my favorite outfit would be my big confidence boost for the day.
Ignoring my body’s response to the memory, I headed to the front door and found Judge, Jury, and Glitch waiting. And, though they all glanced over at my approach, only Judge’s eyes stayed locked on me.
No, okay, the way he looks at me is my confidence boost for life.
“We’ll meet you outside,” Glitch said.
