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“If you want some exercise, I can think of a much more fun way to achieve it.” I gave her an exaggerated leer before wiggling my eyebrows at her and pointing to my crotch. “I’m talking about banging me.”
“Thank you for clarifying,” she said with an eye roll before she shut off the TV, which showed a woman wearing spandex frozen in a squat.
I grinned at her. “Sorry I interrupted your workout.”
“It’s fine. How, um, was your day?” She made a face. “That was a dumb question. I worked with you all day.”
“Not really,” I said. “I barely saw you today or yesterday.”
She smiled at me. “It’s been a pretty busy week.”
There was a moment of awkward silence, and then I took a step toward her, and somehow, Riley was in my arms, and her mouth was on mine. I cupped her breast, and she moaned before pulling back with a soft gasp. “Deacon, wait.”
“I don’t want to wait.” I kissed her throat and squeezed her breast. “I miss you.”
“I smell, and I need a shower first,” she said.
“No, you don’t. You smell great,” I said.
“I don’t. Give me ten minutes.”
Before I could argue, her stomach growled. I kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re hungry.”
“I haven’t eaten yet,” she said.
“It’s a good job that I brought your favourite.”
She grinned. “Lasagna?”
“With cheese toast,” I said. “Go have your shower, and then we’ll eat.”
As much as I wanted Riley on my dick, my urge to take care of her was stronger.
I turned her and tapped her on the ass. “Go have a shower, baby.”
When she continued to hesitate, I made my voice stern. “Do as I say.”
“Yes, sir.” Like always, her obedience made me happy, and I caught her arm and gave it a gentle squeeze.
She turned to look at me, and I said, “You’re my good girl, Riley.”
Her smile turned bright, and I could practically see the tension in her body disappear. “Thank you, Deacon.”
She disappeared into the bathroom, and I removed my jacket before hunting through the kitchen drawers for silverware. I placed them on the table and opened the fridge, scowling at how little food was in it. I grabbed the pitcher of water and poured us both a glass before returning to the living room. The book I bought her was sitting on the couch, a bookmark stuck about three-quarters into it, and I smiled before studying her bookshelves. She hadn’t been kidding about enjoying suspense novels, and I took out three I’d never heard of and read the back of each one.
Riley’s arms slid around my waist, and she pressed her soft body against my back. “Hi there.”
“That was a fast shower,” I said.
“I’m hungry,” she said.
I turned around. She wore cotton pajama bottoms and a tank top, and she was braless. “I like your outfit.”
“I’m sure you do,” she said with a soft smile.
I cupped her breast, teasing her nipple before nuzzling her neck.
“Do I smell better?” she asked.
