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“Shh.” I place a finger on her lips. “We’ll talk today. We’ll talk fucking plenty. For now, go use the bathroom. I’ll have clothes on the vanity for you to wear, so don’t worry about that, either.”
Her forehead creases, her cute lips parting. “You brought my clothes from home?”
Not brought. Bought. A whole wardrobe of them. A piece of information I’m saving for when the first thing she says in the morning will be anything other than I’m sick.
“You have everything you’ll ever need here.” When we reach the bathroom, I hold the door open, gesturing for Leighton to get in. “Go on. I’ll see you soon.”
Wearing nothing but my suit jacket, she does as I say. Her gorgeous round ass peeks from below the hem, bouncing with every step.
Tearing my eyes from her is harder than I thought. I still myself, hands in my pockets, drinking her in.
Not even halfway inside the bathroom, Leighton stops. I watch her shoulders rise and fall. Practically hear her thinking, considering something.
When she spins, a flash of darkness makes her eyes twinkle and her lips curl in a naughty smirk. “What if—”
“Nice try, plaything.” I pull my hands out of my pockets, crossing my arms over my chest. “Nothing you say will work, Leigh. You won’t trick me into letting you leave or take you out on a date. We’re staying here for the time being.”
“I’m not trying anything. You said you wanted to watch me do everything.” Leighton grazes her teeth along her bottom lip, shaking her body along with her head. “So…”
My dick stands at attention. My hands are desperate to touch, maul, mark her.
The cold side of me needs more assurance. “Not feeling sick anymore?”
“I need…something. Warmth. Or normalcy.” She huffs. “I need to feel less alone, but I need to be alone. I don’t know. I don’t know.”
“I don’t expect you to.” I crowd her space, backing her up into the shower. “You’re conflicted.”
“I am.” The invitation in her expression intensifies, winning over everything else. “I also have needs.”
“Huh,” I breathe out, slamming a hand on the wall. My other hand fists her hair, angling her pretty, seductive face to look up at me. “What kind of needs are those? Feeling empty, little doll?”
“Yes.” Moving is a struggle for her. She shrugs the jacket off her anyway.
“Will you do exactly as I say?”
I start the hot water that pours over us. Fuck my clean clothes, I’ve got dozens waiting in the closet.
“Like what?”
“You’ll have to stay so very still for me.” My lips brush and bite her wet ones. “I’ll fuck you raw, Leighton. It won’t be the last time today.”
“Okay,” she challenges, her voice growing confident. “You want me to accept my sickness? Teach me how.”
Her nipples are taut. When I slip a hand between her thighs, her arousal coats my fingers. Her body is exactly where her heart is—with me.
“Fine,” I grunt, turning her around and adjusting her hands flat on the wall. “Know this, though. I won’t have you questioning me. No talking back. In this shower, in this moment, you’re mine. Understood?”
“Yes.” She wiggles her ass, offering herself to me.
For that alone, I slap both her ass cheeks. I pull back, slapping her eager little pussy three more times.
“Why?” Her cry is a moan as she turns her head to look at me.
“Shaking your ass was not”—the next slap splashes water around us—“a part of our deal.”
“I—”
“You like it, Leighton.” I slap her pussy again while pulling on her hair. “Tell me you don’t.”
