Page 31 of Kneeling to Candy

Unable to resist Candy’s tempting body, I close the short distance between us. My arms wrap around her narrow waist. “I wish we had more time.”

“We could have been getting it on, but someone had to take his sweet time in the bedroom,” she huffs, eyeing me accusingly.

Yeah, it’s my fault I’m going to have blue balls all the way back to Colorado. Then again, I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t be panicking finding their name on a marriage certificate they can’t recall signing.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize, leaning in to graze my lips over her shoulder before laying a gentle kiss on her wet skin. This close to her, it’s hard to think straight. I’ve got one thing on my mind, and it involves sinking balls deep into Candy’s suction-tight heaven. “Fuck Chase and his schedule.”

Candy snorts, shoving the shampoo into my open hand. “Nope. You had your chance to get freaky in the shower. Behave and wash.”

Sexually flustered, I growl to myself as I obey her orders.

Laughing at my impatience, she says, “Delayed gratification will teach you not to waste our fun time.”

“Didn’t we already do the delayed gratification process? Like, a year’s worth?”

She raises a brow at my snarky remark. “Someone is sassy this morning.”

“I’m not usually a brat. You bring it out of me,” I admit, with a smirk. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll take a slap on the ass for being mouthy with you.”

Something I said makes Candy cock her head at me. Her brow creases in concentration.

“So this…” she waves a hand between us, “…reverse control thing, is your kink?”

This isn’t the conversation we need to have with more pressing issues at hand. Yet after what we shared in the bedroom last night, it’s important to explain my sexual preferences.

“Submitting is my kink. And I want you to be the one calling the shots behind closed doors.”

She balks. “Why?”

“You know what my job is like—full control all the time. Same goes for being a biker in the club. The responsibility can be daunting. For this one thing in my life, I don’t want to think or lead. I want someone else telling me what to do. And dare I say, I believe you need to be in control in the bedroom to feel secure enough to relax with your partner to enjoy it.”

Her mouth falls open in a perfect O, making my cock jump between us.

“You give me what I want, and I give you what you need. We belong together. Don’t you see it?”

Speechless, Candy looks at me with awe in her big brown eyes and water droplets hanging from her long blond lashes. She’s so damn beautiful. My heart aches to be closer to her.

“Can I kiss your sweet mouth, Goddess?” I all but beg, eager to have her lips against mine.

Candy blinks a few times, looking at me like the words I’m saying are foreign. “Why are you asking me?”

Her question confuses me. “Why would I not?”

“Most guys would just do it. I don’t understand why you wouldn’t.” She shrugs before looking away from me, biting her plump bottom lip.

The mention of other men has a low growl rumbling through my chest. I squash my jealousy down, focusing on Candy. She needs my support.

Sensing Candy’s discomfort, I tenderly turn her face back to mine. She needs to see I’m a safe person. After a year, I hoped she knew I’d never take advantage of her. However, all Candy has known are men who take. Why would she expect differently from me?

Reassure her, asshat.

“No, Candy. I won’t be taking anything from you without asking first.”

Uncertainty consumes my woman as her eyes dart between mine, looking for a lie that isn’t there.

“I mean it, Goddess. Nothing sexual happens without your permission.”

My words hit home. Candy tears up. Her arms swathe around my neck, pulling me close to her. I sink into her touch, wrapping my arms around her to hug her as tightly as she’s hugging me. It feels like everything I need. It feels like home.

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