Page 34 of Heat & Hard Candies

After the glorious bath we’d shared at the spa, I’d never say no to bathing with him. We’d rinsed off in the shower first, so I assumed we’d do the same.

“Sounds amazing.”

“Good.” He kissed me again, then carried me into the kitchen, his cock still buried inside me. “You look damn good with wings, for the record.”

I’d forgotten about the wings.

“Can I take a bath with them?” I asked.

“Assuming you straddle me.”

The wickedness in his eyes made me certain that had been his plan from the beginning.

I smiled. “I can probably handle that.”

He grinned, and gave me one last kiss before he opened up the fridge.

The kitchen was modern, with gorgeous black cabinets and gray countertops. The walls were a crisp white that made everything look brighter. Though the decorations were sparse, they were mostly small plants that softened up the room’s sharpness.

Five minutes later, he held me to his chest with one arm and held a massive casserole dish of gluten-free pasta someone had premade for us in the other.

I looked around curiously as he carried both me and the food through the house

The staircase we passed was made of the same sleek flooring as the kitchen and entryway. The style of the walls and everything else carried through the massive office we passed, as well as the huge gym.

It was the same in Kyle’s bedroom—our bedroom—but cozier. The crisp white had been traded for a soft, light gray. The statement wall was a charcoal shade that complimented it. Much of the cold floor was covered with a thick, luxurious rug.

“It’s gorgeous,” I admitted, as he carried me right into the bathroom.

I swear, any blogger would’ve been jealous of it.

There was a massive, marble free-standing tub.

The walk-in shower was big enough for three or four people, with just as many showerheads.

Kyle didn’t waste any time as he set me down on the countertop and put the pasta next to me. Worried it would scald the gorgeous countertops, I quickly lifted it onto my lap, wincing at the heat.

Yeah, that was hot.

I’d be fine, though.

Kyle turned the water on before realizing what I was doing. “What the hell, Beautiful?” he plucked the dish off my legs, dropping it on the counter before smoothing his hands over the hot skin on my thighs.

“I don’t want to burn the counter,” I explained.

“I don’t give a fuck about that. These legs, though?” He bent over and brushed his lips against the front of one, then dragged his tongue over my skin. “These, I care about. Don’t risk yourself.”

“It wasn’trisky.”

“Maybe not, but I don’t want you hurting.” He grabbed a fork, and handed one to me. “Here, let’s eat while the tub fills. We’ll rinse off when we’re done.”

I agreed, and we dug in together.

After we were full, we showered quickly, and climbed into the tub together.

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LAUNA

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