Page 66 of Major Love

I tug the first boot free and drop it unceremoniously to the ground, easily pulling off the next one as I stroll toward the stairs.

I toss that one over my shoulder and get another spank in response.

I give the back of her thigh a firm squeeze. “Oh, you’ve asked for it now.”

She wiggles against my back, squealing, “Aw man, whatnow?”

And then I’m racing up the stairs, making Sunday scream as she bounces over my shoulder.

“Jason!” she giggles, slapping hard at my back, and like a derby-winning racehorse it only encourages me to go faster.

By the time that we reach the top she’s wheezing with laughter and my chest is heaving with satisfaction as I stride us toward the guest room.

I kick open the door and tell her, “This is your room.”

“Looks great,” Sunday deadpans, seeing as the only view she’s getting right now is of my ass. But then she’s laughing again as I bounce her roughly on my shoulder.

I brace my thighs, grip her waist, and then I toss her straight down into the centre of the mattress, making her throw her head back with laughter as she lands splayed in the middle of the comforter.

My gaze roams slowly down her body until I’m looking at her parted thighs, my cock hardening at the sight of her and how hot she looks in front of me.

She sits up on her elbows, peeking up at me with that playful smile.

I throw her carry-on beside the bed, amusement flickering in my eyes.

“Get changed. Then I’ll give you the tour.”

She points toward the entrance of the room and teases, “Close the door on your way out.”

I smirk as I loom over her. “I’ll be right outside.”

“Close it the whole way,” she stresses, making me chuckle as I start easing the door shut. “No peeking, remember?”

I laugh quietly and close the door, thinkingtouché.

I wait for her on the landing, overlooking the open-plan sitting room and kitchen, hoping that she brought enough stuff with her in that carry-on just in case the power issue can’t get fixed overnight.

She’s out in less than two minutes, wearing a pair of thermal pants and a baby blue jumper. I stare at it for a beat before bringing my eyes back to her face.

“Tour?” she asks excitedly.

I nod. “Damn straight.”

I show her around each room on the upper-level, although she gets pretty shy about my bedroom and barely spares it half a glance.

Then I take her hand in mine, leashing our fingers together as we walk down the stairs.

At the bottom I slip on my boots from earlier but Sunday’s boots are still fucking drenched, so I give her an extra pair of thermal socks and then she tentatively tries on a pair of mine.

They’re obviously way too big for her but, secretly, I’m a fan.

And since our touch-barrier is officially broken I don’t hesitate the second that her fingers are free, enveloping her small palm with mine and then holding her securely as she checks out the downstairs.

I point toward the open-plan rooms as I tug her casually past them.

“Living room, kitchen.”

Sunday laughs. “No please, spare me the details.”

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