Page 223 of Hide and Keep

I wait for her to give me her backside again, taking a moment to admire those plump globes on display.

“What are you doing?” she asks over her shoulder, water running off her lips.

God, I want to kiss them right now.

“You’re a fan of masterpieces, aren’t you? Let me admire this one.”

Her lips spread before she faces forward.

After I’ve had my fill, I clean her ass like I do mine. She squirms at first but eventually stills, allowing me to move on to the backs of her legs and feet.

She better get used to it. Now that I know how to wash all of her, there’s no fucking way I’m not doing it every chance I get.

Once she’s rinsed and the water running off her is clear, I tell her, “Put your hands on the wall.”

“You got everything.”

Iwashedeverything.

“Put your fucking hands…on the wall.”

As I wash myself, I watch her prop her hands on the wall above her head one at a time.

I shelve the soap and say next to her ear, “Spread your legs.”

She obeys with a moan.

She’s clean, she’s compliant, and she’s all mine.

All rinsed, I start marking her. I kiss everywhere on Ever’s body, from her shoulder blades down to her calves, even that ass she was just acting stingy about. Each time I pull away from one kiss, I say, “Mine,” before immediately going into the next, so she knows who all this belongs to now. A lot of people have done things to this body—kissed it, fucked it, thrown it, abused it. Nobody’s taken care of it.

Until me.

If taking care of Ever Munreaux’s the last thing I do, I’ll die happier than I’ve lived.

Ever’s pedaling her feet out, like she can’t stay still anymore, the move making her ass cheeks bounce.

“Turn around,” I rasp.

She does so fast she’s a whirl of motion, then she’s trying to grip my neck, but I’m quick to catch her wrists, pinning them above her head as I back her up into the wall.

“Keep them there.”

“Crue,” she whines, a fucking mess. A beautiful fucking mess.

My beautiful fucking mess.

“Keep them there until I say.”

I step back to do some more admiring.

“Farther,” I tell her with a nudge to one of her feet.

Ever spreads her feet apart until she looks like a sexy-ass capital A.

Chest heaving, she whimpers, almost undoing me. Almost…because I’m only halfway finished marking her tight little body and nothing’s gonna derail me.

Some of my kisses are short. Others linger. Some of them have tongue. Others have teeth.

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