Page 83 of Love Is Ale You Need

“That just means you keep setting the bar higher and higher.” I lean forward, being careful to not put too much weight on her and place a kiss to the center of her back. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

I pull out and race to the small table in the corner where a box of tissues sits. The bed dips as I kneel behind her and do the best I can to clean her up. When I’m done, I collect her clothes that I threw on the floor and place them on the bed next to her. She adjusts her bra as I pull up my boxers and pants.

“Now I’ll grab the cooler and make lunch. Unless you’re threatening to touch yourself again.”

She laughs. It’s delicate and sweet. “No. I need a little recovery time after that. Or a lot. I think a nap is in order.”

“Good.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “Come down when you’re ready.”

After I get the cooler emptied into the fridge, along with all the other groceries put away in the cupboard, I pull out a bowl and dump a bag of a spring mix lettuce inside. With a knife, I slice chunks of cucumbers and tomatoes and toss them in the bowl.

Rylee strolls down the stairs fully dressed again and with her hair tied up in a messy bun. “Oh yeah. I’m definitely hungry now.” She runs a hand over her belly as she moves to stand next to me.

With tongs, I pile the salad into a bowl and pass it to her. “Take a seat and start with this while I make the sandwiches.”

“I won’t argue with that.” She strolls to the circular pub table and pulls out the stool.

A of couple minutes later, I’m joining her with a salad of my own and two turkey caprese sandwiches.

“Mmm. This is so good,” she mumbles around a mouth full of bread and turkey.

“I remember you saying that with something else in your mouth.” I smirk.

She playfully backhands my arm and swallows down her bite of food. “I’ve never once said that.”

“But you could.” I lift my sandwich to my mouth for a bite. My foot bounces on the foot ring of the stool. Curiosity takes over about the sex earlier. I didn’t expect her to be so responsive to the spanking in a positive way. She’s so strong and independent. I would have thought she’d want to turn the tables and spank me instead. If she’d asked, I would have let her. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m good.” She nods.

I set my sandwich on the plate. “Even after the… spanking?”

Pink covers her cheeks. “That was a first for me.”

“Did you like it?”

Her lips tip up into a warm smile. “More than I thought I would.”

“How’s your cheek? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” I rub my hand over her thigh and around the back to the top of her ass.

“I think you’re using that as an excuse to rub my ass right now.”

“I mean… It’s a bonus.”

She laughs. “It’s good. It feels good. Is that something you enjoy doing?”

I move my hand back to the top of her leg, my fingers leisurely stroke her inner thigh. “I’ve dabbled. Your ass is perfect so I couldn’t resist. Is that something we can do more often?”

“You better not stop.” She smiles up at me.

After lunch, we take a stroll along the sandy beach. The sheer rock faces rise dramatically from the water's edge surround the bay creating serene waters along the shore. With our hands linked together we soak up the sun and watch as a sailboat floats along the horizon.

I kick at a piece of driftwood. “I told my parents about you and the baby. They’d really like to meet you and Abby.”

“Are we at the meeting the parent’s stage of this friends with benefits relationship?” She peers up at me, shielding her eyes from the sun.

“Only if you’re ready. But they will be grandparents to our acorn.”

“True.” She rolls her lips between her teeth. “Okay. Let’s set something up.”

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