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He took advantage of the position to pinch her nipples, bearing down with pressure until she gasped. The pain made things tighten inside her core. The movements picked up speed as she worked her muscles around him.

The climax seemed to extend for an endless minute as his hands settled on her hips and guided her movements when they started to falter. Her head tipped back, and a long liquid sound of pleasure filled the room. He became less passive, thrusting up as she came down.

It bordered on uncomfortable when he hit her deepest places. She hadn’t had foreplay to prepare her, outside of her own dirty thoughts. And even with foreplay sometimes when he hit the back wall it hurt, but it was a pain that she liked.

The deep inner ache pleased the part of her that was turned on by roughness. Instead of easing back a little it spurred her to spread her legs a little wider, so she sank as far down as she could go, taking him all the way in. She worked to meet every stroke. Each one added to the coiling feeling inside of her until she came again.

A heavy warmth rolled through her body, spreading pleasure to every nerve. She tensed; her muscles tightened. Her core convulsed around him rhythmically drawing him to the edge until he his ass left the bed and he cried out.

Both of them were a sweaty mess afterward but she had no regrets. They took a shower together and it almost inspired a second performance, except that the steam made him cough. She hustled him out of the shower and into warm clothes as soon as it started and then she fed him chicken noodle soup.

They both went to bed early. She slept well. Her fears had been eased by the sex, and she was sure he was on the road to recovery.

Chapter 7

Sam hadn’t thought he was up for sex, but when Charlie woke him with her mouth that quickly changed. He enjoyed himself and it had been long enough that he didn’t feel guilty about giving in about the punishment.

The exercise took a lot out of him though, and he was ready for another early night. Charlie joining him was a surprise, but maybe all the worrying had worn her out. He just hoped she wasn’t catching what he had.

He took a large dose of cough syrup and nighttime cold relief before he went to bed. It gave him a heavy deep sleep. He didn’t wake until mid-morning, probably the latest he’d slept in years.

His half-hearted attempt to go over to the barn was thwarted by Charlie who had already been in contact with Ben. “Everything is fine. He said not to worry.”

So, he stayed home and sat in front of the fire while Charlie worked at the table. He dozed on and off, not really aware of how much time was passing. Eventually she came over to join him, pushing a mug of soup into his hands as she curled up by his side.

He didn’t have the heart to tell her he was tired of soup already. It was pretty much all he’d eaten for almost two days. Of course, with his throat so raw he didn’t really have much choice.

As much as he’d enjoyed cuddling with Charlie in front of the fire, he was starting to get tired again. “I think I’m going to head back to bed and get some more shut-eye. Still tired.”

“That’s a good idea. I’ll get you tucked in and then get some more work done.” She got to her feet and held out a hand to him.

He rolled his eyes but let her pull him to his feet. “Tucking me in, huh?”

“Look, when you’re sick, you get babied. I don’t make the rules, Sam.” They continued to tease back and forth as he climbed into bed and stretched out with audible relief.

She grinned as she pushed her stuffed bunny into his arms. “There, he’ll keep an eye on you.”

Sam started to laugh and, for the first time since he’d woken up, it sent him into a coughing fit. She watched with a pinched, worried expression until he was finally able to catch his breath, but he waved it off. “It’s just because I’m laying down. Congestion is always worse when you’re flat.”

He made a show of pulling an extra pillow over and tucking it behind his back to make his point. “See?”

Charlie didn’t look convinced but when he continued to breathe freely, she finally relaxed. “Okay, if you need anything call me. I’ll be right in the other room.” She dropped a kiss on his forehead and then gave the bunny a kiss too, before she left him to rest.

It amused him. Charlie didn’t have a Little side. For her, the Daddy thing was just kink. She just wasn’t interested in anything beyond that, but occasionally he could see hints of her inner child peeking out, especially when it came to her ragged old stuffed bunny.

Sam could remember her as a child dragging it around with her everywhere she went, and insisting it be included in their games. He knew that the way she interacted with the toy was something only for him to see. In a very real way, it was evidence of her trust in him.

It was just one of the special gifts Charlie had given him. Her loving attention as she did her best to take care of him was another. He couldn’t even be irritated when she hovered over him, because he knew that it was just because she loved him.

Despite feeling totally exhausted it took him longer than he expected to fall asleep. Sam listened to the homey sounds of her in the kitchen while he drifted in and out of a twilight haze. His mind revisited the thoughts of marriage that he’d been playing with the other day, and it turned into a daydream of them walking down the aisle together.

His head was starting to throb and his reassurances to the contrary he had a feeling the fever was back too. The daydreams should have been a distraction but at some point, he slipped into sleep, and they turned into something darker. The nightmares drew on his fears, and whatever sounds from the real world intruded.

The combination left him tossing and turning while he muttered and groaned. As his fever rose, he began to sweat again, soaking through the sheets until they clung to him. The feeling of being trapped heightened the dreams until his struggles were loud enough to bring Charlie in, but Sam was barely aware of her shaking him.

She woke him, but he would drift away again before she could get him up. “Sam? Sam, wake up, we need to cool you down,” she was saying. But the words seemed to come from far away and they didn’t really make sense.

Why would he want to be cooled down when his body was racked with shivers? He was so cold. “Need blankets,” he mumbled. Either the words were incomprehensible, or she hadn’t heard him because she didn’t cover him like he wanted.

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