Page 56 of Beneath the Midnight Sky
“Oh okay,” he replied, but then he scooped me up and started carrying me out of the room and toward the stairs.
“Ro! I need to clean up. The brushes will dry like that, and they’ll be useless,” I whined.
“We won’t be long,” he said with a smirk.
I giggled as he sat me down in the master bathroom and turned on the shower.
“I don’t believe you one bit.”
“Good, I was lying. I’ll buy you some more, angel, but you’ll have to work off the price,” he jokingly growled.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked as my teeth sank into my bottom lip.
His eyes darkened at the sight. “I have a few ideas.”
No part of me doubted I wouldn’t love those ideas, so I started undressing for my cowboy.
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YES PLEASE
Rowan
I watchedher strip the clothes from her curvy body and toss them onto the floor, but I leaned against the sink and watched. Not making a move toward her yet.
She took a step toward the running water and paused, looking back at me. “Are you coming?” she questioned. I knew what she wanted, but I wanted to prove a point first.
“I’ll be along, leave the door open,” I replied.
Aspen stared at me, the confusion as clear as a cloudless day in her eyes, but she’d understand soon enough. She stepped beneath the spray, and I watched in fiery fascination as the water hit her chest and streamed down her stomach and thick thighs.
The shower was a walk-in style with a clear glass wall and entrance, and then a black and white tiled wall and floor. There was a small bump out that could serve as a seat it needed, but the rest was open. It was easily big enough for three of me to comfortably stand in, which had been my intention, I just never imagined it would come in handy for something like this. There were two shower heads. One that was attached and stuckout overhead, letting water fall down like rain. The other was a handheld one that had to be turned on separately when used.
She glanced back over her shoulder at me as she used her hands to rub body wash over her shoulders.
“Enjoying the show, cowboy?”
“Oh, the show is just getting started, little angel. Do you remember my instructions this morning?” I asked casually. Her hand froze midway down her arm, and her eyes widened as it all came back to her. She was lucky I had the tracker already implanted, so I knew she was here in her studio; otherwise, with everything going on with her ex, I would’ve panicked. I wasn’t mad by any means. I just worried about her safety with that nutball still on the loose. Wyatt hadn’t been able to locate him; his phone was back at his house in Vegas, where it hadn’t moved or been used in five days. Which meant he left it behind and was more than likely using a burner—if he had a phone on him at all.
“Okay, but listen, I get caught up sometimes. I’m sorry, Rowan,” she started, her eyes giving that pleading look that I only enjoyed when it was done in lust from her knees.
I held up my hand in an effort to stop her. “Aspen, little angel, I don’t want an apology in the form of words. I’m expecting a show right now.”
She released a breath, and her lips formed a small‘oh’. Her hands started slowly moving down her arms again. “I can do that,” she said as she turned and leaned against the wall, her hands slipping down over her breasts.
“Squeeze them, angel,” I growled as my jeans were beginning to feel tight as fuck. Her fingertips glided along and circled her nipples before she gently pinched them between her thumb and pointer finger. “Harder.”
She gasped as she did what I said. “Fuck, Rowan,” she whispered.
“Turn on the other shower head, Aspen, and pull it down.”
She stared at me for a moment before reaching over and turning the lever that turned it on. She pulled it from the holster and let the water run down her chest as she stared at me, waiting for instructions. I stepped out of my boots and pulled my shirt off.
“Rinse off, little angel.” I watched her release a quick breath as she started to rinse the soap from her body. When she started rinsing around her hips, I smirked and unbuttoned my jeans. I told her to stop, and she looked back up at me, waiting. I knew her pulse was racing, waiting for what I’d tell her to do, and I loved it—the power and control she allowed me to have over her, even if she was truly the one in control the entire time. The power given to me was just an illusion, but one I loved and cherished because it came from her.
I pushed my jeans and boxers off in one swoop and then stepped into the shower, standing next to the controls for the shower head. She stared up at me as the water was running down between her thighs, and I stared back as her gaze slid down to my cock. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she stared—I knew she wanted to touch me, and I was happy that she’d learned that during this game, she had to listen.
“Spread your legs apart, little angel,” I murmured gently. Her gaze snapped back up toward mine, and she stepped her feet apart. “Good girl, now I want you to grind that little cunt of yours against the shower head.”
