Page 178 of Her Beast

Julia set her hands on her hips and growled right back.

He released his eager cock, defeated by her utter adorability. “It is in a silver tin in my bathing chamber—near my shaving things.”

She smirked triumphantly and padded into the other room, her generous rump bouncing enchantingly.

“Where is the spot that needs it?” she asked when she returned with the tin.

He lifted his left arm and pointed to his side.

She winced. “Oooh, it’s bleeding.”

“Just a little.”

“What happened?”

“Sometimes I twist or turn the wrong way.”

“Is it alright to put this directly onto it?”

“Yes, rub it in well.”

She scooped up a bit of salve and dabbed it on.

“You can rub harder than that, Julia. It doesn’t hurt.” In fact, it felt damned good. Far better than Norris’s hand.

“That’s plenty,” he said after a moment.

“Anywhere else?” she asked, her expression charmingly hopeful.

“A bit here.” He pointed to his forearm.

She squinted. “It’s not bleeding.”

“No, but it’s sore,” he lied.

Once she’d finished, he pointed to a spot just above his knee. And then near his hip.

“Anywhere else?” she asked yet again, so eager to help that Malcolm shouldn’t be such an arse, but he couldn’t help it.

“Right here.” He pointed to his cock. “On the end.”

She gawked, frowned, and then slapped his shoulder.

“What?” he protested, fisting the base of his erection and struggling to keep a straight face. “It really does… ache”

She snorted and turned, as if to take the tin back to the bathroom, but Malcolm caught her arm.

“Come up on the bed,” he said, taking the tin and tossing it aside while she complied. “Straddle me,” he ordered after she’d clambered up beside him.

Once she was settled, he put his hands on her waist and stared up at her. “Thank you,” he said, serious. “That felt good.”

She gave him an unusually shy smile.

“What is it?” he asked, tracing a finger across her soft belly.

She shrugged.

“Tell me, Julia. I can be quite a determined nag,” he warned, his words a teasing echo of hers from earlier.

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