Fulfillment(9)

After Charlotte was born, I, like most women after having children, had stacked on the kilos and struggled to lose them for months and months. I had found myself sinking into a hole of misery and depression, and I sure as hell didn’t want to find myself back there. Being in that state of mind was horrible; I had felt shitty, been bad-tempered, and I’d never slept well. I’d had no energy, physically ached all over, ate nothing but crap, and made really bad lifestyle choices. All in all, I was just downright horrible to myself and the people around me. So I knew that if I didn’t maintain the healthy lifestyle I had now become accustomed to, I would head down that terrible path again, and I was not about to let that happen. Bryce was just going to have to back the fuck off. This was my body, my baby—okay, our baby—but my body, and I knew how to look after it, not him. Well no, that is somewhat of a lie. He does look after my body exceptionally well, especially when he combines his hands and mouth...and...Stop it, Alexis.

I stepped into the shower and, shortly after, Bryce appeared at the door holding my breakfast and a cup of tea he had made.

“What are you doing?” I asked him frustratingly.

“You didn’t eat your breakfast.”

“I don’t want it,” I hissed at him. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

“You are going to eat your breakfast, even if I have to come in there and feed it to you myself.”

“Seriously, Bryce, you are being an overbearing pain the arse. I’m not hungry right now. If I become hungry after my shower, then I’ll eat.”

“Alexis, you have just had a workout which you haven’t done in a while. You need to replenish your energy levels.”

“Bryce!” I yelled, and moved to the opening of the shower to glare at him.

He stepped forward so quickly I barely had time to react to the piece of toast he assertively pressed into my mouth while steadying me with his arm at the same time. I choked, spat half the contents back out, and freed myself from his grasp.

“What are you doing?” I glared at him as I wiped my mouth, stepping back further into the water and retreating into territory he would not enter due to him being fully clothed.

“I told you I would feed you myself, and I will, so I suggest you eat,” he said firmly, displaying a slight smirk on his face and holding out some more toast.

You stubborn—overprotective—overbearing—sexy—domineering—son of a bitch. If you want me to eat that then you will have to come in here and do exactly what you threatened. I turned my back to him and went to wash my hair, and almost instantly he had me pinned up against the wall, holding both my arms above my head with one of his own. He had on a pair of suit pants and a shirt which were now completely soaked.

“You will eat your breakfast, my love,” he said with a calm, low and incredibly sexy authoritative voice.

Squinting my eyes at him, I opened my mouth to take a bite of the toast. Luckily, his shower was in fact huge, and where he had me pinned against the tiles was not directly in the stream of water.

I bit down on the toast and quickly consumed it. “Let me go,” I mumbled.

“No. Not until you have eaten the whole piece.” I hate you right now, but you are so fucking hot all clothed and wet, and the only thing I want to eat is you.

I opened my mouth for another bite, so he obliged by placing the remaining bit of toast inside. He kept a firm grip on my hands while he pierced me with his wanting eyes. I could see his desire for me and could read him like a book, which was one of my favourite forms of communication with him. I loved how we were both able to stare into each other eyes and know what we felt, wanted and needed. Right now he wanted me, and right now I wanted him. But I could be just as stubborn, and until he promised to back off in relation to exercising, I had no plans in giving in to his dick-tational tease.

I opened my mouth again, prompting him to lean forward.

“Do you want this, Ms. Summers?” he whispered, as his lips delicately brushed over mine. Yes, fucking hell, yes.

“No,” I breathed, not breaking our stare and letting him know that I was now in control. “I want more food.” I licked my lips very briefly.

His eye twitched and he pressed his body harder against mine, then slowly, he let go of my hands and dragged his fingers down my arms, stopping and hovering them just over the top of my breasts. He quickly slammed both his palms onto the tiles on either side of my shoulders and pushed himself back from the wall, fire and lust burning in his eyes.

Running his hands through his hair and smoothing away the wet strands from his face, he turned and walked over to the plate he had placed on the basin. He picked up a piece of bacon and the cup of tea he had made me then stepped back into the shower. Slowly, he made his way over to where I was positioned with my hands still above my head, having deliberately kept them there with the sole intent to force him to feed me like he had threatened. He must have understood my intention, because he placed the hand holding the bacon back to its original spot, resuming his hold above my head.