Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(24)

I’d been so lost in the moment, mesmerized by his overwhelming masculinity and ability to drive me halfway to the nuthouse with lust, that I’d been doing my best to catch as much of it as I could in my mouth, lapping at the flying sperm and frantically swallowing to make room for more. Nothing and nobody besides Austin had ever made me let go of myself like that. Why couldn’t I live in the moment more often?

That’s what I needed to do. Maybe this morning wasn’t all I dared hope it might be, Austin wasn’t here to sweep me up in his arms and tell me I was something special, but last night… I was the center of the universe.

The sound of a keycard in the door struck a lightning bolt of fear down my spine. Was it time for the maids to come through already?

I tried to spring to my feet to bolt to the bathroom, but I had no spring left in me. My stiff muscles responded so sluggishly that I had to abort the maneuver and cover myself up as best I could. I yelled something about not being ready for house cleaning and prepared for the most humiliating moment of my life.

Despite my instructions, the door swung open like in a nightmare… only to reveal Austin there, carrying a plastic bag at his side and giving me a funny look.

He came back.

“Don’t worry, if you like the room like this, I won’t clean it,” he said.

“Oh… um… sorry, I thought…”

Austin waved my explanation away. “I know. Hey, I… uh… I got you some breakfast. I’m… sorry, since we’re married and all I should probably know this, but I didn’t know what you would like. I just got all kinds of different shit. Pancakes, fruit, a cinnamon roll, those little boxes of cereal, yoghurt, whatever. Really made the diner guy’s day with this order.”

A lump was forming in my throat, and the more I tried to hide it the worse it was. It was so damn silly too. Such a little thing.

He came back… and he brought me breakfast in bed!

“What are you crying about?”

I wiped my eyes on the back of my hand and sniffed. “N-nothing. Um. Thanks for thinking of me… I know that’s not in the contract.”

The awkward look on his face made me snort-laugh, as if he was already uncomfortable enough with doing something nice for somebody without me adding to the predicament with getting all soppy. I gave my eyes one final wipe and sniffed again before clearing my throat.

“I usually have a banana cut up on top of my cereal.”

Austin reached into the bag and pulled out a small bunch of bananas, giving them a little shake. “You’re in luck. You wanna eat here, or at the table?”

“What I’d really like is a shower first, but… I can barely walk today.”

I blushed and Austin’s smug-count went up a couple of points, though without any hint of mockery. He put the bag down on the side of the bed.

“Well, since I’m partially responsible for that, let me help you.”

“Partially?” I asked.

Austin didn’t answer. Instead he tugged on the sheet, pulling it off my naked body. I held on to it for a second, then let go. It was nothing he hadn’t seen already anyway, right?

He looked me up and down, then licked his lips. I had no reason to think it was in anticipation of the breakfast he’d brought up.

Rising to his feet, he scooped his arms under my knees and armpit. The tips of his fingers lightly touched the side of my breast as he lifted me with ease, like he was carrying me over the threshold again.

I looked up at him and sighed contentedly. The corner of his mouth rose a little. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said he was enjoying himself.

Luckily for me, one corner of the shower was shaped in such a way that a poor sex-ravaged girl could sit down on it. Austin set me down there and turned on the taps, making sure the temperature was right before twisting the showerhead so the wonderful warm water blasted down on my legs.

I wriggled my toes as the warmth started spreading upwards. It felt heavenly. Austin pulled his clothes off and stepped in with me.

My eyes went wide and I sat up straight, my back pressed against the cold side of the shower. He was so casual about it, but the sight of him still sent waves of excitement and fear through me.

Last night had all started so fast and just kept on going, I barely had time to think about how unusual it was to be anywhere near a naked man. Now, there was no such luxury. I was naked. In a shower. With…

Holy shit, he’s so HOT!

“Close your eyes.”

He detached the showerhead and got it good and close to my head, ruffling my hair with his free hand to help the water soak in.

Not the first time he’s made you wet, huh?

I clamped my mouth shut against another snorting laugh as Austin used one of the complementary miniature shampoo bottles and got up a good lather. It was like having a head massage and, oh my gosh, it felt good.