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  Yeah, you own me, my love. She slid forward, exposing her beautiful back, silently asking me to sit behind her. I sunk into the nice warm water, my legs finding their place on the outside of hers, using my hands to pull her back to my front. She giggled when I did so.

  “Do you enjoy having me wrapped around your pretty little finger?” I teased, kissing her neck.

  She giggled again then held her left hand above the water, exposing her Cartier princess cut diamond engagement ring. “I enjoy having this wrapped around my finger.”

  I smirked into her neck and pulled her hand to my lips, kissing her fingers and the diamond that represented her agreement to be my wife. “I enjoy it too. Means you’re going to be mine forever,” I murmured, nipping her finger.

  I heard her sharp intake of breath from my teeth gently wrapping around her finger. “I missed you, Ty,” she said in a low and very enticing voice. My dick was responding faster than my words, meeting her backside.

  I let go of her hands and palmed her chest. Fuck, they were so perfect. They molded into my hands, and I couldn’t help but start massaging them.

  “And now I can tell you missed me,” she giggled, wiggling her body against mine.

  “Yes. I believe certain parts of our bodies need to become reacquainted,” I said, beginning to suck on her neck. She moaned with pleasure, arching her back and pushing her chest into my hands.

  “What did you do at work today,” I asked between kissing and sucking her perfect skin.

  She let out a low groan. “Meetings.”

  I traced my tongue up her neck and to her ear, nipping her ear lobe. “Meetings with who?” Talking about our days while feeling each other up was such a turn on to me. Something about how her voice would get those little gasps whenever I would touch an extra sensitive nerve. But the second I asked with whom, her whole body stiffened and her back straightened. I reluctantly dropped my hands from her breasts and to her waist.

  “I met with the artist for ArtPrize.”

  “Anyone else?” I slowly asked.

  She cautiously turned and sat back on the opposite side of the tub, pulling her knees to her chest and biting her lip nervously.

  “What?” I asked in confusion.

  “I met with Lee Chino today.”

  It took all of me to not freak the fuck out when she said his name. Why was she meeting with him? Only RJ, Nathan, or I met with him. He wasn’t a typical client, and I sure as hell wouldn’t allow him to meet with Will, especially Becca. That man was dangerous. I couldn’t pinpoint it, but RJ and I were pretty damn sure Chino was the one behind the tear gas incident at my mother’s Valentine’s Day fundraiser. RJ wouldn’t give me any specifics on why he thought Chino was behind it, but I could read RJ. Any miniscule warm feelings about him and his piss poor attempt to be a father had melted into scorching lava. I was going to be a big molten wave of rage the second I saw him Monday morning. His ass better be ready for my wrath. I didn’t want Lee Chino within a 500 mile radius of my Becs.

  Keeping my face composed and unreadable, I went to respond to Becca. I didn’t want her to think anything was up with Chino. She didn’t need to feel scared around him, even though I was terrified for her to have any type of interaction with the biggest cocaine dealer in the Midwest.

  “Something wrong with meeting with Lee Chino?” I asked quietly.

  She fidgeted and stared down at the bubbles. “You tell me.”

  I had my mouth in a thin line. I needed to be careful how I reacted to her. She could read me like a book most days. “I understand why you’d be nervous. He’s a very well known figure. I’m sure you handled it fine.”

  Good answer. Yeah, hopefully she fell for it.

  Becca’s eyes met mine. She was doing it. Trying to read into my expression. “I don’t trust him. And I think you feel the same way.”

  I sighed and cocked my head. “Yeah, he does seem kind of sleazy, but most men of his stature are. It will be fine. I’m sure you had him eating out of the palm of your hand.” I reached for her foot, gently tugging it so her knee would pull from her grasp. She reluctantly let go, allowing me to bring her foot into my hands so I could start massaging.

  She relaxed. My lack of interest seemed to work.

  “I wouldn’t say that. He did seem to have good intentions with this project.”

  I cocked my head to the side. Good intentions? “What exactly would that be?”

  She settled further into the tub, closing her eyes as I kneaded the arch of her foot. “He’s building more furniture warehouses. He wants to bring that part of Grand Rapids back. It’d be good for the city.”

  Shit, he was actually going to build warehouses. Now I really needed to keep an eye on Mitch. “I see. So is this your account to handle from now on?”

  She let out a pleasing groan as I brought my left hand up her calf, massaging further. “No, I was just filling in for Will. He’s going to be in charge of the account.”

  “Good.” Her eyes flew open. Maybe I said that too fast. “I mean, you have a lot on your plate. Chino’s project sounds like a big account to add to your load.”

  Her leg tensed along with the rest of her body as she straightened her posture. “What does that mean? Are you saying I couldn’t handle that big of an account?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Then why can’t I handle it? I don’t have that much going on,” she grumbled.

  “Becs, you were just talking about how you were stressed about the wedding and the house,” I said nervously.

  “That has nothing to do with work.”

  Fuck. I was digging a hole. Blinking a few times, I went to my best way to distract her. I gripped her foot and pulled it to my mouth, gently kissing her toes and giving her big soft eyes.

  She took a sharp breath as her mouth dropped open.

  “You’re right. You could handle it,” I said as I nipped her big toe. “Forgive me?”

  She closed her eyes briefly at the intimate contact. “I guess.”

  Hole averted.

  “Shall we continue this in the shower?” I asked, picturing her delicious naked body beaded with water.

  She smirked. “Mmm, I think I’ll just get ready for bed.”

  I scowled. Was she toying with me?

  She giggled and pulled her foot away to climb out of the tub. “Don’t worry. I’ll be waiting for you.”

  I gave her a lopsided smile, quickly turning to watch her throw her robe over her body. I couldn’t wait to get out of the shower and show her how much I missed her.

  ***

  I quickly washed my body and hair, trying to ignore the massive hard on Becs gave me just by flirting. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. Shutting off the shower, I grabbed a towel and dried off. I pondered how I should play tonight. Should I tease her or not? She was in a playful mood, I could tell that much. I went into the closet and threw on a pair of blue boxers. If all went well, they would be off my body in no time but would be enough to help with the game I wanted to play with her.

  I walked into our nautical themed bedroom to find Becca sprawled on her stomach on the fresh white sheets reading an architecture magazine. She was wearing one of my white shirts, and sweet Jesus, she had on a pair of white lacy boy short undies. My eyes were glued to the delectable curve of her ass cheeks. Teasing her might be harder than I thought. I got the urge to focus on my favorite part of my Becs as I crawled on the bed over top of her.

  “That was a speedy shower,” she flirted.

  “It was. Take off your shirt. I want to continue your massage from the bath,” I commanded, anxious to see her tanned skin. I sat back on the bed, patiently waiting for her to obey.

  She sat up on her knees facing away from me as she slowly pulled the shirt over her head. My eyes greedily took in her bare skin and how her long, sun-kissed brown hair cascaded down her back. Fuck me, she was beautiful. She started to reach for her panties, but I grabbed her wrists from behind. “I want you to keep these on,
” I whispered in her ear. A shiver went down her spine from my voice. “Lay back on your stomach.”

  She relaxed into the bed, throwing the magazine to the side and resting her head on her arms. I straddled the back of her knees, my hands anxious to make patterns on her skin. My palms kneaded the backs of her thighs as my eyes were glued to her perfect ass. She had put back on some of the weight she had lost in December, and it all came back into her firm ass. It was mouthwateringly perfect.

  She groaned as my hands came just below her behind, my thumbs grazing her sex. She arched her back slightly but quickly put her stomach back flat on the mattress. My palms pressed up her spine and to her neck, rubbing and kneading out any of the tension that remained from the day. I glided my hands back down but this time stopped on her beautiful ass. I grabbed each globe and firmly flexed my hands. Each cheek fit perfectly in my grasp, and the urge to nuzzle her skin was growing. I wanted to take her from behind, but all in due time. She needed to be primed and ready. I liked to wait until she begged for it. She pushed her behind back into my hands as my thumbs grazed her sex again then back down the inside of her thighs. She groaned with pleasure when I squeezed harder.

  My nostrils flared as I stared down at my hands molding with her skin. My breathing was becoming deeper, and my dick was roaring and ready to go, pressing against her thigh.

  Why did I put on my boxers again?

  I shook my head; I needed to slow down and not get ahead of myself. Becs needed to be dripping for me before I greedily took her.

  “That feels so good, Ty,” she murmured.

  I smirked to myself. She was getting there. I slid my hands back up her back then slowly traced my fingertips back down, hooking her lacy panties in my fingers and pulling them down her backside and thighs to her feet.

  I was throbbing now, eager to move inside of her. The sight of her bare ass made me crazy with lust.

  I yanked down my boxers and tossed them to the floor, straddling her thighs again. I felt her shiver as our bare skin touched. I firmly placed each palm on her butt again, kneading even harder than before. Becca moaned louder and attempted to spread her legs farther apart, but I had her thighs pinned down with my weight.

  “Ty,” she whimpered.

  Oh yes Becs. Just wait a little longer. I shook my hands slightly, watching her skin move, making my mouth water with hunger. The carnal caveman in me was awakened, and the need to nip and kiss her overcame me. I brushed my thumbs along her sex again and felt her arousal. Then her scent hit my nose.

  Oh fuck. I needed to taste her now. Her glistening skin and essence made me wild, and I had no idea if she would be game for what was going through my mind, but I was sure as hell going to try.

  I took my weight off her thighs and pulled on her hips, wanting her on her knees. She took the hint and went on all fours.

  “Oh Ty. I’m so ready,” she groaned.

  I gripped both of her hips as I brought my lips to the middle of her lower back, planting a big wet kiss on her spine. She moaned again and pressed her hips backward, looking for some type of friction. I moved one hand from her hip and spread her legs apart farther, watching her head tip backward as she arched her body into me. I moved my lips downward, gently nipping each cheek, my moistened lips making a trail closer and closer towards her sex.

  Her legs were shaking with anticipation now, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I clutched her hips and ran my nose along her intimate lips. Her body stiffened.

  “Whoa… Tyler what are you doing?” she asked with a shaky breath.

  I ignored her question and gently ran my tongue up the outside of her folds.

  She tried to pull forward. “You’re very close to my, umm…,” she said nervously.

  She squirmed again as I squeezed her hips, digging my tongue deeper in between the lips of her sex.

  “Oh! Tyler I don’t know,” she gasped.

  I nuzzled her sex. “Oh, Becs. Please let me kiss you this way. Let me make you fall apart,” I murmured into her skin.

  Her breathing was heavy as her body stayed tense. If I could get a few more licks in she would relax some before that magic tightening happened throughout her body. It always took a moment for her to relax when I went down on her. Her dumbass ex-boyfriend wasn’t into it. Fucking idiot. If I could make a flavored gum of Becca, I would.

  I pulled my head back and gazed at her backside, the smell of her still fresh in my nostrils. “God this is so hot. I’ve wanted to kiss you from this position for so long baby doll,” I rasped moving my mouth back on her, completely ignoring her insecurities.

  She moaned louder and dropped her shoulders to the mattress, succumbing to my plea and opening herself up for a better angle. I groaned in pure pleasure as she pushed back into me, finally giving in to the sensation and forgetting about being apprehensive. My tongue darted out to enter her slickness, and I was in pure heaven. I loved to taste her. I loved how she quivered when I pulsed my tongue. I nuzzled her again, enjoying the feel of her glorious ass cheeks against my face. I withdrew my tongue from her entrance and found her pleasure spot, moving my tongue the way she needed to explode.

  Her legs started to quiver, and her toes began to flex. Her movements into me were becoming more rigid and demanding the more I pushed my tongue into her. I squeezed my hands around her perfect globes and worked her over as she fell apart in my mouth, moaning and grasping the sheets while her body quaked. I lapped her arousal pleasingly, becoming more and more turned on knowing I caused her unraveling.

  “Tyler please, I want you inside of me,” she begged.

  Usually, I liked to detonate her pleasure bomb twice before I gave in to my own desires, but I was so ready to feel her warmth tighten around me that I was willing to meet her demands.

  I sat up, keeping my hands on her hips. I pushed her back down so she was flat on the bed, my eyes glued to her ass making those perfectly plump mounds. I was going to plow into her from behind so I could watch that beautiful butt move with each of my thrusts.

  I straddled her again, guiding myself in between her legs and slowly filling her. She came up on her elbows, head bowing back as she sighed with relief. I pushed into her deep, holding still and relishing being completely surrounded by her. She tightened her walls, and I took a sharp intake of breath while rolling my eyes back. “Oh, baby, I love when you squeeze me like that.”

  She did it again but flexed her walls tighter. I growled then pulled out and pushed back in a fraction quicker than the first time. I opened my eyes and stared down at her backside, starting to move a touch faster. Her skin was doing just as I predicted, gently bouncing with each thrust. My hands found each cheek and squeezed again, causing her to moan.

  I moved faster inside her, my eyes growing even hungrier as I watched her butt bounce back into me. I was doing all I could to not explode right then and there. I wanted her to come again; I wanted her to come with me. She needed more stimulation. I pulled out of her and yanked on her hips so she was back on her knees. She gasped as I pumped back inside of her with more force, then reached around her waist so I could rub her most sensitive spot.

  She let out a garbled yes as I rubbed faster and thrust harder. I was losing myself inside of her, enjoying every small moan and cry that came from her luscious mouth.

  Then she gave in, contracting around me, crying out and pushing her hips back so I was filling her completely. I pounded into her twice more, coming hard inside of her. I fell forward over top of her, gently biting down on her shoulder as I twitched with my release. Once the spasms subsided, I rolled with her to my side, spooning my Becs as we both caught our breath.

  “God, I missed you,” I sighed into her hair. My arms were firmly wrapped around her waist, our legs tangled.

  “I missed you too,” she said quietly.

  Silence passed between us. I could have fallen asleep, but Becca seemed unsettled. She would normally roll over and snuggle into me, trace patterns on my chest and give me little kisses random
ly. I liked that, even if it sealed the deal for my slumber. Yeah, I felt bad when I’d pass out after we had made love and she wanted to pillow talk, but most of the time I couldn’t help it, and she rarely gave me grief.

  “You’re so quiet,” I murmured, moving my hand up and down her arm.

  “I’m just tired.”

  I sat up on my elbow and kissed her shoulder, hoping my movement would cause her to face me. She stayed put. “What else is bothering you, Becs?”

  She finally rolled to her side and looked up at me through her lashes, apprehension on her face. I moved my hand from her arm to her cheek, urging her to open up to me.

  “Talk to me, love,” I said softly.

  “Did you ever get into trouble in college?”

  I scowled down at her. I played baseball in college. I couldn’t get in trouble by mixing with the wrong crowd. I drank at parties but never got caught. That was the extent of my law breaking.

  “I was an athlete. I couldn’t afford to get into trouble.”

  She suddenly sat up, pulling a pillow to her chest, not looking at me. Confusion spread over me as I looked up at her.

  “So you never fought?” Her tone was accusing.

  Oh crap.

  My silence caused her to turn and frown at me. I ground my teeth, not wanting to relive what she was talking about. “Who told you,” I sighed, sitting completely up and leaning back on the white Beachwood headboard.

  “I think you should be telling me what happened,” she snapped. “Not asking how I found out.”

  I blew out air. There was no way around this. “It was complete bullshit is what it was.”

  Becca leaned back against the headboard and gave me her no nonsense look.

  I sighed and reluctantly began to tell my story. “Sometimes when I would drink in college, I got a little hot headed. Cooper was normally with me and would calm me down if I started to feel threatened. But there was this one asshole…” I shook my head in disgust. “He never knew when to shut his mouth.

  “Nathan and I were in the same fraternity in college. We would always go to parties together. Since he was older, I didn’t have to do all the lame shit underclassmen had to do. My baseball team took advantage of this as well. Nathan wasn’t your typical frat boy. He drank, you’ve obviously picked up on his habit.”