“C-can I?”
A low rumble leaves my chest. “I love that you ask. Yes, slave. You can come for me.”
I pump into him a few more times, and he lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard as he clenches around me, his orgasm hitting him so hard I feel it around my cock. I come a moment later, unable to hold back.
I’m breathless when the pleasure subsides, small ripples still coursing through my body. I rest my forehead against his flushed back and try to catch my breath.
My cock softens, slipping out of him, and I look down at my cum dripping from his hole. I drag my finger through and shove it back in, wishing it could stay there all day.
“Keep it in there,” I say.
He clenches, holding it in.
I wrap my arm around his waist and press my chest to his back, hugging him to me. My chest is full of warmth and contentment—something new to me. A little overwhelming.
Eventually we sit back in the tub, but it’s no longer hot and half empty, so we don’t stay for long. I stand to get out, but Cassius stops me.
“Let me do it.” I raise a brow. “Slave, remember?”
I watch him as he carefully steps out of the bathtub and makes his way to the towels that are piled on a rack. He lays a few along the floor to soak up the water and make it so neither of us will slip.
My heart clenches in my chest.
He comes back over, offering me his hand. I stare at it for far too long before taking it and getting out of the tub. He takes a step toward the towels again, but I pull him to me. He slips, but I catch him and hold him in my arms. His wrap around my waist. We’re chest to chest, and I stare into his eyes, wondering what it is about him that makes me want him so badly.
I tilt his chin up and kiss him gently, a soft press of my lips. He looks confused when I pull back, but all I do is smile.
Chapter Thirty
Cassius
Harmon gave me Monday off since I had to work Friday and Sunday. I told him I was fine to keep working, but he insisted. I won’t lie—I am disappointed.
However, I do appreciate the extra time I get to spend with my sisters.
Cammy and I go out for breakfast after dropping Chrissy off at school. Then we drive an hour to the mall to spoil the hell out of Chrissy for her birthday since it’s next week. She has no idea what we have in store for her—we’ve never been able to celebrate birthdays before, but this year, we’re going all out. She’s already at the age where a birthday party won’t be the cool thing to do, but it will be her day, and we can do everything and anything she wants.
We spend way too much money on her. Clothes. iPad. Headphones. Makeup. Jewelry. Everything we see that we think she will like, we get it. Because we can.
“Oh my god,” I say with a laugh, pointing to a cut-out of a model outside of a luxury clothing store. “I met that guy.”
“I’m sure,” Cammy says with an eye roll.
“No, seriously,” I say as I stop at the cut-out. “I met this guy this weekend. He was one of the models trying out for Harmon’s commercial.”
Cammy gives me a look like she doesn’t believe me. “Funny. I’ve heard about this weekend about five times already today, but I didn’t hear anything about meeting a bunch of models.”
I groan as we keep walking, our arms full of bags. “That’s because you can’t take your eyes away from your phone for a second to listen to me.”
“What was that?” she says, holding her hand by her ear.
I give her a shove, and we both start laughing.
We make our way to the car and get to school just in time.
“Can we please get coffee?” Chrissy asks once we’re in the car.
“Girl, you’re an addict,” Cammy says.