Authors: Lena Matthews
“If you ever needed proof I love you, this would be it.”
“I assure you, I don‟t need proof. Although I would kill for a camera.”
Dean sent her a look that would have set water on fire. “Halla is far too young
to be without a mother.”
“Duly noted, Captain Bubbles.”
Dean spread his legs and then shook his hand, sending suds flying every which
way. “Get in here, woman.”
“Yes, sir.” She saluted him with a smile and then took his hand in hers.
Carefully she stepped into the tub and hissed a bit at the heat of the water. “Good
Lord! I thought you said it was getting cold.”
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“It is. Slowly.”
“A little too slow if you ask me.”
“You‟ll thank me once you sit. Not that I‟m complaining about the view,” he
said, sounding a little too pleased for her peace of mind. “Take all the time you
need.”
Creigh glanced behind her to see what had caused the change of his voice. She
knew instantly as soon as she saw where his gaze was centered. “Stop staring at my
ass.”
“Never,” he said emphatically.
“Pervert.” Turning back around, Creigh sank her teeth into her bottom lip and
lowered herself into the hot water. Once she was submerged up to her breasts, she
leaned back against Dean‟s chest and made herself at home between his legs. “This
is the life.”
“You haven‟t seen anything yet.”
The water began to bubble, giving credence to his claim. “A hot tub,” she
exclaimed with delight.
“Uh-huh.” Dean wrapped his arms around her. “Like it?”
“Love it! I may never go home again.”
“Why don‟t I believe that? Penny bet you‟ll be calling home before the night is
over.”
“Yes, but only to make sure they don‟t have A-mei tied up in a closet
somewhere. Not because I‟d rather be home.”
“Wouldn‟t you?”
“Can we take the room with us?”
“No.” Even though he was sitting behind her and she couldn‟t see his face, she
could definitely hear the amusement in his voice.
“Then I‟m good here. For the night.”
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“Sure you‟re going to make it all night? This will be the first time you‟ve been
away from Halla for more than a few hours. Think you‟ll survive?”
“I will; not sure they will though.” Creigh glanced down at her breasts. They
were a bit swollen but not much. It was a good thing she was beginning to wean
Halla or it might have been worse. The last time she‟d pumped was two hours ago,
during a quick break at work. She‟d have to do it at least once more before she slept
or she‟d pay in the morning. “I‟m going to have to find away to pump before the
night is over.”
Palming her heavy mounds, Dean squeezed her taut nipples between his
fingers. “I‟m sure we‟ll figure something out.”
“I‟m sure we will.”
“So…” She sat up a bit and reached behind her to take his hard cock in her
hand. ”Are we going to play hide the submarine?” The warm, soapy water made for
great lube.
Not one to be outdone, Dean released his hold on her breasts and worked his
fingers past her stomach and down between her legs. To her immense pleasure, he
slipped a finger between her nether lips and into her warm core. “If we do, I know
exactly where to hide it.”
Creigh released his cock and leaned back against him again. She parted her
legs even more to give him better access, forgoing his pleasure to focus solely on her
own. She knew it was selfish, but the feelings he was awakening inside her were far
too good to bypass. “Excellent choice.”
“Always my first.”
“Always?”
Dean chuckled. “Okay maybe not
always
, but a good portion of the time, for
sure.”
“That‟s what I
thought
.” The last word came out on a moan as he slipped
another finger inside her. “Ohhh.”
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“Cara.”
She whimpered. “Yeess.”
“Have I ever told you how much I love how wet you get for me?” With his free
hand, Dean cupped one of her breasts while he teased her sex unmercifully with the
other. “Just love it.”
“No.” She pumped her hips to the rhythm of his thrusts and squeezed her eyes
shut, almost unable to bear the pleasure he was giving her. “I don‟t believe you
have.”
“Well I do.” His fingers dipped farther into her tight sheath. “Nothings gets me
harder faster than the sight and feel of your wet pussy.”
Was there nothing about this man she didn‟t love? From his dirty words to his
talented digits, Dean knew just what to do to drive her wild. If wet was how he liked
her, all he had to do to keep her that way was never change. Everything about him
made her quiver and throb with desire.
“I‟m willing to bet if we weren‟t in this tub, you‟d have a river between your
legs. Am I wrong?”
“No. No, you‟re not.” Creigh moaned as he strummed her clit with his thumb,
unafraid for the first time in a long time of waking anyone. The freedom to be as
loud as she wanted increased her pleasure tenfold, as did the way he pressed his
palm against her clit as he thrust deeper within her.
“I didn‟t think so.”
“Oh God.” She could come just from hearing him speak.
Creigh arched her back and gasped, digging her fingernails into his thighs as
she rocked her hips. “I‟m so close.” She could barely hear her voice because of the
rush of blood ringing in her ears. “So fucking close.”
“We don‟t want that, now do we?” Dean whispered, then to her utter dismay
instantly stilled his hand. His abrupt movement caused her eyelids to fly open.
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“This part of we does.” She grabbed his wrist, holding his hand right where it
was. “I could have sworn you promised me orgasms. Many of them, if memory
serves.”
“I did, didn‟t I?” He strummed his thumb across her clit. Lulled into a false
sense of security, Creigh eased her grip on him, only to have Dean pull free of her
hold. “But I didn‟t say here, and I didn‟t say when.”
Creigh elbowed him in the stomach. His gasp only made her feel marginally
better. If she didn‟t love the big bully, she‟d kill him. Offering her a glimpse of the
Promised Land, then only delivering Candy Land was just evil. “You‟re mean.”
“But you love me.”
“That doesn‟t say much about me, now does it,” she complained, still too
worked up to forgive him just yet.
“And do you trust me?”
She didn‟t even bother to give his question much thought. She just answered
automatically as she weighed the pros and cons of reaching for the shower nozzle
and putting herself out of her misery. “Of course.”
“With your life?” he whispered against her temple.
She gave the nozzle one more longing look, then let out a heavy sigh. “Yes.”
“Your heart?”
Creigh smiled softly. Even as frustrated as he was leaving her at the moment,
he was the love of her life. “Oh yeah,” she said with feeling.
“Your…body?”
Creigh opened her mouth to respond, but then thought better of it. She turned
a bit in his arms and tilted her head to look up at him. “What are you getting at?”
“You said you owed me a present, right?” he reminded her, not that she needed
it.
“Yesss,” she said hesitantly, wondering where he was going with this.
“Then I know what I want.”
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Creigh narrowed her eyes. Something told her it wasn‟t a pornographic Spider-
Man card. “Which is?”
“Control.”
“Of space and time,” she asked hopefully. “Not sure I can give that to you.”
“Then how about you just give me control over you? For the next twenty-two
hours, your body is mine to do with as I please.”
Creigh rolled her eyes. “And how is that any different from any other night we
make love?”
“Because any other night you can say no.”
His words took her aback, as did his intense gaze. “And I can‟t tonight?”
“No.”
For a second, Creigh was dumbstruck.
He had to be joking. Right
? “Are you
serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
Heat pooled in her belly, and it had nothing to do with the scalding water.
“Sounds…risky.”
“Only if you don‟t trust me.”
Well since he put it that way. “Okay, I‟m in. On one condition.”
Dean cocked a brow. “Which is?”
“Next Valentine‟s Day, it‟s my turn.”
Dean smiled. “You have yourself a deal.”
“Then let the fun begin.”
Dean was pleasantly surprised by Creigh‟s response. There wasn‟t a doubt in
his mind she‟d be interested in giving up control. He just didn‟t think she‟d give in
so fast. He‟d been prepared to wear her down. But since she‟d agreed so readily, the
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only thing he had left to do was wear her out. A thought that made his already erect
cock throb in anticipation.
“First things first.” Dean glanced around the lavish room. “We need you to be
nice and clean so I can get you nice and dirty.”
“That‟s a little too complicated for me to follow.”
“Well remember you don‟t have to understand it. You just have to do as I say.”
“Rules, rules, rules. All right, lord and master, what shall I do first?”
Dean frowned. That sounded way wrong coming from his headstrong beauty.
“First, don‟t call me that again. Despite the rules, I‟m still me and you‟re still you,
none of that master and sub shit for us. But…if you‟re dying for something new to
call me tonight, feel free to use my other names: Stud, the Hammer, King Ding-a-
ling maybe.”
“Dean it is.” She laughed.
“That‟s what I thought,” he said as he spotted several small bottles on the
ledge above them. “Ease up a bit.”
Without saying a word, she leaned away from him, giving Dean the room he
needed to reach the bottle he wanted. Taking it off the shelf, he twisted the top off
and tossed it carelessly across the room. “Perfect.” He looked around the tub again.
“Well almost.”
Creigh glanced over her shoulder at him. “What‟s wrong?”
“I see soap, but no washcloth or scrunchie. I guess I‟ll have to go all barbaric
and use my hands.” A much more appealing idea.
Creigh let out a fake put-out sigh. “If you must.”
“Oh. I must.” Dean poured a good portion of strawberry-scented soap on his
hands. After setting the bottle on the ledge behind him, he rubbed his hands
together until they were slick and soapy, then raised them above his head. “Lean
back on me.”
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“Gladly,” she said with a smile before turning around and doing as he asked.
“You know this whole pamper me thing? I can get used to it.”
She wasn‟t the only one. “See that you do.” Having his sexy wife within fucking
distance without a kid in shouting distance was a cock-hardening experience that
bared repeating again and again and again. Not that he needed to escape from the
kids to get an erection. Sometimes he grew heavy with need just from watching her
walk across the room.
“So are you going to sit there all day or what?”
Dean pulled his impatient diva in closer to him, trapping his randy cock
between his abs and her lower back. “Definitely or what. Now what should I clean
first?” Without waiting for her to reply, he cupped her full breasts in his hands. “Oh
I know.”
She laughed, causing the bundles of joy in his hands to jiggle a bit. Damn, he
loved her tits.
Creigh tilted her head to the side and looked back at him. “Why did I know you
were going to start there?”
That was a no-brainer. “Because you know me so well.” Dean rubbed his
thumbs simultaneously over her nipples and watched with pride as they puckered
up like two dark blackberries. Her nipples were so responsive. So damn sexy he
could play with them for hours.
Dean took her pebbled peaks between his fingers and applied just enough
pressure to cause Creigh to gasp and wiggle her ass against him. His wife was no
shrinking violet. Under the right circumstances she was a fan of a little pain if it
was applied in the right area the right way. The way Dean had familiarized himself
with many, many years ago.
“If you keep that up,” she whimpered. “You‟ll get my milk going again.”
He squeezed one of her erect tips, then smiled when a bead of pearly white
liquid appeared. “And your point is what?”
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“It‟ll be messy,” she said as if her reply was obvious.
“And I say again. Your point is what?” Try as he might, Dean couldn‟t get her
to understand how sexy he found her. He knew there were some men in the world
who didn‟t find motherhood to be attractive. He wasn‟t one of them. Everything
about her body fascinated him, aroused him. Even things that probably weren‟t
supposed to.
“I thought the purpose was to get me clean.”
She was missing the point once again. “The purpose is for me to do whatever it