“You and me fucking both,” he mutters. Then, pulling away from me, he says, “I need to get out of here before I fuck you against this wall. I’ll take care of the bon bons and get the salads from Brynn. I want you in the bath calming the fuck down while I’m gone. And when I get back, maybe I’ll have sorted out the air con, too.”
“I can’t just take a bath, King. Someone needs to watch these kids of yours.”
“I’ll ask your mother to do it. You need some time out.”
God, a bath sounds like heaven. I can’t recall the last time I had one. It used to be a nightly ritual for me, but with all the chaos and exhaustion of the last few months, I’ve taken to collapsing into bed at the end of every day without even thinking of the bath.
He wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me close again so he can kiss me. “Fuck knows, I want you wired for my dick today, and at the moment, I’m half convinced you’re wired for my blood instead. Take a bath.”
With that, he exits the kitchen and I’m left thinking about his goddam dick. The man needs to know I think about it far more often than is productive.
I reach for my phone and send him a text.
* * *
Me: Just FYI, your dick is wired into my brain. I wake up thinking about it. I spend far too long thinking about it every day. And I think about it at night when I make myself come. I don’t need to take a bath to get me ready for it.
* * *
His text comes through a few minutes later.
* * *
King: Fucking hell, Lily. I’m hard as fuck here. Don’t send me shit like that when I have shit to do for you.
Me: Good. That makes two of us. You better work your magic tonight and make sure none of our kids are sick. If there’s no dick tonight, there will be hell to pay.
King: Get in the fucking bath.
Me: I love you too xx
7
Zara
* * *
Me: Is your air conditioning still not working?
Mum: I’m in the bath and feeling all relaxed and now you’ve gone and ruined it.
Me: Why are you in the bath?
Mum: King ordered me into it.
Me: Oh God.
* * *
I call her. God knows what’s going on over there.
“I’ve got at least another fifteen minutes in here, Zara. Can we not discuss the state of my air conditioning? I’m trying to stay Zen-like.”
“Zen-like? You wouldn’t know how to be Zen-like if you tried.”
“A girl can pretend.”
“Yes, any girl but my mother. It’s the Christmas Crazies, isn’t it? That’s why he’s put you in the bath.”