Daddy Undercover (Crescent Cove 9)

She tipped her head back against my chest. “Eventually, I’ll need to actually stay at my apartment.”

I bit her shoulder. “And why would you go and do that?”

She peeked up at me. “Because I don’t live here, silly.”

I plucked at her nipples, using the soap to slip around in between the firmer pulls. “You belong here with me always.”

She did this little sigh-moan combination that always made a lump form in my throat. Utter pleasure and happiness lived in that sound. Lived in me each time I heard it.

I coasted one hand down her soft belly to the apex of her thighs. “Were you wet from getting me off in the car?” I found the silky folds of her pussy and traced my lips along the shell of her ear. “Did you wash that away too?”

“Maybe.” Her voice was soft and more a groan than words.

I cupped the suds that sluiced down her skin along her belly. “When I came on you and you wiped it off, it made me unreasonable.”

She blew out a slow breath. “I’m not sorry. I liked watching you lose control.”

I scraped my teeth down her neck. “No, you like when I take control.” I gently widened her feet, so she was open for me. “Hands on the tile, Bee.”

She quickly did as I asked. Enough that I grinned into the skin between her shoulder blades. “Always so good for me.” I opened her a little more and positioned her hips so I could drag the head of my cock through her folds.

She pressed her forehead against the tile and shuddered.

“So wet for me.” I crouched a little to line us up and drove into her. “This is where I belong.”

“Yes.”

“Inside you. Coming inside you every night, every day.” I gripped her hips and thrust into her again and again.

She slapped the tile and pushed back on me for more. I lifted one foot and put it on the bench at the end of the shower and powered up into her harder. My stomach muscles cried out at the position and the endless strike of my hips against her ass, but I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

The hunger I had for her was never ending. As if I’d stored it all up in the years that we’d known each other, and I had to let it go somewhere.

I curled my arm around her to steady her and she took it all. Took me because she was made for me.

Her leg shook, and still, we came together again and again. She perfectly clasped me as I lost myself in her warm, wet body.

One hand dropped back on my shoulder as she gripped behind my head, her nails digging into the nape of my neck. I leaned forward to drag my teeth along her flesh as I reached around to where we were joined.

My cock threaded through my fingers as her swollen pussy took everything I gave and returned only pleasure. I needed her as consumed by me as I was consumed by her. I strummed my fingers over her clit until her tiny tremors turned into quakes.

She hung on to my arm and my shoulder as I kept trying to get to that end, but I didn’t want to find it.

I never wanted to find it with her.

But her cries into the room and the sweat from the steam were already sending me down the dark tunnel to oblivion. She shouted my name, and I had no choice but to follow her.

My spine burned with the force of my final strokes and I managed to turn her chin in time to fuse my lips to hers. I swallowed the last of her cries and the flood of my release finally left me sagging against the wall with her.

“Bee. My Bee,” I said against her neck.

She twisted in my hold, looping her arms around my waist and tucking her face into my neck. We just held on to one another for a few minutes then quietly finished our shower.

It felt like something had changed between us. Each time we came together like that, it got more intense instead of leveling off.

I wrapped a towel around her and kissed her forehead. “How about we go get our kid?”