Page 87 of Over the Line

“Uhm…”

“Tur-tle?” he asked.

“Damn you. You know I can’t use a slow word now, Sir.” She narrowed her eyes. “You did that on purpose.”

“Then the sooner we get this over with, the better.” Before she could argue any further, he flipped her over. “Lift your hips off the mattress.”

“I’m glad you can’t see me blushing.”

He spanked her right below her buttocks. “Enough stalling.”

Yelping in shock, she offered her ass.

“Better.” He grasped the base of the plug. “Now bear down.” Once she had, he was able to remove the toy. “Not so bad, was it?”

“Says the Top. You try being the sub.”

“I’m clear on our roles,” he told her, lips quirking into a smile. “And you should be, as well.” Climbing from the bed, he went into the bathroom to rinse and sterilize the plug and dispose of his condom.

By the time she joined him, the shower water was warm, and steam filled the room.

“Some of those marks are going to last a few days.”

She looked down at her body. “Good.” Like he had done, she traced a couple of the more prominent ones.

He entered the shower unit and invited her in.

“Most men don’t share their shower.” She looked at him.

Once again, he was unexpectedly struck by her bright blue eyes. The orgasm had drained his testicles, but the sight of her naked, wet body and slightly parted lips was enough to knock him in the solar plexus. “I’m not most men,” he reminded her.

“That’s becoming obvious, Sir.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Scary.”

Maybe for him, as well.

Earlier, he’d had the unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome thought that she belonged to him.

Odd for a man vowing to protect his heart.

Claiming a woman who spent most of her time away from home, looking for adventure, wasn’t a smart move.

Too bad he was no longer thinking with his brain.

Michael lathered the soap and washed her breasts and stomach before moving his hand between her legs. “Turn around,” he instructed, moving his hands over her back and shoulders.

She braced her palms on the tiles, surrendering to his ministrations.

Continuing, he bent to cleanse her buttocks and legs.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said when he detached the showerhead to rinse her off. “That feels so good. My muscles were a little more cramped than I thought after being tied up. I could stay here all day.”

“I’d let you,” he said.

He reached for one of the towels he’d tossed over the glass door and offered it to her as he helped her out of the enclosure. “I’ll finish up, then I’ll be right behind you.”