“Rhys said to Allie as they soaked in the claw foot bathtub later that evening. She leaned back, all sudsy and drowsy, and touched her foot to his groin. Gently flicked his balls with her toes. He groaned deep in his throat. “Tight fit in the tub, but we could find a position.” “I’d rather soak,” she was honest. “I’m…sore.” Her words stroked his ego. They’d had sex two additional times since they’d left the bed. Once in the storeroom while selecting a new sweat suit for him. Her pink terry cloth... robe gaped from hip to ankle when she’d bent over the cardboard box. He’d gotten hot. Gone primal on her. Taken her against the wall. She’d liked wild. He had the scratches on his shoulders to prove it. Shortly thereafter, she’d mixed up her sexy syrup. Both nude, he sat on a kitchen chair, and she drizzled it, down his body. She’d straddled him on the chair, then gone down on her knees before him, kissing, licking, and sucking raw maple syrup shot with bourbon from his every inch.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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