Bind Me - Page 138

“No, you aren’t,” I assure him.

His lips press together. “You need a break. Your pussy needs a break.” He hesitates and almost flinches when he says, “Maybe you should sleep in your own room tonight.”

That’s not happening.

I cup his cheeks and make him look at me. “Am I tired? Yes. A little sore? Yes. Do I want to sleep alone? Hell no. I don’t want to miss my night with you.”

His eyes soften as he presses a gentle kiss against my lips. “I don’t want to wear you out, love.”

I meet his fierce green eyes and give him a snarky smile. “You couldn’t if you tried.”

His lips spread into a grin that fills my heart. “You’ll regret those words, tiger.”

A little flutter goes through my belly at the promise in his eyes. I sure hope so.

We all grab our lunch and head to the table to eat.

“Everything going according to plan?” Seth asks.

Coop yawns. “All my tasks are handled. I just need to get a decent night’s sleep.”

He winks at me to let me know he’s teasing. I can’t help but feel guilty for keeping them up all night. We played two nights in a row, and it was fantastic, but at the cost of being half-awake at work. I’m supposed to be convenient, not distracting.

“Make sure you look up the Haverside account this afternoon. We don’t want to drop the ball.” Seth eats while he watches me.

His attention makes my pulse thrum with giddy anticipation. I’m still not wearing panties or a bra. He and I are the only ones who know.

It’s like this kinky little secret between us while they continue to discuss business. What would the others do if they knew? My pussy clenches. I may be a little sore but I’m also horny. Just one day without intercourse shouldn’t be that difficult to do.

Lunch doesn’t take long, and soon the others are heading upstairs.

“Help me clean up, princess.” Seth’s voice draws me back.

I return to the kitchen in confusion. “I loaded the dishwasher already.”

The exterior door shuts as the others leave for the office. Seth has his sleeves rolled up. There’s a bowl on the island. He waves me over.

“Come here.”

I walk around the island to stand beside him. He lifts me to sit on the counter and releases me.

“What are we doing?” I keep my eyes on his.

That shadow of a smile lights his lips. “Making you feel good.”

I glance toward all the things he’s gathered. A towel sits next to the bowl of water with steam rising off the surface, and inside the bowl is another glass dildo. My insides clench in anticipation.

“Lie back on the island,” he says and helps me lie down. “Unbutton your blouse and lift your skirt for me.”

My fingers tremble as I work the buttons open. Apparently, I’m not working fast enough for him as his hands gather my skirt up around my waist.

“Good girl.” He spreads my legs wide and I inhale.

I want him deep inside me, not another dildo. His warmer-than-usual hand cups my pussy, and I sigh.

“Blake is right. We need to give you some recovery time.”

I want to protest but I can see their point. Not that last night was rough, but the night before—taking both Coop and Noah inside me—and Blake was rough with me in the car yesterday… All of that followed by last night’s marathon might have been a little much.