Victorious(24)

“I really have to guess?”

Smiling down at me, devilishly handsome first thing in the morning, he says, “I want to f*ck you in the shower.”

My entire body reacts to his gruffly spoken words. “I am feeling rather dirty.” To make my point, I tighten my internal muscles around him again. That’s when I realize he’s already hard again.

“Shower. Right now.”





I discover I’m a big fan of shower sex after being pressed face-first against the tile wall and thoroughly taken from behind by my ravenous husband. His fingers dug so deep into my hips that I have no doubt there will be bruises, but I loved every second of it. But now I’m really sore.

“There’s other stuff we could do,” he reminds me when I tell him we’re out of business for the rest of the day.

“What other stuff?”

Still standing behind me, he delves his fingers between my cheeks to press against my back door. “We could play here.”

Every time he touches me there, I go lightheaded with desire and burning curiosity.

“Play how?”

“Fingers, toys, my tongue, my cock…” His erection is hot against my back, as if he hasn’t just come twice in half an hour.

“Now?”

“Not until we talk to your doctor friend.”

Moaning in frustration, I say, “I’m calling him right after we get out of this shower.”

Laughing, Flynn shuts the water off, making me laugh, too.

I towel off, put my robe back on and head straight for my phone, where I see I’ve received a reply from Curt. Working in the home office tomorrow—we got snow, too. Call me any time. Happy to chat with you and Flynn.

“He says we can call him any time.”

“What’re you doing right now, Mrs. Godfrey?”

“Calling Curt.”

Wearing only a pair of tight boxer briefs, Flynn heads for the door.

“Where’re you going?”

“I need coffee for this conversation, and I’m going to get someone to take Fluff out for us.”

“Put more clothes on. I don’t want anyone to see you like that.”

He comes to me. “Feeling possessive of what’s yours?”

“Yes. Is that allowed?”

Tipping my chin up, he kisses me. “Everything is allowed, sweetheart.”

While he tends to Fluff and makes coffee, I return Curt’s text. He suggests a Skype session and sends me the info we need to connect.

“Are you okay with that?” I ask Flynn.

“Sure, whatever works.”

“Okay, I’ll tell him we’ll call in half an hour.” I return to the bedroom to dress in jeans and a turtleneck sweater. Opening the blinds in the bedroom, I look out on the winter wonderland New York has become overnight. Naturally, there’s a sea of yellow taxis sloshing through sludge the plows left behind.

I join Flynn for a quick breakfast of coffee, cereal and fruit.

“You okay?” Flynn asks.

I realize I’ve been staring off into space, thinking about my dream last night. I’ve decided the timing was a coincidence. If I contemplate the possibility that it wasn’t… “I’m fine. Shall we make that call?”

“Let’s do it.”

I scoop up Fluff as I leave the kitchen and follow Flynn into his office, where there’s a big monitor that he plugs into his laptop. He brings a second chair into the room from the kitchen, and I sit next to him.

A minute later, Curt pops up on the big screen before us. He looks the same as I remember, maybe a little grayer around the edges.

“Ah, there you are,” he says. “You look wonderful. And there’s Fluff, too.”

“She’s going strong at fourteen. Curt, this is my husband, Flynn.” I laugh. “And I think that’s the first time I’ve introduced him as my husband.”

“I’m honored to be first,” Curt says, “and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Flynn. I’m a big fan of your work.”

“Thank you, it’s nice to meet you, too. Thanks for being there for Natalie when she needed you.”

“It was always a pleasure to work with her. What can I do for you today?”

We exchange glances, and Flynn nods for me to go ahead. “I know it goes without saying that we’re a little leery after what happened with David Rogers.”

“Which was unfathomable. I knew him a little, and what could’ve driven him to betray you so badly… You have nothing to worry about where I’m concerned. I assure you of my utmost discretion.”

“I told Flynn we could count on you. Thank you for that.” Suddenly nervous, I clear my throat. “Since we spoke last week,” I say haltingly, “I’ve discovered some additional facets of my husband’s personality. Specifically, he’s a sexual dominant.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I kept that from Natalie before we were married because I had myself convinced I could live without that before I could live without her.”

“And how did Natalie find out?” Curt asks.

“Through a series of unfortunate events,” Flynn says. “I take full responsibility for failing to tell Natalie something she should’ve known about me before she bound herself to me for life, and I take full responsibility for her hearing about it from someone other than me.”