Justin. For the first time in her life, she thought of herself as Trish, not Patricia—her mother had been relentless in insisting on her full name. From the day she had met Justin, he had shortened her name.
At first, she hadn’t liked it. However, when faced with the prospect of alienating the single sexiest man she’d ever met, she had meekly accepted the moniker without correcting him. Over time, she had grown used to it, and now it felt like a punishment when he called her Patricia.
Justin’s chest pillowed her head, and her legs were twined with his. She lay listening to his even breath and enjoying the regular rise and fall of his chest. Before long, nature called. Slowly, she raised her head.
“Where are you going?” Justin’s voice didn’t sound as sleepy as it should have.
She looked up to find his steady gaze clear and blue, no hint of clouds. “Bathroom. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.” He shifted, and she disentangled her legs from his. “I miss holding you like that. How about we shower together? That’s something we haven’t done in a while.”
“Yes, Justin.”
He sat up and grinned. “I like hearing you say that.”
Trish bowed her head proudly. She liked seeing his smile. Knowing she’d done something to bring him happiness made her feel almost giddy inside. She headed to the bathroom, and he joined her before too long.
The steady hiss of the shower spray filled the large bathroom. On the counter, Trish found her favorite brush among the bath products Justin had arranged on the counter. Oasis hadn’t let her bring many of her own things, but they were here. Justin’s thoughtfulness touched deep.
He’d always been thoughtful. Even though he hadn’t been home much since the kids had been born, he always remembered the little things. When their eldest daughter, Mikayla, expressed an interest in costume jewelry, he began bringing her eclectic pieces home from each trip. When the tin of chocolate in the freezer ran low, he filled it even though he didn’t care to eat it himself.
She had been so wrapped up in the problems in their marriage that she had let herself forget the things she loved about him in the first place. She needed to focus on appreciating what he did well and less on how he fell short. Justin seemed better at not holding her faults against her. She could learn from him.
Trish pulled out her ponytail and dragged the brush through the tangles. In the mirror, she watched Justin reach out to take the brush. “Let me.”
When they had first become intimate, he used to watch her brush her hair, but he’d never asked to do it. Surprised, she relinquished possession. After a few tentative strokes, he settled into a rhythm. He followed the glide of the brush through her hair, a soft caress that soothed her and made her feel cherished. When he finished, she melted back into his embrace.
Steam wafted from over the top of the shower’s glass doors. He dragged a hand over her ass. “The marks are gone, but it’s still radiating heat. How does it feel?”
She knew she would be sore tomorrow, but every protest of her muscles would be a reminder of what they’d shared. “It turns me on when you do that.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Good. I have plans for us in the shower.” The brush clanked against the marble countertop. With a hand on her hip, he guided her into the shower.
The inside looked a little different from what she expected. The stall shower could easily fit a few more people. Water issued from spouts on three walls. Along the back side, a low bench curved from the plastic surround. A bar hung from the ceiling, and vinyl restraints dangled from it. Justin lifted one of her arms and secured her wrist to the restraint. He repeated the action with her other arm. Warm water soothed her skin from three sides, spraying everywhere but directly into her face. Justin removed one showerhead and brought it closer to wet her hair. He
At first, she hadn’t liked it. However, when faced with the prospect of alienating the single sexiest man she’d ever met, she had meekly accepted the moniker without correcting him. Over time, she had grown used to it, and now it felt like a punishment when he called her Patricia.
Justin’s chest pillowed her head, and her legs were twined with his. She lay listening to his even breath and enjoying the regular rise and fall of his chest. Before long, nature called. Slowly, she raised her head.
“Where are you going?” Justin’s voice didn’t sound as sleepy as it should have.
She looked up to find his steady gaze clear and blue, no hint of clouds. “Bathroom. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.” He shifted, and she disentangled her legs from his. “I miss holding you like that. How about we shower together? That’s something we haven’t done in a while.”
“Yes, Justin.”
He sat up and grinned. “I like hearing you say that.”
Trish bowed her head proudly. She liked seeing his smile. Knowing she’d done something to bring him happiness made her feel almost giddy inside. She headed to the bathroom, and he joined her before too long.
The steady hiss of the shower spray filled the large bathroom. On the counter, Trish found her favorite brush among the bath products Justin had arranged on the counter. Oasis hadn’t let her bring many of her own things, but they were here. Justin’s thoughtfulness touched deep.
He’d always been thoughtful. Even though he hadn’t been home much since the kids had been born, he always remembered the little things. When their eldest daughter, Mikayla, expressed an interest in costume jewelry, he began bringing her eclectic pieces home from each trip. When the tin of chocolate in the freezer ran low, he filled it even though he didn’t care to eat it himself.
She had been so wrapped up in the problems in their marriage that she had let herself forget the things she loved about him in the first place. She needed to focus on appreciating what he did well and less on how he fell short. Justin seemed better at not holding her faults against her. She could learn from him.
Trish pulled out her ponytail and dragged the brush through the tangles. In the mirror, she watched Justin reach out to take the brush. “Let me.”
When they had first become intimate, he used to watch her brush her hair, but he’d never asked to do it. Surprised, she relinquished possession. After a few tentative strokes, he settled into a rhythm. He followed the glide of the brush through her hair, a soft caress that soothed her and made her feel cherished. When he finished, she melted back into his embrace.
Steam wafted from over the top of the shower’s glass doors. He dragged a hand over her ass. “The marks are gone, but it’s still radiating heat. How does it feel?”
She knew she would be sore tomorrow, but every protest of her muscles would be a reminder of what they’d shared. “It turns me on when you do that.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Good. I have plans for us in the shower.” The brush clanked against the marble countertop. With a hand on her hip, he guided her into the shower.
The inside looked a little different from what she expected. The stall shower could easily fit a few more people. Water issued from spouts on three walls. Along the back side, a low bench curved from the plastic surround. A bar hung from the ceiling, and vinyl restraints dangled from it. Justin lifted one of her arms and secured her wrist to the restraint. He repeated the action with her other arm. Warm water soothed her skin from three sides, spraying everywhere but directly into her face. Justin removed one showerhead and brought it closer to wet her hair. He
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