“Um, sweetie, I appreciate that, but already done. See?” He tapped his stubble-free chin.
She rolled her eyes. “No, Sir. I’m going to shave your body.”
“What?” He stepped back, bumping against the cool tile wall.
“Don’t you want to look your best tonight?”
“Okay, Leah. Time out, or red light, or stop sign, or what the fuck! Huh?”
She looked at him as if explaining to a child. “We’re going to the club tonight. You need to look your best.” She stepped forward. “I shave Master all the time.”
Well, come to think of it, he had noticed Kaden was a little lacking in the body hair department from the hips up, but he hadn’t really put much thought into that, or what lay below Kaden’s belt. It wasn’t exactly on Seth’s top-ten list of fantasy thoughts, that was for sure.
“Why?”
“Because it looks nicer.” She reached down with her free hand and trailed her fingers along his shaft, which immediately responded, dang traitor. “And, if you use a cock ring, it won’t get caught in your hair—”
“Whoa!” He grabbed her hand and tried to shift his hips away from her. “Holy fucking shit, you’re going to shave my balls?”
“Yes. Besides, it’s better for me. I don’t have to keep spitting out hair.”
Wormhole. He was back to the wormhole theory. “Honey, I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but I’m not sure—”
“Please, Sir?” She turned the puppy-dog eyes on him.
“Aw, fuck no. Leah, babe, come on. Cut me some slack.”
She pressed her naked body against him. “Please, Sir? I just want you to look your best.”
He wouldn’t be looking his best. That was still probably a month or two away at least, provided he kept up a workout schedule of some sort. He still looked like a pig next to Kaden. Although, compared to many of the people who were regulars at the club, he was stick-thin.
Those freaking lethal green eyes of hers. She’d figured out how to twist him around her finger years ago, nearly from the first moment they met.
She damn well knew it, too. Now she used them to her full advantage.
He closed his eyes and fought the nausea churning in his gut. “You aren’t shaving my legs, right? That’s just freaking creepy.”
She laughed. “No, silly.” She gently pulled him away from the wall. “Just stand here and spread your legs a little. I’ll do everything.”
He refused to open his eyes. “You know, I’ve already been circumcised. Don’t go taking any more off me.”
She laughed again. “Master will tell you I do a very good job.”
“This isn’t exactly a conversation two guys have over coffee. ‘Hey, dude, how well does your wife shave your balls?’”
She laughed, loud and hard.
Okay, well at least got that daily mission out of the way.
When she quit laughing she started on his back, which only took a minute. Not that he’d ever paid much attention, but he must not have been very hairy back there. He stood quietly while she lathered his chest and shaved him, working her way south.
He nervously gulped but still stiffened as she slowly took her time and shaved his groin and sac. He barely dared to breathe. She apparently had total confidence in her skills.
When she finished she rinsed him off, then dropped to her knees again and ran her tongue and lips over his throbbing shaft.
Okay, this made it worth it. No doubt about it. He leaned against the wall and gently fisted her hair as she went down on him. The feel of her fingers over his now nekkid balls felt different, and not in a bad way.
One more adjustment he’d get used to. If she could keep her pussy shaved—and apparently, that was exactly what she did—he supposed he could let her do this.
He’d had more almost-sex in the past few days than he’d had real sex in the past few years. And the best sex—almost or not—of his life, to boot.
How pitiful does that make me?
His best friend’s wife.
She gripped his hips and wouldn’t let go as he came, taking every last drop until he finally had to gently tap her on top of the head.
“Okay,” he hoarsely whispered.
She sat back on her heels and smiled up at him. “Now, wasn’t that nice?”
He laughed and rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why I bother even trying to stand up to you.” He helped her to her feet. “You’re going to drag out the secret weapon every time.” He pulled her into his arms.
“No, Sir. Not every time.”
It felt so…weirdly right holding her. Like she fit his body. How would it feel to have his cock buried in her?
He kissed the top of her head. “Okay, out you go. I’m sure Master wants breakfast. Don’t keep him waiting. I’ll be out in a few.” What he needed was a few minutes alone to settle his brain.
“Okay.” She kissed him before stepping out of the shower. When he was alone in the bathroom again, Seth turned the water as hot as he could stand it, let it practically scorch him, then turned it cold and forced himself to stand there for a minute before shutting it off.
It was going to be a long. Fucking. Day.
Chapter Thirteen
Seth kept his eyes on the road and not on Leah’s short skirt. Fuck, this was the world’s longest, weirdest, and simultaneously the best and worst dream possible. This couldn’t be his new life, could it?
When they pulled up outside the club, Seth threw the Lexus into park and stared at the sign. He felt Leah’s eyes on him as he took a deep breath. He needed to do this. He’d promised.
God, please don’t let me fuck this up.
He shut the car off and stepped out. He walked around, grabbed the duffel bag from the trunk, then opened the car door for her. She didn’t move at first. He realized what he’d done.
Fuck, I’m screwing up already.
He held out his hand to her. She took it, pressing her lips to the back of his hand and casting her eyes down.
“Thank you, Sir.”
It felt creepy and weird and good all at the same time, hearing her talk to him like that.
He’d promised. He had to do this for them. “Let’s go, Leah.”
She held his hand and walked close at his side but let him lead the way.
Inside the foyer, Seth nervously scanned the people there, looking for Tony. He spotted him talking with someone in a corner and held up his hand in greeting.
Tony nodded, finished his conversation, and walked over. He shook Seth’s hand. “Hey, Kaden called me.” He looked at Leah. “How are you?”
Leah glanced up at Seth. For a second, he wondered what the hell was going on. Fuck. His second screwup.
He nodded.
She smiled at Tony. “I’m okay. Thank you for asking.” She was a good liar. He almost believed her, would have if he didn’t know how much this was ripping her up inside.
He gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, trying to comfort her. He wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her and let her cry on his shoulder, but that wasn’t something she could probably ever do.
If he wanted to help her, he needed to do what Kaden told him to do.
What she needed him to do.
Tony guided him through check-in and helped him sign up for a turn at the bench. In his mind, Seth tried to run through everything Kaden had taught him, the list he’d memorized. The rules.
He looked at Leah. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?”
She nodded.
He led her to the doorway, waited for her just outside.
Never take your eyes off her unless she has to go to the bathroom.
Never leave her alone.