She eagerly obeyed his demand, grabbing his shoulders and lifting herself almost off his cock before impaling herself again. God, this feels good. He rarely let her control things like this, and it nearly brought tears to her eyes when she considered why he was doing this.
He’d manipulated her into being completely under his command while giving her the reins. He was fully dominating her, but not in a way that might scare her tonight. And she loved him for it. It empowered her to fuck him harder. Faster. She lifted and lowered with so much force that water sloshed all around them.
Her arousal grew by the second, drowning out the shitshow of a day. It felt so fucking good. And when her pussy clenched around his cock, gripping him with her release, she cried out and kept pumping.
She didn’t stop until Jason grabbed her hips to steady her. She dropped her gaze to his and watched his own release reveal itself in his expression. Mouth open. Eyes unseeing. Breath hitching. And finally, that low moan he emitted every time he came.
She did that to him.
He did this to her.
When she couldn’t hold her body up any longer, she slumped against his chest as his hands roamed up and down her back. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome, little one.”
The water was growing cold, but she didn’t have the energy to move. Instead, she hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close. “Please burn that dress.”
“First thing in the morning.” He chuckled.
For a long time, she continued to lie there, relaxing slowly, the tension easing from her body as his hands roamed over her. It was comforting. She knew he was waiting for her to decide when she wanted to get out, and she fought the tears of joy and love that welled up inside her. “I love you,” she murmured.
“I love you too, baby girl.”
“I might say that a lot this week.”
“I might too,” he responded. “We don’t have to keep a tally.”
She sighed heavily. “I just need a few more minutes before we get out.”
“Take all the time you want. I can hold you like this all night.” His leg shifted, and a moment later, the water came back on. He was adding hot water to the tub.
She was the luckiest woman on earth.
Epilogue
One month later…
Jason was yanked out of sleep when the bed shifted and Libby’s gasp filled the room. He immediately turned toward her, finding her sitting upright, her chest rising and falling.
He set his hand on her back to help ground her. This was a frequent occurrence. The nightmares. For the first few weeks after her kidnapping, she’d woken up screaming at least once a night. In the last few weeks, her nightmares had become less frequent.
“I’m right here, Libby,” he soothed, letting his hand slide up her back. “You’re okay.”
She turned toward him, drawing in a long deep breath before lowering onto the bed, facing him. “Sorry.” She set a hand on his cheek.
“Don’t be sorry, baby girl. I’ve got you.” He pulled her closer so that their bodies were aligned and brushed the hair from her forehead. He could see her perfectly well since he’d put a nightlight in the room weeks ago.
She rarely slept at her condo anymore. In fact, the lease was almost up, and she would be moving in with him permanently soon. “That one was different. You didn’t scream. Want to talk about it?”
Her brow was furrowed for a moment and then she surprised him with a slow smile. “It wasn’t the abduction. It was my mother this time.”
He groaned. “Your mother? You stress out about her enough when you’re awake. Now she’s infiltrating your dreams?” They’d come a long way in the past month. Maria Garcia had even been civil toward Jason. She’d even looked him in the eye a few times without scowling. He knew she still wasn’t pleased with his existence, but she kept her mouth shut. Her gratitude for his part in rescuing Libby outweighed her ingrained dislike for his skin color and country of origin.
Libby sighed and wiggled even closer to Jason. “We were at the dinner table, and she pretended to accidentally spill most of the pot of coffee on your lap.”
He chuckled. They were going to Libby’s parents’ house for dinner tomorrow night. It wasn’t surprising that Libby was anxious about it. Her mother would undoubtedly say something that would get under Libby’s skin. “I’ll be sure to put my napkin in my lap to protect my skin just in case,” he joked.
She groaned. “I hate that she gets under my skin.”
Jason rubbed her back. “Baby girl, she’s your mom. They are supposed to get under your skin. She’s come a long way. Last time we went over there, she didn’t growl at me a single time. She even offered me a glass of water.”
Libby drew in a breath, holding my gaze. “I love you. Thanks for putting up with me.”
Jason flattened his palm between her shoulder blades and kissed her lips. “I love you too, and I’d put up with anything as long as I have you in my life. Are we going to tell her you’re moving in?”
Libby smiled and wiggled her eye brows. “Already did.”
Jason gasped, his eyes going wide. “You did? You told her? When?”
“The other day when I went by to get my photo albums. Slipped it right into the conversation like it was no big deal. You’d think I was an adult and all,” she teased.
He was stunned and pleased. “How’d she take it?”
Libby shrugged. “She didn’t say a word for a while and then changed the subject. I think she decided to pretend I never spoke. It’s possible she won’t acknowledge it at any point, but the important thing is that I told her. I left your address on the kitchen table
