Consummation By J.Hallmark Chapter 3

Republisher’s Note: Michelle is getting Danny ready for his bath.

Consummation By J.Hallmark

Chapter Three — No Hesitation

Danny sat back in the chair, a dazed smile on his face. He looked at Michelle as she came out of the bathroom, wiping her hands on a small towel. “You love me?” he muttered under his breath.

“Yeah,” she responded with a smile, and as before, she knelt before him. “Now,” she leaned back on her haunches, “you need a bath. You’re covered with smoke and soot and,” she paused and briefly shut her eyes, “blood. You need a bath. There are bubbles and soothing herbal salts and lavender and rose-scented soap,” he grimaced, but she blithely continued “you can take a shower tomorrow and use something manly, but tonight, I’m in charge.” She began untying his shoelaces.

“Michelle, I can untie my own shoes.”

She smiled up at him, the flirty minx’s smile that never failed to arouse him, “but I want to do my wifely duty.” She laughed lightly and pulled his shoes off. He smiled and shifted slightly in his chair. She leaned up and began unbuttoning the front of his dark grey shirt, while he undid his cuffs.

She pulled it off and the shirt went sailing to the floor. Michelle pressed her hands against his bare chest and lightly ran her palms over his warm flesh. Danny let out a long sigh that ended on her name, “Michelle.”

Her fingers fell to the front of his pants. She undid his belt and then the snap and then his zipper. “Up,” she commanded softly and he lifted his hips up, his eyes transfixed on her face — her smiling, sultry eyes, the flushed line of her cheek, the tantalizing curve of her lips. Those lips curved even more as she pulled his pants down and slid them off. He settled down again, expecting her to back away and leave him to take care of himself.

But she didn’t.

“Up,” she said again, her voice rising slightly on the one word. He quirked an eyebrow at her and with just the slightest hint of warning in his voice, made her name a question, “Michelle?”

She just smiled and repeated her one word, “up.” He stood up. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his grey, silk boxer shorts and her smile dimmed slightly as her breathing quickened. He swallowed and looked up at the ceiling as she slowly, gingerly pulled the boxers down.

Her eyes rose up his body and she met his expression with a smile, “your bath awaits you. Let’s go.”

He didn’t hesitate.

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