Chapter 6

6

VIOLET

I was usually more of a night person, but starting my morning by giving Brodie my virginity had given me so much energy that I felt as though I could tackle my entire month’s to-do list all in one day. Toying with the small hoop ring through his right nipple, I tilted my head back to smile at him.

“I had no idea that orgasms are better than coffee.”

He stroked his palm down my spine to cup my butt cheek. “Anytime you want one instead of caffeine to give you a boost, let me know. I’ll provide you with as many orgasms as you need, whenever you want 'em.”

“I will definitely keep that offer in mind.” I squeezed my thighs together, feeling a slight ache where he’d just been with a slight wince.

“After you recover.” He brushed his lips against my temple. “Hurting you when I popped your cherry couldn’t be avoided, but I’m not gonna do that again by taking you too soon.”

I appreciated how in tune he seemed to be with what I thought and felt, putting his observation skills to use for my benefit. “Nothing a nice hot bath won’t cure.”

“I’ll run one for you.” He dropped a quick kiss on my mouth before sliding out of bed. Smiling down at me, he asked, “Do you have any girly shit you want me to put in the water?”

I nodded, laughing softly. “Yeah, I have a bunch of stuff in the cabinet under the sink. Pick whatever you want to dump in there. And I like my baths extra hot.”

“Will do, baby.”

I cuddled against the pillow he used last night, pressing my nose into the cover and dragging his woodsy scent deep into my lungs. It was too bad that all of my toiletries smelled like flowers or fruit because I would’ve happily walked around surrounded by Brodie’s scent all day.

When I heard the shower turn on, I made a mental note to check in there to see if he brought his own body wash. If so, I was going to borrow it at some point. And maybe buy a bottle for myself…or a dozen since I was already addicted to his smell.

I must’ve drifted off again because the next thing I knew, Brodie lifted me off the mattress to carry me into the bathroom. The tub was already full, and he dipped one of my toes into the water before asking, “Temp okay?”

“It’s perfect,” I murmured, rubbing my cheek against his bare chest.

“Careful, baby.” He set me in the tub, and I rested my head against the rolled-up towel he’d put on one end.

The citrus scent of my favorite bath salts hit my nose. “Mmm, exactly what I needed.”

“I’ll check on you in a little bit; make sure you don’t fall asleep.”

“Good idea.” I smiled up at him. “Too bad you’re so big, or else I’d suggest you join me in here.”

“That’d defeat the purpose of the bath, baby.” He crouched down and tugged on a lock of my hair. “You and me, naked in a tub together, would end up with lots of orgasms your tight pussy isn’t ready for yet.”

“Stupid virginity,” I muttered with a pout. “If I’d gotten rid of it before?—”

“Don’t,” he growled before capturing my lips in a punishing kiss that left me breathless. “That cherry was mine, just like every other part of you.”

I gently pushed against his shoulders. “You better stop with that caveman talk unless you want me to pull you in here with me.”

“You have no idea how much I want that,” he groaned, standing again. “But unfortunately, I gotta do what’s best for you. Stop tempting me and take your bath.”

“Yes, sir.” I winked at him and giggled, making him shake his head with a sigh.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered as he strode out of the bathroom.

Finally realizing that the only thing he had on was the towel wrapped around his waist, I gasped. “Stupid sleepy brain. I didn’t even really get to enjoy the view.”

I must’ve been louder than I thought—or he just had great hearing—because he called, “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have plenty of other chances to look as much as you want.”

“I better,” I muttered to myself as I slid deeper into the hot water, determined to let the salts work their magic on my muscles so I could do something about how sexy he was when I next had the chance.

Thirty minutes later when I climbed out of the tub—after he had checked on me twice—I had to admit Brodie had been right. I really had needed to give my body the chance to recover from losing my virginity to him. I felt so much better, without any twinges as I got dressed.

Brodie was fiddling with his surveillance equipment when I walked into the living room. “Hungry?”

“Famished.”

His rakish smile made me think he wasn’t just talking about food, but the rumble of my stomach made me focus on breakfast before I tried to talk him into testing out how much the bath helped my sore pussy.

“Any special requests?” I asked.

“After what you fed me yesterday, I’m going with chef's choice.”

I rubbed my palms together with a smile. “Excellent.”

I dug through the fridge and pantry to pull out the ingredients I needed for one of my favorite breakfast dishes, quiche. I rarely bothered to make one since it was a lot of effort for just one person. But Brodie had a hearty appetite—in and out of bed—and I wanted to impress him.

Luckily, I had a homemade butter crust in the freezer from the last time I baked a pie since it was easier to make a big batch and save the extra crusts for later. All I had to do was pop it in the oven for ten minutes while I prepared the quiche base. Since I was feeding Brodie, I went heavy on the meat, adding about double the amount of chopped ham than I would normally use, along with a lot of freshly grated cheddar cheese.

While it was in the oven, I made a pot of coffee and chopped some fresh fruit. Brodie joined me in the kitchen when the timer went off, and I pulled out the pie pan.

“Lasagna and brownies last night and quiche for breakfast?” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his chest against my back as he peered over my shoulder. “You’re gonna spoil me, baby.”

I twisted my neck to grin up at him. “Considering all of the orgasms you gave me, I think the same could be said for you.”

After brushing his lips against my neck, he stepped back and patted his six-pack abs. “If you keep feeding me like this, I’m gonna have to work out more.”

Turning around, I wagged my brows. “I can think of a fun way to burn off calories.”

“Are we exchanging food for orgasms?” he asked with a laugh.

I shrugged. “Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

Cupping my chin, he swiped his thumb across my cheek. “Meant it when I said I’d give you as many orgasms as you want, baby. No paybacks necessary.”

“I mean…I can also think of fun ways to pay you back. Like making you come, too.”

He tugged me close. “I’m gonna have my hands full with you, aren’t I?”

I bit my bottom lip with a giggle. “In more ways than one.”

“Feed your man, baby.”

“Grab a cup of coffee, and I’ll get our plates ready,” I suggested, stepping away from him to grab a knife.

“How do you take yours?” he asked.

I shouldn’t have been surprised that Brodie was making a cup of coffee for me too, without my asking. He’d already shown how considerate he was, but something about the moment's domesticity struck me as so sweet. “A splash of cream and two spoonfuls of sugar, please.”

Brodie plowed through everything I made as we sat together and ate. At my look of surprise, he teased, “What? I burned a fuck of a lot of calories making you come.”

“That you did,” I murmured.

After we finished, he cleaned the kitchen before returning to his surveillance equipment. While he was busy, I got comfy on the couch, using my e-reader to pull up the manuscript for the next book I was going to record. I liked to read through the projects first so I could make notes of any names or words that might trip me up. That way, I could ask for clarification from the author or publisher before heading into the sound booth.

It was the same thing I’d done a hundred times before, in the same spot. But it felt so much better sharing the same space with Brodie even though we weren’t doing anything together.