Sixty-nine: Hurt and disappointed

The cold water from the shower nozzles cascaded over them, as Jamie took his time to wash every inch of Cookie’s body. His skilled fingers rubbed her torso, down to her thighs, slipping between her legs to clean her up and she let out a little whimper, her body sagging against his, with her eyes closed. He chuckled and lightly kissed her neck.

“I wish I could stay here forever,” she murmured, releasing a deep breath.

Jamie chuckled again, loving how she was melting against him.

“You had that luxury for a month but you chose to spend more than half of the time in bed, with me,”

“And whose fault was it?” she snapped back but again, he laughed.

“Not mine, but I made sure you had a good time, didn’t you?” he latched onto her neck, drinking in the droplets of water from the shower and taking his time to suck hard on her soft spot until a hickey was beginning to form.

She released a deep moan, feeling like putty in his arms as he toyed with her body.

“You know we’re running late right?” she