Chapter Nine
Spencer
Istretched in my chair in my home office, careful of my injuries. It was nice to have all the comforts of home. While I was taking the rest of the week and working from home, on Monday I was going back into the office, more for my own mental health than anything else.
Really, I liked to leave work at work. When I was working in my home office, I was usually reading journal articles, watching documentaries, or researching new innovations in my industries, unless I was holding a meeting in other time zones.
Still, there was work to be done. Yes, I had good people helping me to run my company, and it would be fine without me, but I liked my work. Also, I didn’t enjoy being behind on things–or letting people down.
But I was done for the night. Fatigue pressed down on me even though a glance at the clock told me it wasn’t that late. Should I go see what everyone else was doing?
No, I think I’d take a shower. Yes, that sounded good. Perhaps Grace would come to snuggle with me later? She’d been tucking me in at night, which I adored, even if she usually slipped out at some point.
But, I couldn’t keep her all to myself. Much or often. Taking off my glasses, I closed my laptop and left my office.
Going into my bathroom, I turned on the water in my shower, stripped, and climbed under the warm spray. Should I wash myself? Yes. But I was more tired than I’d like to admit.
The door opened, and a naked little blonde slipped inside. “Hi. Can I wash you?”
“I’d like that more than anything, Darling.” Yes, please put your hands all over me.
She frowned at my incision. “Can you get that wet?”
“Yes.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Are you sure? Never mind, your company probably made the stitches.”
“They did. You can wash it too. But you have to use the green soap.” I nodded to the bottle of green soap next to my usual body wash.
Almost too gently, Grace washed my body. Bending down so that she could wash my hair was difficult, but the simple actions of her caring for me felt good. It made her feel good, too.
She got out and put on the robe I had for her, then got mine. “Come here.”
“Thank you.” I got out and let her put the robe on me.
Grace led me to the bed, sat me down, and got the hair brush I usually used on her. Climbing behind me, she began brushing my hair, just like I did for her.
Sometimes taking care of someone was more than the actual actions, it was giving them purpose and confidence.
Right now, I could feel that she needed to take care of me–and I was going to let her.
“That feels really nice,” I told her, the motions almost hypnotic.
“I’d rub your back next, but I’m not sure if you should lie on your stomach,” she said.
“You could just rub my shoulders while I sit here. That would feel nice.” I pulled her in for a kiss.
Grace plugged in the oil warmer, peeled off my robe, and hung it up. Taking the warm, lavender-scented oil, she rubbed my shoulders.
“Oh, right there,” I gasped.
Her strong little hands continued digging into the muscles, trying to soothe out the knots and stress.
Grace took off her robe and hung it up next to mine. Naked, she climbed onto my lap and kissed me.
“Would you like a happy ending now?” Her eyes gleamed.
“I would.” I kissed her. Yes, I was feeling like much more than snuggles.
“On the bed. Get on your knees, Darling.” I patted her ass.
Grace got on her knees, presenting for me beautifully.
I stroked her back. “You’re always such a good girl for me.”
“I like being good for you,” she breathed, her scent flaring with desire.
That she was. I helped myself to her sweetness, making her nice and ready for me.
“Please, I need your cock,” she begged as she orgasmed. “Please, Daddy.”
How could I deny that?
“I’m all yours.” Bracing my hands on her hips, I plunged inside her, delight shuddering through me as the room filled with desire and our scents.
That. That was what I needed to get better. I needed to be inside my baby girl.
Shifting my weight a little, I continued to plunge into her over and over, until I couldn’t hold myself off any longer.
“Do you want my knot, Baby Girl?” I growled, knowing very well that she did.
“Please.”
I thrust deep inside her, knotting her as I filled her up. My hand brushed over her stomach as I recalled our conversation about children. Perhaps one day.
Our bodies shuddered, and I carefully rolled us onto our sides so that I could hold my darling close.
“You take such good care of me.” I peppered her face with kisses, then tracing them down to get to her bond mark, which was healing all nice and silvery.
“Same.” Sleepy contentment flowed through our bond.
I was a lucky man in so many ways. Throwing the blanket over us, I closed my eyes, grateful that I was alive to hold her in my arms.