“How was your day, honey?” Trisha batted her eyelashes at him.

He grinned. “Fine, sweet thing. I’d ask how your day was but I already know. Do you feel better now that the house is clean?”

“Tons, minus the whole tossing my guts up part.”

He winced. “I’m not kissing you.”

“I brushed my teeth.”

He stared at her mouth. “Let me rephrase that. I’m not kissing your mouth. Let’s get you out of those sweats if you want a kiss.” His gaze lowered. “Those seem really big on you. Are those rolled at the waist?”

“You’re hugely tall and I can’t help it if you have really long legs. I would wear my shorts but someone tore them last night.” She lifted her shirt to show him the waist of the pants she’d had to manipulate to fit her body better.

He smirked. “You could just go without clothes.”

She smirked right back at him. “Sure. I could do that. Of course, I’m sure Brass would get to see a whole new side of me. Two of them, actually.”

His eyes narrowed and his mouth tensed, not liking that thought at all. “Wear any of my clothes you want.”

“I thought that’s what you might say.” She grinned.

“Rolled sweatpants look very sexy on you. In fact, I insist that you wear them all the time when you’re not with me inside our bedroom. I really love it when you wear my clothes.”

Slade edged her off the counter until she stood and lifted the large T-shirt over her body. His hands brushed her br**sts, which instantly responded to his touch. He knelt in front of her, smiled, and gripped the waist of the sweats.

“I’ve been waiting all day to see this.” He tugged down the pants.

Trisha burst into laughter at the shocked expression on Slade’s face seconds later. “You waited all day to see me wearing your boxers?”

His eyebrows rose. “You’re even wearing these?” Two of his fingers hooked the fly of them and wiggled them inside the parted material against her skin. “I guess there are advantages.”

“Stop that.” She yanked at his hand, pulling his fingers out. “I would have sewn that closed if I’d found a needle and thread. It seems you don’t own either.”

His eyes widened. “Those are mine. Don’t mess with my boxers. What would I do when I wear them if you sew all of them closed?”

“Pull them down.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I have to get you clothes.”

“And here I thought you were trying to get me naked.”

He gripped the boxers and slid them down her legs. “Thanks for reminding me. Get into the tub.”

“But I thought there would be touching and kissing and…”

He stood and reached for his shirt. “There will be but inside the tub.”

She glanced at the bath and grinned. “Oooh!”

Slade laughed as Trisha climbed into the tepid water as the tub filled. She turned her head and watched as Slade started to remove his clothes. She loved seeing him na**d and enjoyed watching as he stripped everything off with a big grin on his handsome face.

“Want to turn the water off, Doc? It will overflow soon if you don’t.”

She twisted the faucets and had to move out of the way to make room for Slade to climb inside the tub. It was a tight fit as he sat down behind her. Slade opened his knees and lifted Trisha back until she sat snug between his thighs. She leaned back against his chest.

“This feels great but not really conductive to kissing and more.”

“I’m sorry. Let me fix that.”

She turned her head and looked at him to find him grinning again. He reached up and grabbed a bottle of baby oil from a built-in shelf on the wall.

“Baby oil?”

He laughed. “I usually put it on my skin to soften it while I soak. I get a lot of calluses naturally on my hands.” He showed her his fingertips. “But that’s not the use I have for it right now.”

Trisha watched him pour baby oil over his fingers before they slipped under the water. She gasped as they slid between her parted thighs and moaned when his fingers spread her, rubbing her clit. A louder moan came from her when he stopped to breech her pu**y with one of his digits.

“Slade.”

“Doc.”

She elbowed him.

Slade chuckled before his hands caressed her body until he gripped her hips. He lifted her and she bit her lip as he eased her down onto his stiff c**k until he filled her pu**y. She sank deeper as her body lowered all the way until she sat completely over his lap.

“Better, Trisha?”

“You’re such an ass**le.”

He thrust up into her. “You’re a doctor. Did you fail a test on anatomy? That’s not where I am.”

“Fuck you,” she moaned.

“No, Trisha. That’s what I’m going to do to you.”

He gripped her h*ps and thrust up into her hard and fast. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub but Trisha ignored that while she moaned. Slade shifted them and gripped her h*ps a little lower, proving his strength. He lifted her up and down on him, his hands easily manipulating her weight, and set a faster pace that left her mindless with ecstasy.

Slade’s entire body tensed as he came and began to swell inside her. She was so close to cl**axing but Slade slowed moving her over him as he growled viciously. He jerked before his body stilled.

“Sorry,” he growled.