Chapter 46

As the intensity of the moment faded, we lay tangled together on the couch, bodies still flush with heat, our breathing slowing to a steady rhythm. Monique sighed contentedly, draping herself across my chest, her fingers drawing lazy patterns over my skin.

“Mon amour,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “We have made quite the mess.”

I chuckled, tilting my head back against the couch. “That’s an understatement.”

Glancing around, I took in the state of the living room—our clothes scattered in haphazard piles, pillows knocked askew, and the undeniable evidence of our activities slick on our skin.

Monique propped herself up on her elbow, grinning down at me. “I suppose we should clean up.”

I let out a breath, my body still heavy with exhaustion. “That requires moving.”

She smirked, pressing a teasing kiss to my chest. “And standing.”

I groaned dramatically. “You’re cruel.”

Giggling, she pushed herself up and stretched, her bare body glowing in the dim light. “Come on, my love,” she said, reaching down and tugging at my good hand. “Let me take care of you.”

With effort, I let her pull me to my feet, my limbs still languid from release. I steadied myself as she wrapped an arm around my waist, leading me toward the ensuite.

As we entered, she turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature while I watched, my eyes following her every movement.

Monique then knelt in front of me, her hands deftly unfastening what was left of my clothing. “Let’s get you out of these, mon amour,” she murmured, carefully slipping my pants down my legs. She was mindful of my cast, moving with gentle precision.

Once I was free of fabric, after covering my cast in the waterproof wrap, she took my hand and guided me under the warm spray, stepping in after me. The water cascaded over our skin, washing away the remnants of our passion, the heat soothing my aching muscles.

I exhaled, leaning against the cool tiles. “This is exactly what I needed.”

Monique pressed herself against me, sliding her arms around my waist. “I know.”

She reached for the soap, working up a lather in her hands before smoothing it over my chest, her touch tender. Though she remained playful, her movements were softer now—more about care than seduction.

“You look exhausted,” she teased, pressing a kiss to my damp shoulder.

I let out a low chuckle. “You’re insatiable, and I’m only human.”

She giggled, her fingers trailing down my stomach before she withdrew, running her hands over her own body.

I watched as she rinsed the soap from her skin, water gliding over her curves, her hair clinging to her back. Even when she wasn’t trying, she was mesmerizing.

She caught me staring and smirked. “You’re recovering already, aren’t you?”

I shook my head with a laugh. “Not quite. But you make a convincing argument.”

Monique turned, letting the water run down her back, sighing in pleasure. “Mmm. I could stay in here forever.”

I reached out, pulling her close. “Tempting. But I think we both need rest.”

“Speak for yourself old man.” Monique said in jest as she turned off the water. Once dry, she took my hand and led me to the bed and had me sit on the edge.

She hesitated for a moment, tilting her head as she scanned my body. I could see the debate in her eyes— but after a long breath, she sighed dramatically.

“I suppose I should let you recover before round two,” she teased, patting my chest.

I smirked. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

She grinned. “Of course I am.”