Chapter 61

The moment we reached the bedroom, Monique took control, pushing me gently onto the bed before climbing over me. She kissed me slowly, deeply, savoring every moment.

We took our time, exploring, teasing, drawing out every sensation. She moved with practiced grace, her body fitting against mine as if we were made for each other. The connection was electric, the heat between us undeniable.

There was no rush—only the slow, steady build of passion that left us both breathless. She whispered my name, her hands gripping my shoulders, her body moving in perfect rhythm with mine.

Every moan, every sigh, every touch spoke of love, of devotion, of the fire that burned between us.

And when we finally reached the peak together, it was like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us—our bodies tangled, our hearts beating as one.

We lay there for a long while, catching our breath, tangled in each other’s arms.

Monique traced lazy circles on my chest, her voice soft. “I love you, John.”

I kissed her forehead. “I love you more than I can put into words.”

She smiled, pressing herself closer. “We’re a mess again,” she murmured. “And I’m so hot and sticky right now.”

I chuckled. “Then let’s fix that.”

I led Monique to the ensuite, turning on the shower as steam filled the air. After wrapping my cast carefully, she stepped under the warm spray.

I stood for a moment, just watching as the water cascaded over her skin, droplets clinging to her curves like liquid diamonds before joining her.

She picked up the soap, lathering it between her hands before sliding them over my chest, taking her time, her touch both soothing and intimate.

“You really enjoy taking care of me,” I murmured.

She smiled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I do.”

I took the soap from her, returning the favor, running my hands down her back, over the curve of her hips, watching the way she shivered under my touch.

There was nothing rushed, nothing urgent—just the quiet intimacy of two people completely at ease with each other.

When we were clean, we stepped out, drying each other with soft towels, stealing lingering kisses between strokes.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. “You’re everything to me, Monique.”

She rested her head against my chest. “And you’re everything to me, John.”