“Aaron!” she whisper-hisses while looking left and right, as if someone could suddenly hear her. “Your family’s here.”

“So what? They’re in bed. And even if they get up, their windows point toward the front of the house, not the back.”

She doesn’t seem convinced.

“Come on, cariño. Live a little.”

After a moment of hesitation, she says, “Fine.”

I smile grandly, then kiss her. Hard. When I pull back, I grab her hand and say, “Okay, come on.”

We pass by the laundry room, where I grab two towels, then lead her out the back door.

“What about shoes?” she asks.

“No time. Just run.” Then, I follow my own command, her feet padding behind me. She shrieks at the cold, but I don’t stop, no matter how much the soles of my feet are burning from the snow.

When we reach the tub, I jump from one foot to the other, getting undressed as fast as I can. Wren watches me for a second before imitating me, as if she’s too cold to back down now.

Even though I’m naked much before her, I wait for her to be ready before getting inside.

The sigh we release as we dip into the hot water is one of pure bliss.

“God, that feels good,” Wren says with her eyes closed, her feet nudging my thighs.

“See? Taking risks can pay off sometimes.” I try not to sound like my words have a second meaning.

“Tell that to the third-degree burns on the bottom of my feet.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic.”

“Am not.”

I slide closer to her, my skin now burning for a completely different reason. “Guess I’ll just need to make it worth it now.” Under the bubbles of the jets, I let my hand wander between her thighs.

She inhales sharply. “What are you doing?”

“If I remember correctly, I said that what we started earlier today wasn’t over.”

“And you want to—” Gasp. “—do this here?”

“Why not?” I kneel in front of her, my thumb slowly stroking her clit as my other hand plays with her breasts.

“I…” She never finishes her sentence as her eyes roll back and her lips part. I love seeing her like this. Abandoning herself.

“Shh.” I continue rubbing her with a rhythm I’ve come to learn drives her wild. “Stop thinking. It’s just you and me.” My cock is hard as ever as I look at her chest coming out of the water, dripping wet as she pants.

“Aaron,” she sighs.

“I’m here,” I say, kissing her neck, her chin, her ear. “I’m right here.” Lower, I add, “Always.” Then, I push one finger inside her, and right away, I can feel she’s close.