Chapter 14

Jack patted her dry with a towel, easing her semi-hard cock from side to side so he could get her inner thighs. After he finished drying her, Jack got her dressed in her fleece robe. The one he bought for their anniversary with little oneembroidered on the lapel. Since Royce’s hair was long enough to pull back into a bun, it was long enough to dry and brush for her. One of Jack’s favorite things. He loved to brush Royce’s hair. To rub a towel over her head and warm her with the dryer.

Just as Jack was switching off the hair dryer, he caught Royce trying to hide a long, drawn out yawn. When she noticed the stern look that Jack was currently giving her, she smiled softly.

“Okay, okay,” she mumbled. “I get it. Early to bed.”

“If you’re not gonna take care of yourself,” Jack said, “then I will.”

Royce sighed. “Yes, sir.”

“Oh, stop pouting,” Jack teased. “I’m not sentencing you to prison. Or even sending you to your corner.”