Surrounded love

Jackie wondered that she could stay upright, let alone walk, and found

herself tottering. Alistair made an amused sound behind her and swept her

up with easy strength to carry her through the doorway and right into the

shower. He set her down again, and she braced her hands against the

tiled wall, dropping her head forward until her forehead also touched. She

could have used another little nap and maybe an ice pack for her bottom.

Alistair had spanked the screw-up of the past right out of her and then

some. He pushed up against her and pressed a kiss between her shoulder

blades. She smiled to herself. This was her Alistair, the man she

remembered. Correction, the Dom she remembered. There were always

the sweet, gentle times after sex no matter how intense the others were.

They were something to be prized.