“I think I might get those lash extensions,” Harper spouted out for no apparent reason. Our shower required a bit more elbow grease than I originally expected. Whatever was in Roza’s makeup products seemed to be immune to regular remover products. We had to think out of the box and into the kitchen.

A wet, hot, soapy Harper was not a problem I needed to fix quickly, so I may have taken my time.

Now, after a few sessions of extremely gratifying make-up sex, she lay with her head on my chest, and all was right with the world. Until she uttered that shit. I just spent how long getting crap off her face, and now she wanted to put more stuff back on?

“Gorgeous, what I’m going to say might piss you off, but I’ve got to tell you anyway, even though we just made up… a few times.” I chuckled, and she slapped me on the chest. “It also makes me an asshole for caring what you do and what you don’t do to your body, but I’ve got to say it anyway. We agreed to honesty, right?” I nudged her head with my shoulder.

“Of course,” she said, looking at me doe-eyed and satisfied. I could live to be a hundred and never get sick of seeing that expression.

“Every morning when I roll over and look at you, I love your naked face. No makeup, nothing. Natural. I see exactly what I’m getting, and I’m over-fucking-joyed.” I kissed her. “I also love when you go all out and doll yourself up when we go out. But if I could never see your naked face in the mornings, or on Sundays when you laze around in your sexy nightgowns or my shirt from the night before…I’d miss that. Like a lot.” My fingers traced up and down the soft skin of her back. “Do what you want, eyelashes, hair, whatever. I’ll still love you and think you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, but don’t do any of that shit for me. All you need to do to turn me on is smile.” Or have an epic temper tantrum. Or simply breathe.

“That’s nice of you to say, but your track record says different. You haven’t exactly stuck to natural beauties,” she replied and played with my chest hair.

“Because I hadn’t found you yet. I didn’t know someone like you existed, or I would have held out.”

She snorted her dorky laugh and climbed on top of me. “I’m sure you would have saved yourself for me.” I opened my lips to respond, but before I could, she slapped her hands down on my mouth. “I’m not getting the eyelashes, but not because you said not to,” she said and glanced off to the side. “Well, okay. Maybe because you said not to. Vivienne also mentioned that you have to go get them filled like every few weeks. That’s just more commitment than I’m willing to give right now. How stupid, me doing something to impress you.” Her hands massaged my chest, and feeling that incredible ass of hers on my cock stirred certain things up. Again.

“Not stupid, just insecure. And Harper, if you’re feeling insecure, that means I’m not doing my job. So, from now on, I’ll work on that.”

“You will?”

I pulled her down flat on me. “Mhmm. Starting now,” I murmured against her neck, and I felt her shiver all over.

Then for the next half hour, I worked on her insecurities. Twice.