In fact, he follows her.

Bryce rose, his cock free and drawing the eye. "Excuse me a moment, ladies, please continue, I need to check on my fiancé."

Shelby was leaning against the counter by the refrigerator, the apron back on, breathing heavily, juices running down her legs, blushing, there were tears in her eyes. Her beautiful body was naked from the back. She looked at him and dashed them from her eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked automatically.

"Nothing." She picked up the bottle of wine and headed back.

He caught her arm and repeated the question, taking away the bottle.

"Why do you do that?" She asked.

"What?"

"Humiliate me like that. I love you and?" Her voice trailed off. He frowned and she backed off..."I mean, whatever you want, nothing's wrong."

In a moment of sheer horror, he realized he was punishing her for something she hadn't done. The woman who'd tortured him was gone. He kissed her softly, hands on her cheeks, a sweet, not lustful kiss. "I do it for you. Because it makes you cum, like that. I love you too and want you to get everything your body needs, as well as everything your brain wants and everything your soul desires."

She melted against him. "Really?"

"Don't you trust me?"

"Always."

He kissed her again. "Good."

"Trust me?" She asked.

"Well, you left me hard, but...yes." He said, truthfully.

"Then let's do something about that." She said, dropping the apron to the floor.