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My gaze involuntarily moved down to his semi-hard manhood, and for a second I thought I was having a mini heart attack.

Did he … Fuck, no, there’s no chance he’s pierced down there. I know he wasn’t back in Greece.

My mind raced. I remembered every detail from that night. Sweat gathered on the side of my brow.

“Like what you see?”

His thick voice brought me back to reality, and I turned my gaze to meet his.

“What? … What is happening, Rupert? You can’t be naked in front of me, and did you—”

“It seems that your fever is not going down,” he growled. He got in my space and touched my forehead. He cursed out loud.

Meanwhile, I was having a complete whiplash of emotions. Taking off my robe, he let it fall on the bathroom floor. Goosebumps formed all over my skin, and Rupert took a sharp inhale.

“Come on, sunshine. We’re going to get in this tub together, naked. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything that you don’t want me to do. Besides, the main goal is to get your fever down.”

His voice was so smoothing, and if I wasn’t sick like a dog right now, I would have instantly jumped on his pierced cock. Deep arousal grew in the pit of my stomach. His scent dominated all my senses, and I remembered all the little details from that night in Greece. He unhooked my bra, which also ended up on the floor. My nipples were erect, ready to be sucked and played with. Rupert went down on his knees right in front of me, moving his hand over my thighs.

Fuck, fuck, fuck … God, or whatever universe, if you can hear me right now, help me because I swear I won’t be able to restrain myself with this man if we sit in that tub together.

“Rupert, take off my knickers and touch me. I’m so wet,” I pleaded, my voice strained.

He met my gaze and smiled, then pulled my black lacy knickers down before standing back up.

“If you’re going to be a good girl and get into the tub with me. Then who knows what might happen?” he whispered in my ear. Taking my hand, he stepped into the tub first then helped me in.

My mind was screaming at me not to do it, but I submerged one of my feet into the water, followed by the other one. The water was fucking cold—maybe it wasn’t freezing cold, but it felt like I was slowly diving into the Arctic Ocean.

“I don’t think I can do it. I’m so cold,” I whined, my teeth chattering.

Rupert lowered himself in the bathtub and dragged me into his arms. This bathtub was massive, so we could easily fit. I hissed as the water covered my whole body.

“Let me warm you up a little, but we need all this to lower your fever. Doctor Johnson thinks that your fever induces your vomiting,” he said, running cold water over my back.

He had his legs around my body, and his magnificent cock poked me from behind. All my senses were so heightened, and I didn’t know how long I could handle this. I felt like my temperature was spiking, shooting up when he was touching me, then going down when he splashed me. All I knew was that if he didn’t fuck me after that, I might die.

Chapter Eighteen

Rupert

I was so hard, it hurt. I’d thought I was going to be all right, but having her so close to me completely naked was agonising. Veronica’s backside rubbed against my stiff cock while I tried to think of my elderly aunt without teeth who’d tried to kiss me when I was six. Her body was shivering, making it all the worse.

“Rupert,” she moaned, placing my palm on her breast.

Jesus.

She was my biggest temptation, but I fucking couldn’t. This just didn’t sit right with me.

“I’m sorry, sunshine. I can’t touch you right now. You’re so sick, and I’m trying hard here to be respectful. Come on, let’s get you to bed. My housekeeper, Justyna, should be here soon. She’ll fix some homemade chicken soup and other yummy food for later,” I said as I stood and stepped out of the bathtub.

Her gaze landed on my pierced cock. I didn’t even know why I had done it, but after I’d come back from Greece, I’d had an urge to do something crazy to my body. It had hurt like hell, but apparently women loved it, at least the ones I’d fucked since then.

She licked her lips then parted them, probably not hearing me at all.

“Does it hurt, you know, when you have sex? Do women complain?”

“No, it actually helps to give you a very intense orgasm,” I replied, taking her hand and prompting her to get out of the bath.

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