Page 83 of The Last Good Man

“You can never have everything…” I murmur, my mind playing the sequence of events that unfolded tonight.

Sometimes, you need to get what you want whenever you can with whomever you can.

Jax London.

Grinning, I bring my drink to my lips.

He has no place in my life, and his threats have only turned me on, yet I can’t stop thinking about him.

But I need to be extra careful with him.

Extra. Careful. Baby.

I laugh and drink more champagne before sinking my teeth into a strawberry.

It’s hard to describe what happens next.

I think I get too focused on reviewing the sexy snippets lodged in my memory, or maybe the water floods my ears, and I can’t hear properly for a second.

Or maybe more.

The house is silent.

The wind died down.

Things seem all right, and I get carried away, reliving the pleasurable moments of this evening when heavy steps echo outside the bathroom entrance.

“Melody?”

His voice has the effect of a hammer.

I remove my hand from between my legs, pushing upright and pivoting at the same time, a scream on my lips.

The water sloshes over while I fightmy wayto the nearest towel before I give up on the idea and rise to my feet, covered in suds.

He looks at me from the entryway, unable to take his eyes off me, a slow smile tilting his lips.

“Were you waiting for me?” he tosses at me, dipping his gaze,for sureknowing what I was doing in the bathtub.

“What makes you say that?” I ask, stepping out of the bathtub and looking for my slippers…that are still in my suitcase.

I’m looking for the ones that come with the satin robe, but I can’t find them because I can’t focus.

“If you think I was masturbating because of you, you’re wrong. I wasn’t thinking about you,” I say, irritated that I can’t find my way around the bathroom, while he folds his arms over his chest and leans against the doorframe.

“Next time, lock the door,” he says. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I finally find the satin robe and embroidered slippers.

I feel silly for using what was meant for other people, but it is what it is,

The silky fabric soaks up the water as the foamstillclings to my body.

I completely forgot to pat myself dry.

Heading to the other room, I slide my feet across the bathroom floor and wrestle with the fabric belt when he uncrosses his arms, catches me, and brings me to him.

One arm loops around my waist while his fingers slide inside my robe.

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