Page 33 of The Billionaire's Cinderella

“But you’re going down this road anyway,” I say.

To my astonishment, my brother Griffin, a.k.a. the Beast, softens right before my eyes.

“She’s a magnet,” he says, shrugging. “I’m an iron shaving. That’s it.”

With that, he hangs his head, shoves his hands in his pockets and disappears into his rooms, leaving me out here with my spinning thoughts and questions about what’s gotten into him. Nothing he’s ever said or done before has led me to believe that Griffin is capable of such a succinct and eloquent statement about the effect a woman can have on a man, but there it is.

That’s it.

Maybe that’s it for me, too.

Maybe it’s that simple. Or could be if I weren’t so busy overthinking and scaring myself.

That’s it.

Troubled, I turn around and let myself back into my rooms. There’s no sign of Ella now, but I hear water running in the bathroom. The sound clarifies things for me.

She’s in my shower. I can shower with her. We can be two people having fun discovering more about each other. It’s that simple. The rest seems scary, but it’ll work itself out eventually.

For now?

I quickly ditch my clothes, let myself into the steamy, berry-scented bathroom and drink in the sights as she knocks the breath out of my lungs.

She’s in the middle of the huge glass and marble stall with her eyes closed, absently humming some tune that I can’t quite place. The water hits her from all sides as she tips her head back to rinse the shampoo from her hair. Obviously, she’s wet. But that description doesn’t do justice to the thrilling sight of all those bubbles sluicing down her fair body.

Where to start?

The perfect ovals of her breasts jiggle gently as she runs her hands over the top of her head. Her nipples are pale pink, perfect jutting candies for my mouth. Her toned abs and slim waist give way to the generous flare of her hips. She’s got a great ass, high and round. Mouth-watering, like a summer peach. Between her plump thighs, she’s bare. I can’t wait to go down on her again. Taste the cream she produces for me. Make her fly apart in my arms. I want those toned legs wrapped tight around my waist and then propped on my shoulders.

I want every part of her. Including the invisible parts that I know are there, buried deep inside. I want the secrets and feelings she already began sharing with me when she confided about her parents a few minutes ago. I want her hopes and dreams. I want everything she has to give.

She can trust me with it. I swear she can.

She opens her eyes just then as though she feels the weight of my attention. Watches me through the glass as I walk over and join her inside with the hot spray, her gaze dipping to my rock-hard dick. Her lips curl into a sultry smile.

“What are you doing here?”

“Nothing to worry about. Just a routine shower inspection, ma’am.”

“I see.” She raises a brow. “And I see you brought your friend with you.”

“What can I tell you?” I say, leaning past her to help myself to a couple of pumps of body wash from the built-in dispenser. “He insisted.”

“I’m not sure he got the word about you being tired from your big party.”

“He got the word. He just has other considerations when you’re in the room. Turn around.”

She complies immediately, her soft laughter a shot of adrenaline to my buzzing hormones as I lather my hands.

“I’m torn about sharing this information with you, but I’m already clean,” she says.

“I just got here, ma’am. Unless I observed it with my own eyes, it didn’t happen.”

More laughter.

“Your professionalism is impressive, inspector.”

“I take my duties very seriously. You’ll see.”

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