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“Nah.” I dismiss that with a wave. Elijah and Mason can handle it. “Tonight I’m only here to serve you, milady.” I check the temperature of the water. Satisfied that it’s exactly right, I shake the bubbles from my hand and turn off the faucet. “Your bath is ready.”

“It looks incredible.” A smile spreads across her beautiful face. She pulls off her sweater and tosses it onto the floor, and her bra quickly follows. After shimmying out of her jeans and panties, she adds them to the pile.

“Yeah, fucking incredible,” I agree, my eyes roaming over every perfect inch of her naked body.

Her cheeks flush pink. She presses her lips together and shakes her head.

“You can’t give me a sexy striptease and then shake your head at me for admiring the end result, corazón.”

She laughs. “That was not a striptease.”

“Looked like one to me. Now get your sexy ass in this tub.”

She sashays over to me, kisses me on the lips, then climbs into the hot bubbly water. Lying back, she rests her head on the edge and closes her eyes. “Oh, this is so good.”

After pulling off my own clothes and tossing them into the pile with hers, I climb in with her. She scoots forward without me asking, allowing me to slide in behind her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her back against my chest.

“Oh, now this feels even better,” she says with a contented sigh.

I gather her hair in my fist and drape it over her shoulder before pressing a kiss on her temple. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She sinks deeper into the water. “Did Tedward call you when I left my mom’s house today?”

“He did.”

“Traitor.”

I dip my head and kiss her neck. “Part of his job is to take care of you, Mrs. James. What happened?”

“Just my brother being an asshole. I don’t think I’ll be going back there for a while.”

Tension creeps into my muscles, and I band my arms tighter around her. “What did he do?”

“Nothing specific. He’s just an asshole.”

I have no idea why she’s being so evasive, but I’m a patient man. “What about your mom? What did she say when he was being an asshole?”

“Nothing. She never does.”

I rest my chin on the top of her head. “Has he always been an asshole to you?”

She spins around and straddles me. “Can we please stop talking about my brother?” She palms my already semihard cock, and it stiffens further in her grip. “I mean we’re in this incredible tub. We’re naked. You’re hard.”

“I’m always hard around you, corazón.”

Her bright green eyes fix on mine, and I want to unpack the sadness in them, but she’s closed off to me right now. She shifts her hips and lines my crown up with her pussy.

“I know exactly what you’re doing, Spitfire.”

She flutters her eyelashes. “And what’s that, Ice?”

“You’re trying to distract me so I’ll stop asking questions you don’t want to answer.”

“And is it working?” she purrs, squeezing my shaft in her hand and making my eyes roll back in my head.

I bite down on my lip so hard I draw blood. “You know it is.”

“I want you, Ice.”

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