Page 120 of Power Play

I know I’m taking off my clothes, but I think I might be letting down my walls too. Crashing through that fear and leaning into him because he’s sturdy and strong and unwavering.

His eyes never stray from mine as I step out of my sweatpants. They stay on my face, a softness I’ve gotten used to seeing behind the dark brown whenever he looks at me. I climb into the shower and water streams down my body. Liam joins me a second later, his presence welcome.

“Sit,” he murmurs, pointing to the ledge attached to the wall. I can barely fit on it, my ass taking up too much space, but I listen, dropping to the cool stone and watching him wondrously. “Want to wash your hair.”

Liam unhooks the shower head and wets the blonde strands. I sigh at the way his fingers massage my scalp, the pressure he adds where I’m holding onto lingering pain.

“Doris also told me massaging might help.” He sets the shower head aside and uses both hands to press at my temples. A groan slips out of me, my limbs going pliant and relaxed. “But you tell me if it’s too much.”

“Perfect,” I whisper, and I don’t know if I’m talking about the massage. About him. About all of this. “It’s perfect.”

I think I fall asleep when he lathers the shampoo in my hair. I think my brain turns to mush when he drops to his knees and washes my feet and legs. Across my stomach and up to my shoulders until I’m covered in soap suds. He kisses me, and a lightbulb goes off in my head.

It’s bright and it’s blinding and the only thing I can see.

Holyshit.

I have a crush on my husband, and that wasnotpart of the plan.

THIRTY-TWO

PIPER

Liam

How are you feeling, Pipsqueak?

Me

Like a new woman. Thank you for all your help!

Liam

Glad to hear it. See you bright and early.

Liam

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Pico likes you more than he likes me.

Me

Well, obviously. I’m a delight!

Liam

Are you?

Me

Watch it, Sullivan. You called me your best friend.

Liam

I have no recollection of those events.

Me

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