Page 149 of Naughty & Nice

“Finished?” Hendrix asks a few seconds later when he pokes his head around the corner.

“I’ve barely started,” I confess, lifting my mug for a sip.

A quiet moan rumbles in my throat as the rich, sweet hot chocolate hits my tongue.

He waits until I’ve finished, then he pulls me to my feet and tugs me toward the main bathroom.

Inside, I find exactly what I was expecting: a bathtub full of fluffy white bubbles.

Spinning around, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and stretch up to kiss him.

“Thank you,” I whisper, already eager to sink into the hot water.

Reaching for the bottom of his hoodie, I attempt to pull it up his body, but he stops me.

“Hey,” I complain with a pout.

“This one is just for you,” he explains, making me pout more.

“But—”

He cups my face, staring down into my eyes as if I’m the most precious thing in the world. It makes my heart beat even faster.

“I’ve still got a surprise to finish off for you.” His eyes twinkle happily, and it makes my stomach flutter.

I want to argue, but I can’t. He’s so excited by whatever he’s doing that I can’t stop him.

“Okay, but as soon as you’re done, I want you up here,” I tell him.

“As if I could refuse an offer like that. Keep the water warm for me.”

“You got it.”

He doesn’t leave straight away. Instead, he helps get me naked—which doesn’t take all that long, seeing as I’m only wearing his hoodie and nothing else. Once I’m settled, he backs away from me.

He might be choosing not to join me, but I can see the longing in his eyes. It makes the whole situation a little better to know that he’d rather be lying right here with me.

“I won’t be long,” he says from the door. His fingers are wrapped around the doorframe as if physically holding himself back.

“Are you sure?” I taunt, lifting my leg from the water and resting it on the edge. I make a show of sliding my hand down my body, and his eyes follow with more than a little interest.

He clears his throat. “I won’t be long,” he repeats before disappearing from my sight.

I can’t help but laugh when his groan of frustration rumbles through the air.

“I love you,” I call out.

“I love you too.”

Hendrix was gone for less than thirty minutes. Apparently, the lure of my naked, wet body was too much, and he hurried through whatever he was doing so he could get back up to me.

I happily pointed out that it was his own fault. The bath was his idea.

He was aware, and he punished me for my sass by sliding beneath me and then impaling me on his cock.

Pretty sweet punishment, if you ask me.

Once the water is cold, and mostly on the bathroom floor, he lifts me out, wraps me in a fluffy towel, and then sets about getting me ready for our New Year’ celebrations.

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