Page 66 of Mountain Security

She’s in shock.

She’s kept herself going all day, but she’s reached her limit.

“You need to get warm,” Alex said. “Sit here for a minute. I’ll run a bath.”

“I can take a shower,” she said weakly. Alex almost smiled. She wassonot used to someone taking care of her.

“Wait for me here. Don’t move,” he said, setting her down on her elegant dark blue sofa and making his way upstairs.

Her bathroom was small but well-appointed. Alex was glad to see the bathtub was longer than the average French bathtub.

He filled it with hot water, adding some shower gel while the water was still running. It smelled gentle and flowery.

He pulled out a large fluffy towel and set it beside the bath, then went back to the living room. Yvette was leaning to one side of the couch, her legs curled up under her. Though her eyes were still open, she looked like she was seconds away from falling asleep.

“Put your arms around me,” Alex said, slipping one hand under her back, the other under her knees, and picking her up.

“Alex,” she whispered.

He set her down gently on the bathroom floor and undressed her slowly. Her silk cream-colored blouse went first, exposing her delicate cleavage and a white lace balcony bra. His cock thickened, clearly not getting the memo that this wasn’t about him.

Ignoring that part of his anatomy, Alex lowered the zipper of her pencil skirt. It slid down her slim hips and pooled at her feet, leaving her clad in sheer tights and matching white lace panties.

Alex’s cock pressed against his pants. He inhaled sharply, struggling for control, succeeded only in filling his nostrils with that delicate fragrance that was all Yvette.

Not helping.

Really not helping.

He ground his teeth together and pulled her tights down, careful not to rip the sheer material. Her bra and panties went next, until she was naked in front of him.

Some color came back to her cheeks as she looked at the front of his pants. He didn’t need to follow her gaze to know what she was staring at—he could feel his cock pressing against the zipper.

“Are you sure a bath is the best use of our time?” she asked, and he was glad to hear her playful tone was back.

“Into the bath. Now.”

Before I change my mind.

Her expression turned blissful as she settled into the hot, foamy water.

“Ah,” she sighed. “This is the best thing ever.”

He picked up the sea sponge lying on one side of the bath, dipping it into the water. “I don’t know whether to feel insulted.”

Yvette laughed, then closed her eyes as Alex ran the sponge up and down her arms. He stilled as he reached her neck, then moved down to her breasts, taking a second to admire the pointy tips.

His lips ached to take those nipples into his mouth, but he stuck firmly to the path he’d decided on, continuing all the way to her belly. Her legs opened up of their own accord, her knees falling against the white porcelain edges of the tub. Alex ignored the blatant invitation and picked up her left leg, raising it above the water so he could run the sponge from her foot, with those pretty painted toenails, all the way up to her thigh.

“Hmm …” Her hips arched up, searching for more. And he knew exactly what she was searching for, because it was the exact same thing he wanted—to dip his fingers inside her warmth and watch her come apart for him.

He lowered her leg gently into the water and picked up her other leg. This time, he could feel how tense her muscles were. Her foot arched like a ballerina’s.

He soaped from the pretty painted toenails all the way up to her inner thigh.

“Stop … stop teasing me,” she panted. Her wet hand came up and grabbed the front of his blue shirt, pulling him towards her until their lips touched. Her full, warm lips parted, searching, her soft breath tickling his lips. He breathed her in.

Alex’s mouth opened, his tongue coming out to stroke her lips. She moaned into the kiss, their tongues tangling together, warring not for dominance but for who could give the most pleasure.

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