Page 59 of The Phantom's Vice

I reel back, my eyes wide as I hold my hand to my chest.That was… intense.

Brett frowns. “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

I can’t speak, so I just shake my head. This time, Brett allows me to grab the bottle of conditioner, and she remains silent as I work the substance into her long hair. It’s only when I’m dipping her back to rinse it out that she speaks again.

“Why did you pull away, then?”

I freeze, blinking down at that inquisitive gaze. “I…” For some reason, I can’t say it.I pulled back because Ifeltyou. You are the only thing I can.“It just surprised me.”

“Oh.” Her mouth turns down into a frown, and my chest squeezes.

“I… cannot normally feel things. Pain or temperature. But when you kissed me just then…” I turn away, unable to face her as I say the next part. “It’s like I stuck my finger in a light socket. Every time you touch me, Ifeelit.Lightning—but pleasant lightning. Like all my nerve endings are firing at once.”

She doesn’t speak for a long while, and when I can’t take it anymore, I face her. She doesn’t look scared or freaked out like I expected. She looks… fascinated.

“So… you’re telling me I’m theonlything you can feel?”

I nod. “Precisely.”

Her smile widens. “That’s pretty fucking cool. I’m basically, like, a superhero or something.” She falls into a fit of laughter, and I can’t help but join her. That sound is infectious, and now that I’ve heard it, I don’t want her to ever stop.

My body is light as I grab the washcloth and begin washing her body. I go slowly, savoring each dip and curve of her delicious frame. She’s not thin by any stretch of the imagination, and it makes me want to sink my teeth into her, to grab fistfulsof her as I shove my cock deep inside her.She’s fucking perfect.

When I start washing down her abdomen, Brett’s body tightens. I look at her in alarm, worried I might have pressed too hard on a sensitive area. But when I catch a glimpse of her face, she’s biting her lip, her eyes downcast and cheeks flaming.

“Brett? Are you okay?”

She nods, wriggling her thighs together as I continue my journey down. “Yes,” she says, slightly breathless. “I’m perfect.”

I shrug, returning my focus to the washcloth. I push it between her folds, making sure to clean every nook and crevice of her body. Brett’s breath picks up pace the longer I go, and for the life of me, I can’t imagine why.

When I look at her this time, there’s a sheen in her eyes I’ve never seen, and it makes my lower abdomen tighten. “Brett…?”

Dropping the washcloth, I run my fingers through her folds, exploring the parts of her I haven’t had a chance to up until now. My index swirls around her hole, and when I dip the tip in ever so slightly, a breathy moan pours from Brett’s mouth.

“Ghost… not… not there.”

I frown, pushing the digit farther inside, wondering how much of me she can take. I know enough about a woman’s anatomy to know where everything is located, but I’ve never had this opportunity to explore it before. Much less with someone likeBrett.

A gentle thrum of electricity flows all around my finger, and when her walls contract around me, I actuallyfeelit.

“Holy shit,” I murmur, hooking my fingers against the rougher, spongier area along her front walls.That feels really good. Like a stress ball.I continue toying with that spot, loving the different sounds the varying pressure points elicit from Brett. When her moans grow louder, I pick up my pace, hitting her favorite spot relentlessly.

Brett hangs her head back, an ear-shattering cry falling from her parted lips. Her walls collapse around my fingers like they’re holding me hostage, and Brett’s entire body begins convulsing. I jerk back in alarm, removing my hand before I lunge for her head, palming it gently between my hands as I look over her face. She’s flushed, and her breathing is ragged, but she doesn’t seem to be in any pain. In fact, she looks almost euphoric.

“Holy… holy fuck,” she murmurs, her eyes drooping closed. “I think you just made me come.”

I reach into the water, pulling her soaking body out of the water and against my chest, far from worried about the state of my suit. I look down at the precious creature in my arms, unable to understand how I got so lucky.

Her teeth chatter, and I blink in alarm. “What is wrong?”

“C-cold,” she murmurs, burying her face into my shirt. I grab a towel from the rack and fold it around her before moving into the bedroom, where it will most likely be warmer with the sun streaming in through the window.

I place Brett onto the armchair opposite the bed, wrapping the towel securely around her shoulders and rubbing them, hoping the friction will provide an extra layer of warmth.

“Stay there,” I order, pointing a finger her way. “Don’t move.”

“Yes, sir.”

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