Page 50 of The Fake Play

I hear the water filling the bathtub. A moment later he comes out, fully nude, leaning on the door frame, arms crossed. I’m not sure if I should be insulted that he isn’t still hard.

“Lose the wind in your sails?”

He chuckles. “I came twice while I was doing that.”

“What? When?”

That gets a bigger laugh out of him. “If I had to guess, it was during orgasm three and seven for you. I take it you didn't notice when I grabbed the towel to clean myself up?”

“You kept going the whole time. When did you reach for a towel?”

“Don’t worry about that. Just know that there’s a towel at the foot of my bed that I promise you, you do not want to touch.”

I snort out a laugh. I can’t believe he got off from that. Twice.

“So what's with the bath?”

“You need to relax a little bit more.”

Just then, all of the things I need to relax from come crashing back into my mind. I sit up. The man literally had gone down on me for almost two hours, as promised.

“Luke, no, I seriously have things I need to get done?—”

“And the most important one is you relaxing. If you're a mess, you're not going to be any help to anyone, are you?”

“I know what you're saying, but that doesn't change the fact that I still have things I need to get done.”

He strolls over and picks me up again.

“Luke, you can't just carry me everywhere you want to take me.”

“Pretty sure I can. I'm doing it right now.”

I playfully swat his shoulder. “You know what I mean.”

He sets me down in front of the bathroom door and pushes it open. Lavender clings to the steam wafting from the tub in delicate foggy curls topped by a mountain of bubbles. “You sure you have things to do that don’t include a deliciously warm bubble bath?”

I have no words. There is nothing I can say to argue with his plan for me. He’s already overwhelmed me once today, and now he’s doing it again. There are even little candles placed along the sink. It’s impossible not to be touched by his effort. No matter how hard I try.

“Consider me seduced. Bring on the relaxation.”

He hits me with a grin that takes my breath away. “On it.” With that, he vanishes.

I make my way over to the tub. The water is hot but perfect. Once I settle into the bubbles and get comfortable, Luke returns with a plastic cup. “Here.”

“What’s this?”

“Champagne.”

“In a plastic cup?”

He smiles. “The tub is slippery. The bubbles are slippery. I didn't want you to drop it and hurt yourself on the glass. Safety second.”

“I thought the phrase was safety first.”

“I'm a professional athlete. Trust me, safety comes second. Enjoy the bath.” He heads for the door.

“You really are something, you know that, right?”

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