Page 70 of Enticing

That means I get their mother to myself.

I walk into the bedroom and find the bathroom door open and Addie inside throwing her hair up. “Is she asleep?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” I step up behind her and press my lips to her neck. “She’s asleep.”

Her smile is instantaneous as she squirms under my touch. “Leo... I have to wash the funk off me. I’ve been puked on and spit up on today.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, pulling her back against me.

“I mean... I could probably use some help reaching my back.” She tilts her head to the side and gives me better access to her long neck. A slow, soft smile spreads across her beautiful face, and I swear she takes my breath away. “Think you can help me with that?”

I lift her up and sit her on the vanity, then step between her creamy thighs. “I think I can help with that, baby.” I lean over and turn on the water in the antique clawfoot tub.

“I was thinking a shower. It’s faster,” she whispers, and something clicks. And once it does, I wonder if maybe I’m a little slow, like my siblings tease, because I’m not sure how I never realized it before. When she’s nervous, she whispers.

“Who says we need to be fast?” I ask her, then rummage around under the sink, looking for bubble bath. Guess shampoo is gonna have to do. I squirt a bottle that smells like vanilla mint into the tub, and she giggles.

“That’s shampoo, not bubble bath, Leo.” She hops off the counter and pushes me out of the way, then turns the hot water knob to full blast until steam is filling the room and water is nearly filling the tub. She eyes it, then me. “Think we’re going to fit?”

I run my hands under her hoodie, loving the fact it’s the one I gave her days ago. “Oh, I’m pretty sure I can make it fit, wife.”

“It?” She furrows her brow and pulls my shirt over my head.

“It... Us... same difference,” I tease and let her unbuckle my belt and push down my pants and boxers, loving the way her eyes turn to molten chocolate once I’m naked in front of her. “My eyes are up here, Adelaide.”

Her mouth forms a perfect little O as she snaps her gaze up to mine, then laughs and pushes at my chest. “You get in first. Then me.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask as I step into the scalding hot water and hiss. “Shit, baby. You trying to boil my balls?”

Addie laughs, and the sound is so free, I swear it breaks something in me because I made her feel that way. And I swear to fucking God, it’s my mission to hear that every damn day.

She pulls my sweatshirt over her head, and her perfect tits, full and firm, bounce with the movement before she slips her thumbs under her sleep shorts and pushes them down her legs, leaving her completely bare to me. “Don’t be a baby, Sinclair. Why would I want to boil your balls? I have big plans for them.”

With her hands on her exquisite hips, she stands like a golden goddess, lighting a candle and then shutting off the lights. Leaving just the flicker of the wick lighting the glowing warm in the room.

My eyes adjust and caress every soft curve of her body. The dip of her waist and flare of her hips, her soft stomach and the pale stretch marks faded against her skin. I study her in a way Ididn’t get to last night as she reaches out and takes my hand for balance.

She’s stunning.

“Careful, sweetheart,” I warn, not wanting her to slip as she slowly lowers one foot, then the other into the bubbling water until she’s nestled between my legs, her knees bent and her arms wrapped around them as her back rests against my chest.

A perfect fit.

Her hair tickles my nose, and we both relax in the warm water.

“We watched your game,” she tells me softly. “Izzy was sad not to be there.”

“She told me something tonight,” I admit, not wanting to keep anything from her.

“Oh yeah?” She looks over her shoulder and sinks further into the bubbles. “What did she say?”

I grab the bar of soap and run it up and down her arms. “She said she loved me.”

The words hang in the air for a good minute before Addie turns her head my way. “And what did you say?”

Yup. Whispered.

“I told her the truth. I love her too.”

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