Page 79 of That's Too Pucking Bad

“Some time?” My voice rises an octave. “This is my first time here!”

“Yeah.” He steps closer, crowding me in the best way. “Had to be prepared.”

My head spins. “You’re unreal.”

He grins, leaning down to brush his lips against mine. “And you’re beautiful.”

I want to argue, to keep teasing him, but his hands are already on the straps of my dress, sliding them down slowly.

“Can I?” he murmurs, his breath warm against my neck.

I nod, swallowing hard. He undresses me with a care that borders on reverence, his fingers brushing over my skin like he’s memorizing every inch. When I’m bare in front of him, I glance down and see the effect it has on him.

“You’re hard,” I start, but he cuts me off with a kiss to the side of my head.

“I always am when you’re around. Ignore it,” he says, voice strained. “It’s just— you’re fucking gorgeous, Remy. That’s all.”

His lips trail down my jaw, then my neck, before closing over one nipple. A moan escapes me before I can stop it, and he smiles, pulling back. “Let me clean you up and feed you before you make me forget myself.”

I’m still breathless as he leads me to the shower, turning on the water and testing the temperature before guiding me under the spray. His hands move over me, washing my hair, mybody, taking his time with every inch of me. It’s not sexual— okay, maybe a little— but it’s more than that. It’s intimate.

“You’re good at this,” I murmur as his fingers work through the knots in my hair.

He smirks. “Don’t sound so surprised.”

When he wraps me in a towel and pulls me close, I catch sight of the bathtub again. It really is the biggest I’ve ever seen.

“Do people actually use that thing?” I ask, pointing.

His lips twitch. “Do you want to?”

“Really?” My voice is skeptical, but he’s already moving, filling the tub with water and adding something that makes it smell like vanilla and lavender.

“Of course, baby. Sit tight.”

I watch, wrapped in the towel, as he sets everything up, and my chest tightens again— this time in a way that’s entirely unfamiliar. I don’t know what’s happening between us, but I never want it to stop.

Once he is done, he comes back to where I am sitting, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“It’s ready, Rem.”

“Okay.” I let him lead me to the edge of the bathtub, then wait for him to pull the towel off me.

I sink into the bathtub, the warm water lapping over my skin, soothing me like nothing else could right now. My head rests against the edge, my legs stretched out, completelysurrounded by luxury. This tub isn’t just big— it’s obscene. Deep enough to drown in if I’m not careful.

He kneels beside me, a soft smile curving his lips. “You good?”

I nod, closing my eyes for a second, letting the heat work its magic. “Yeah.”

“You look like you’re about to pass out.”

I crack one eye open. “It’s your fault.”

“Not denying that,” he says, grinning. Then he leans in, his lips brushing mine, soft but commanding all at once. It’s unfair how good he is at this.

He pulls back too soon, his gaze roaming over me. “Stay here. I’m going to figure out dinner. What are you in the mood for?”

“I’m good with anything,” I murmur, already melting back into the water.

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