Page 9 of Possession

Her pupils flared, her expression turning so wary that I had to laugh.

“Get in the tub, Ms. Copeland.”

Chapter Three

Grace slipped under the surface of the water, submerging herself under a mass of ocean-scented bubbles. I knew exactly where the bottle of bubble bath had come from. Some well-meaning individual had given it to me as a housewarming present, claiming I needed to relax.

Apparently, bubble baths were what I was supposed to be taking to achieve that state.

Or else I could just cup my hard-on through my pants and watch Grace slide lower until only her nose, lively summer sky-colored eyes, and precariously balanced bun of golden curls remained above the froth.

When I went to undo the snap of my pants, she tilted her head, sending another curl flying away from the rest. Though it dipped between her eyes, she paid it no mind. Her focus was all on my hand, slipping the zipper lower. I removed my shoes and socks, then shucked my pants and boxers. I would’ve done the same with my shirt, but she shook her head.

“Leave it on.”

I rose an eyebrow. Did she have some kind of suit fetish or something?

My questions in that arena only grew as she pushed herself out of the water. Bubbles and droplets cascaded off her flushed breasts and her tight pink nipples. My mouth watered, and I would’ve agreed to anything she asked.

Which was handy, since she had quite the request.

“Where’s your tie?” she murmured, and I knew it wasn’t an idle question.

“Other room.”

“Go get it.”

I lifted a brow. “You think I take your orders, Ms. Copeland?”

“You do if you expect me to take yours.” To sweeten the pot, she rose up on her knees and scooped up a couple of handfuls of water, splashing them over her cleavage. Her tits bounced with the movement, and she lifted up just enough for me to see a hint of neatly trimmed pale blonde curls between her thighs.

I was moving toward the bedroom before she could speak again. Her soft laughter followed me out, another kind of gift.

I wasn’t the sort of man who could be commanded—by anyone but her. The reins she held were no less powerful for being invisible.

She slipped under the bubbles again as I came back in with the tie. I wanted to wind it around her wrists and anchor it to the faucet, to leave her completely at my mercy while I gave her half a dozen orgasms. I wouldn’t stop until she was limp and sated and the night a blur in her mind.

But this was her thing. She clearly had something in mind, and if fulfilling it gave her pleasure, I’d make it happen. Anything to diminish the memory of her fear as those intruders had invaded her sacred space.

Isn’t that what you did too? Unintentionally, but still?

“I want to watch,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the jets she must’ve hit during my tie retrieval. She gestured at the mirrored tiles that surrounded us, splattering bubbles across my already too hot and tight skin. “I want to see everything.”

“That was the plan.”

“No.” She drew her lower lip between her teeth. “I want to watchyou.”

Slowly, I drew the tie between my hands. A picture was forming behind my eyes, and the mere idea had my brutally hard cock bobbing against my stomach. “And this?”

“You like…pressure, right?” She lowered her lashes, then she swept them up so I was trapped in a swirl of heated blue-green.

Damn siren.

She was already sliding to the side of the tub. “I’ll tie the knot.” She tugged on the tie, and I let go.

She slipped the silky material around my erection and ran it up and down a few times, jerkily at first then smoother until I was rolling forward on the balls of my feet. It took everything I possessed not to grab a handful of her hair and drag her mouth to my length, to push past those glossy pink lips. But she’d made a request, and I was helpless to resist.

I also wanted to see how far she’d go. Exactly how much she could take.

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