Page 37 of The VIP Package

“Fine.” I wince as water sloshes the tender bits between my legs.

“Something hurts?”

“Not from the sting. That’s feeling better.”

He inspects me for damage. “Why did you grimace?”

“Because your gigantic penis just left me a little bit raw, okay?”

“Not okay.” He glares. “Youtell me, Camille, if I’m hurting you?—”

“You didn’t hurt me—I love that you fuck like a machine with that battering ram between your legs.”

Still muttering to himself, Ash maneuvers my body to the side and looks at my thigh. “I don’t see any tentacles?—”

“From your dick? Not really into tentacle kink, but I did see it on the Crystal Bliss menu. Very inclusive of you.”

“Stay right here.”He stomps from the room as I lie back in the tub, letting hot water surround me.

“Where else would I go, Ash Hole?” I grumble.

“I heard that!” Loud footsteps thunder and he returns to the bathroom, a yellow and white tube gripped in one hand.

“Is that Neosporin?”

“It should help with the sting. We’ll let the hot water work a little longer.”

I already feel almost normal. Dunking my head underwater, I rinse the salt from my hair. When I bob back to the surface, Ash is watching with a worried look.

“I’m okay,” I assure him. “Got any shampoo?”

“Later,” he says. “You want clear water for now.”

“Besides the sunscreen, you mean.”

Scowling, he hands me a washcloth. “Use this if you want.”

“Thanks.” I sponge off my body, working carefully around the site of the sting. The hot water must be working, since I’m barely in pain anymore.

Ash watches like a hawk, laser focused on me as I dunk my head underwater again. It feels nice to rinse all the salt off my body. To soak in this luxurious tub with an attentive man by my side. I consider asking for a glass of champagne, but he’d probably take me seriously and order a servant to go get it.

“Where’s all the household staff?”

“Hmm?”

“You mentioned that Kora supervises your household staff. Surely, in a mansion, you’ve got maids and groundskeepers and?—”

“Everyone’s on vacation right now.”

“Except Lars, obviously.”

“At the market,” he grumbles.

Good to know, in case we wind up fucking each other’s brains out again. I tip my head back for one final rinse, then slick back my hair. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“You’re welcome.” He hands me a towel and I use it to pat my face dry.

“No, I mean it. I know I tease you for being bossy, but I appreciate you taking charge. That you knew what to do when something went wrong.”

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