Page 34 of Sinners' Appetite
“Where’s your bathroom?” I ask, knowing damn well that I should be the one drawing her a bath instead.
“Across the hallway, why?”
I then point to the bed. “Sit. I’ll be right back.”
I head out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, searching around for bubble bath and a clean towel. I notice that she has candles around the backside of the tub, so I grab the lighter she has in the windowsill and light each one of them before turning on the taps.
If she’s like I hear most women are, she probably requires the water to be boiling in order to relax. Once it finishes filling, I head back into her room, grinning when I see her still sitting on the bed, waiting for me.
“Did you run a bath for me?” she asks in the most adorable tone I’ve ever heard.
“How did you know?”
“I heard it running, silly,” she laughs, making her way across the hallway and into the bathroom. “You lit all of the candles too?!” she squeals.
“I figured it would help you relax.”
“I won’t be long. I’m exhausted,” she says, reaching for the hem of her shirt and slips it up and over her head. I linger for a moment, unable to stop myself from scanning her body slowly, taking in her absolute beauty.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Nikki.” I groan as I take a few steps toward her, cupping her breasts in my hands as I lean in to tongue one of her nipples.
She lets out a gentle moan, grabbing the back of my head. “You’re killing me…”
I back up and smirk. “Okay, okay…I’ll leave you alone—for now.” I step out of the bathroom and head back to her room, contemplating on gathering the laundry from her floor andplacing them into the empty basket she has in the corner of her room.
Would that be too weird?
Fuck it, I’m doing it anyway.
Once I’m finished, I walk over to her bed and strip the blankets off, then the pillows, laughing when I see her vibrator go flying through the air and onto her floor.
She must keep it hidden in her pillowcase.
That’s cute.
A little while later, I hear the bathroom door creak open. When she walks into the room, wrapped in a towel, she lightly laughs, looking around her room.
“Are you kidding me? You cleaned my room?”
“Sure did. I accept blow-jobs and pussy for payment, ma’am.”
She lets out a sarcastic huff. “I guess I already prepaid for the service then.”
“Touche.”
She reaches for the comforter and pulls it back, giggling as she discovers the bright pink vibrator resting on top of her pillow. “I guess you found my boyfriend…”
“I kinda sent him flying,” I grin. “Remind me to let him join in on our fun next time.”
“I might not even need him if I have you to play with.”
I watch her as she gets onto the bed and slides under the covers beside where I’m sitting.
“We should talk about boundaries,” I suggest. “How do you feel about being played with in your sleep?”
She remains silent for a few seconds. “I honestly don’t know. I’ve never had it happen.”
“So, is that a no?” I ask, reaching below the covers to run my fingertips along her leg.
