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Alas, she remained still.
So I focused on thoroughly soaping up her beautiful, firm ass before standing to work on her back.
She continued to tremble yet remained silent.
I’d given her a lot to consider. If she wanted to ask more questions later, I’d allow it.
I rotated her again to work on her torso, my sponge expertly creating suds against her breasts and abdomen before venturing to her arms.
All the while, she watched me from beneath hooded eyes.
I ended our intimate moment with a quick stroke of the sponge against her shaved mound and added a swift caress between her thighs, then set aside my supplies on the ground and rinsed her a final time.
When I finished, I met her gaze and said, “Game over. But we can play another one, if you want to.”
Again, maybe not the best choice of words. However, I wanted her to fully grasp my version of a game. Maybe that would help her understand me better.
Rather than wait for her to reply, I took a step back.
“I’m going to put my hands on the wall. If you want to touch me, you can. The soap is right there.” I gestured to where I’d set it against the marble floor. “If you don’t want to play, then step out of the shower and take one of the towels. I’ll wash up and join you when I’m done.”
With that blatant offer, I turned and pressed my palms to the stone-tile wall.
And waited.
Hoping she would understand the purpose behind my offer.An apology. Not direct. Not obvious. Just a subtle way of submitting to her needs.
My version of displaying intent.
Proving to her that I wanted her to choose me, not bow because of her training.
I would understand if she stepped out—I absolutely deserved that reaction.
I just hoped she wouldn’t.
I closed my eyes.
What’s it going to be, little flower?I wondered.Are you ready for my version of a game? Or are you going to run and hide?
Chapter 23
Lily
I staredat Master Cedric’s back, indulging in the undisturbed view of his flawless form.
He was gorgeous.
Tall. Athletically lean. Broad shoulders. Tapered waist. Sculpted backside. Long, muscular legs.
An enforcer.
I understood that term in the lycan sense. But what did it mean for a vampire?
He certainly looked lethal. However, that was rather standard for his kind.
Yet he’d taken on a rather unimposing position against the wall.
For me.
