Page 32 of Good Girl Gone Bad

Chapter Ten

Lily lit the vanilla-scented candles then put the lighter back into a drawer. She’d snuck out of the room and asked Marie for candles and a lighter, and the sweet lady gave them to her quickly, no questions asked. She scanned the majestic bathroom, which looked like something straight from the pages of an upscale decorating magazine. Ever since she’d arrived that morning, she’d been dying to take a bath in the oversize marble tub. But she hadn’t had the time, so she’d chosen the stand-in shower instead.

Now she had a much better reason to use it with Marco.

She withdrew travel-size shampoos from her toiletry bag. When he’d admitted how much he enjoyed the way she made him feel when she washed his hair, something warm and fuzzy had enveloped her. She’d expected him to be mad for the setback she’d caused regarding his cousin, but he surprised her by finding a way to work together in the end. Would he be like this in a real relationship?

Lily snorted. Yeah, like it mattered. She’d never know. He’d been clear from the start about his intentions. In fact, he’d paid her so there wouldn’t be any lines crossed. Shaking her head, willing away any silly hope of their hot sex contract leading to something more, she took the luxurious shower gel from the cabinet. Several exquisite bottles occupied the three shelves, filled with all kinds of skin care and beauty products.

She turned on the tap, made sure the warm water filled the tub, and poured in a generous amount of gel. Quickly, bubbles formed, and a white foam took over the tub. Hmmm… He’d asked her to wash his hair. What was stopping her from joining him?

Not a thing.

Liquid heat pooled in her core. She peeled off her clothes and folded them on a chair. Then, she picked the bottles she’d need and placed them on a stool next to the tub. Giggling, she stepped inside and sank into the hot, scented bath, luxuriating in the water as it skimmed over her bare skin and covered her breasts. The foam kissed the tips of her nipples, making them pebble into taut points. “You can come inside,” she called, already anticipating him coming in her.

The door swung open, and he greeted her with the most gorgeous, devilish smile on his face, his eyes darkening as soon as his gaze landed on her. “Well, well… This should be fun.”

“I figured it’d be easier to wash your hair if I’m in here.”

He removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor. “Of course.”

He pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift movement and shoved them to the side. God, he was beautiful. She gave herself a few seconds to gape at him, appreciating how his muscles moved as he walked up to her. The ridges and planes of his body were like a map she wanted to explore again and again.

She didn’t allow her gaze to slide past his six-pack, knowing full well she’d find a hard-on waiting for her. A delicious current went up her spine. How in the heck would she be able to do what he asked when she wanted to fuck him right now? She had to be strong and wait to give in to her arousal, which would only make the sex even better.

She scooted against the end of the tub. “I want you to sit between my legs, with your back against me.”

“But then I’d be missing out on the view.”

“I need to do a good job. Just follow my lead for once.”

He let out a sigh of amusement, with the silent statement he doubted either of them would manage to keep their hands off each other for long.

When he dipped down in front of her, she wrapped her legs around his torso and lifted a bit so she’d be taller than him.

“If anyone opened a hair salon with this technique, they’d become a billionaire overnight,” he said.

She chuckled and reached for the bottle on the chair. She opened the cap, added some water, and splashed some of it in his hair, wetting it until the ends curled under her touch. She heard a groan from him. They hadn’t even started, and he was already out of sorts.

“Hair washing is one of my favorite things to do. I know it must be so uninteresting to a guy who takes out CEOs and the like,” she said, wondering about the kind of women he dated. Did he prefer powerful business types who knew the score? Or long-legged top models? A Google search would give her the answer, but her stomach tightened with dread.

“You’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met,” he said.

Her heart flipped, and she almost wished she could excuse herself and go deal with her unleashed emotions in private. He hadn’t asked her to move in with him, for crying out loud. He hadn’t even offered her any clues that he’d like to take her on something as trivial as an actual date after their contract came to an end.

She swallowed. He’d complimented her on something other than her looks, or her sexual skills, and the part of her that yearned for acceptance was far too excited. More excited than she was by the way his back rubbed against her sensitive nipples, sending electrical charges into her clit, making it pulse. “Thanks. You’re not bad for a money-hungry Italian billionaire. Because I meet those every day, you know.”

For a time that stretched for longer than she counted, she massaged his scalp, her fingers working through his hair. His shoulders relaxed, and she felt rather than heard his sigh. He enjoyed this. “You weren’t kidding me, huh. You like me to play with your hair.”

“I’m sure if you find a shrink, she’ll say I wasn’t touched much as a child.”

“Were you?”

“Not really. I got used to it, though.”

“Did your brother suffer the same scrutiny you did growing up?” she asked. The little he told her always involved him being shunned, but nothing about Nico. She hadn’t met Nico yet, so she couldn’t appraise if the treatment he received from their father was as cold and distant as it was for Marco.

“No. He was born already, and our mother didn’t have any problems when he was the only child. When she became pregnant with me, she had a complicated pregnancy and after my early arrival, she started to lose it.”

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