Page 94 of Irresistibly Risky

She doesn’t reply, but that’s because she can’t hear me. She’s in the bath, head back on the rim of the tub, eyes closed, with her AirPods in her ears. The room is dark, with the lights dimmed and candles flickering. The air is thick with humidity and the scent of the bath bombs I had Freddy buy her. It’s a sensual, romantic wonderland.

I don’t want to startle her, so I march with heavy steps, hoping the vibrations will alert her to my presence. Especially if she has the noise canceling on.

“Wynter?” I call, louder this time.

Her head snaps up, her eyes bolt open, and she emits a tiny, startled scream. One of her AirPods goes flying out of her ear, and by the grace of all that is holy, she manages to catch it before it plummets into the water. She pulls the other one out and sets them down on the shelf beside the tub.

“The hell, Asher?!”

“Sorry. I couldn’t find you.”

“I told you I was going to take a bath.”

I kneel down next to the tub, dropping my forearm on the edge of the white porcelain and then my chin on my arm. “No, you didn’t.”

She rolls her eyes, not pleased at all. “Um. Yes, I did. You were checking your phone, and I told you I was going to take a bath. I asked if you heard me, and you said yes.”

I give her a sheepish smile. “I have zero recollection of that.”

“Shocker of all shockers. Now out. I’m relaxing.”

“That’s not nearly as fun as naked swimming.” I stare down at her perky breasts and firm nipples peeking, up through the thin layer of bubbles floating on top of the water.

“We already did that. Remember?” She flicks my ear, making me jolt, and my gaze snaps back up to hers. A full-blown smile erupts across my face. I like that she just caught me staring. Especially considering it made her nipples harden. “Out. You’re interrupting the sanctity of alone bath time.”

Instead of doing what she asks, I pull off my T-shirt and then strip out of my track shorts and boxer briefs.

“What are you doing? I didn’t invite you in here with me.”

The way her green eyes grow dark and hungry isn’t exactly selling that.

“I had wanted to swim naked with you under the stars, but when I came into your room to find you, I found something in your nightstand drawer instead,” I tell her, bypassing her half-assed rejection completely.

I step into the opposite side of the tub and then sink down into the warm, girly-scented water and fluffy bubbles. Our eyes fight a silent war, and then she harrumphs in feigned defeat. She’s the worst at playing hard to get, but I love the game and the chase, and she knows it. Shifting to make room for me, my large frame quickly crowds her, but to make up for it, I grab one foot and then the other and place them over my legs, taking turns using my good hand to rub them.

Her head falls back, and her eyes close. She loves the hell out of this.

“What did you find?” she murmurs distantly.

“Do you not know?” I click the button on the end of the toy that’s enclosed in my other fist, and it starts to vibrate in the water.

Her eyes spark open. “Oh.” She laughs. “I forgot about him.”

“He’s not very impressive.”

She quirks a taunting eyebrow. “He more than gets the job done.”

“Let’s see how well.”

I give her foot a firm tug, pulling her toward me until her ass slides through the water and over my shins and knees. Water sloshes everywhere as she straddles me, her tits practically in my face, her skin wet and warm and flushed. So fucking delicious.

“I think I can do better,” I tell her, leaning back against the tub and getting comfortable.

“I doubt that. Hemi is a magic bullet. It’s his official title.”

“Hemi?” I choke out, my eyebrows at my hairline.

She smiles victoriously. “Like Chris Hemsworth and the truck engine all in one.”

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