Page 38 of Family Ties

I find her under the warm spray of the water, suds rolling down her slick skin. If I hadn’t just emptied myself into her a few minutes ago, the sight of her gliding the sponge over breasts would be enough to make want to slide inside her again.

“Give it to me.” I grip her hand that’s holding the soft, natural sponge. Without hesitation, she releases her grip and allows it to fall into my waiting palm.

After adding a generous amount of body wash to the already sudsy sponge, I turn Abigail away from me and swipe her wet hair over her shoulder. My hand traces down her spine, leaving bubbles in its wake. Repeating the motion, I draw almost invisible lines down her back. Once it is clean, I reach around her body and proceed to clean the front of her torso.

Kneeling behind her, I drag my hand up and down her legs before moving on to her perfectly round ass. Pressing between her slightly parted legs, I gingerly clean my cum from the uppermost part of her thighs. I place my hand into the stream of water to rinse it of the bubbles. I press two fingers into herand swirl them in a scooping motion to gather what I can of my release. When I pull them out, I rinse them in the water and clean her again with the sponge.

“All clean, kitten.” I stand and thoroughly rinse the sponge. Hanging hers to dry, I grab the other for myself. “Go get dressed.”

She turns to face me, and her emerald eyes pierce my dark soul when she looks up at me. Her voice is soft and timid as she places her hands on my chest. “Let me do the same for you.”

I shouldn’t…

Already fighting myself and knowing I need to distance myself from her, I hesitate to respond. Her gaze is unwavering as she stares up at me through her thick lashes, and I can’t help myself.

Hesitantly, I lift her hand from my chest and provide her with the sponge. She takes it from me and places her hand back on my chest, using the leverage to trade places with me under the spray of the water.

Grabbing my soap, she squeezes a generous amount into the sponge. Kneading it to create foam, the woodsy scent mixes with her citrus and honey in the air.

The two of us smell delectable together.

Abigail drags the sponge from shoulder to shoulder, the suds falling over my pecs and down my abs. She follows them, tenderly cleaning the ripples of skin beneath her hand until she reaches my waist. Returning to my shoulder, she cleans down my arm to my fingers. Lifting my arm, she swipes along my armpit, and I can’t help the smile that ticks at the corner of my mouth—her touch tickles.

Fuck, Grant…

Stepping closer, her tits press against my body as she snakes her arms around me. Wrapped in her embrace, she rubs the sponge over my back. Tipping my chin down, I’m met with those fucking green eyes again.

“Sir.” She swallows hard. “I know what you’ve said—”

“Abigail.” My tone is soft as I try to deter her coming words with my interruption.

“I know this isn’t a fairy tale, and you’re not a white knight.” Her voice is pained as she continues to stare up at me. “I take you as the dark knight that you are.”

“Dark knights have no qualms destroying everything in their path, kitten.”

“I know…” Her voice trails off because she doesn’t have to say the rest.

We both already know I’ve fucking broken her.

But it’s what she’s breaking in me that’s fucking terrifying.

CHAPTER

THIRTY

ABIGAIL

Grant’s fingers grip my jaw and begin to lower his face to mine. His warm lips press against the damp skin of my forehead, and he places a soft kiss causing my heart to thump in my throat.

This isn’t completely one-sided.

“I’ll finish up, kitten.” His lips vibrate against my skin as they linger on my forehead. Grant’s hands slide down my arms as he softly pulls them from his body and takes the sponge from me. “Go get dressed.”

Releasing my chin, he stands back from me, and I’m met with his blue eyes.

Cold. Icy. Blue eyes.

Doing as he asks, I leave him in the shower to finish up. I stay in the bathroom for a moment as I towel off and comb the knots from my wet hair before heading into the bedroom to gather my clothes for the day.

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