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coral baby-doll from the bed, and padded into the bathroom.
I lay back against the egg-shaped bath, mindlessly rolling the bubbles around in my hand, not actually believing I was soaking in Parks’ bath. Only hours ago, I hated him, never wanted to see him again, and was glad he left me. Fast-forward a few hours and I’m accepting help from him and living in his swanky penthouse. Accepting expensive, sexy gifts and lying in bubble baths. On the outside it looked perfect, but my soul remained broken. Parks couldn’t fool me, either. He was hiding something, and if he wanted to unravel me, I sure as hell would be reciprocating.
“Can I join you?”
I jumped again from his intrusion and made it known that time. “Shit. Would you stop doing that?” I pushed all the bubbles up to my neck before turning to face him. Wow. My fright was obliterated when my eyes came into contact with his perfect self. I swallowed down my pride as he stood in all his glorious, half-naked perfection. Solid, strong muscles framed his broad shoulders and right down to his packed, defined abdomen. His powerful mounted legs began walking my way, and I couldn’t stop staring at the mighty package his white briefs didn’t hide so well. He came to a halt at the side of the bath and cocked his head to one side on a grin. How in God’s name was I going to deny him an invitation into my bathwater?
I sucked in a dubious breath. “As long as you keep your hands to yourself.” I was nervous, of course I was, but the bubbles kept my stomach covered, so I would be safe.
“Oh.” His lips fluttered. “I don’t think you mean that. You’re already staring at what I can gift you with, Evelyn.”
I wasn’t consciously doing it and only realised I was when I brought my eyes back up to his face. “You’re so vain,” I accused lightly as he slipped down his boxer-briefs, then stepped out of them slowly as they hit the bathroom floor.
“Wouldn’t you say I have a reason to be?” he taunted. I dragged my eyes away from his magnificent cock, standing strong and inviting against his stomach.
“No.” I hid my smirk as he sank into the bath, making the water rock back and forth. Taking a seat opposite me, he made sure we were staring at each other for a moment. My gaze wandered over a unique and beautiful face that could stand out in a crowd of a million. His vivid emerald-like eyes were extraordinary. And that dark, tousled hair that was too great for a man fell effortlessly into place without him even trying.
His curved, pink lips rose up a touch. He knew I was admiring him. “You’re endlessly beautiful, Evelyn. Come here.”
I was holding my knees to my chest, so I slowly released them and moved towards him. The water and the bubbles were over my body to the top of my breasts, but when I moved forwards, they got exposed, causing Parks to inhale slowly on a sensual growl. “Put your legs around me,” he ordered gruffly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and settled down into his lap. The gasp that left my throat was due to the hardness of his cock sweeping against my sex.
We were face-to-face, intimate, close, and internally frail.
“Perfect,” he whispered. “So, so perfect.”
“I wouldn’t agree,” I mumbled.
“Stop.” He gazed at me intently, reprimanding me for my lack of confidence. “Don’t doubt yourself in front of me. I hate that you do.”
“I find it hard to take compliment. Sue me.” My voice was heavily laced with sarcasm.
“Turn around, Princess. I’ll wash your hair.”
I stilled in his lap, peering through my eyelashes. “Princess? That’s what you called me in your sleep at my flat.”
“I did?” he questioned, gathering the shampoo from the side of the bath and squirting it into his hands. I turned around, making the water slosh between our bodies.
“Yeah, don’t call me that.”
“Well, a princess is how I intend to treat you, so that’s what I’ll call you. Don’t question me,
I lay back against the egg-shaped bath, mindlessly rolling the bubbles around in my hand, not actually believing I was soaking in Parks’ bath. Only hours ago, I hated him, never wanted to see him again, and was glad he left me. Fast-forward a few hours and I’m accepting help from him and living in his swanky penthouse. Accepting expensive, sexy gifts and lying in bubble baths. On the outside it looked perfect, but my soul remained broken. Parks couldn’t fool me, either. He was hiding something, and if he wanted to unravel me, I sure as hell would be reciprocating.
“Can I join you?”
I jumped again from his intrusion and made it known that time. “Shit. Would you stop doing that?” I pushed all the bubbles up to my neck before turning to face him. Wow. My fright was obliterated when my eyes came into contact with his perfect self. I swallowed down my pride as he stood in all his glorious, half-naked perfection. Solid, strong muscles framed his broad shoulders and right down to his packed, defined abdomen. His powerful mounted legs began walking my way, and I couldn’t stop staring at the mighty package his white briefs didn’t hide so well. He came to a halt at the side of the bath and cocked his head to one side on a grin. How in God’s name was I going to deny him an invitation into my bathwater?
I sucked in a dubious breath. “As long as you keep your hands to yourself.” I was nervous, of course I was, but the bubbles kept my stomach covered, so I would be safe.
“Oh.” His lips fluttered. “I don’t think you mean that. You’re already staring at what I can gift you with, Evelyn.”
I wasn’t consciously doing it and only realised I was when I brought my eyes back up to his face. “You’re so vain,” I accused lightly as he slipped down his boxer-briefs, then stepped out of them slowly as they hit the bathroom floor.
“Wouldn’t you say I have a reason to be?” he taunted. I dragged my eyes away from his magnificent cock, standing strong and inviting against his stomach.
“No.” I hid my smirk as he sank into the bath, making the water rock back and forth. Taking a seat opposite me, he made sure we were staring at each other for a moment. My gaze wandered over a unique and beautiful face that could stand out in a crowd of a million. His vivid emerald-like eyes were extraordinary. And that dark, tousled hair that was too great for a man fell effortlessly into place without him even trying.
His curved, pink lips rose up a touch. He knew I was admiring him. “You’re endlessly beautiful, Evelyn. Come here.”
I was holding my knees to my chest, so I slowly released them and moved towards him. The water and the bubbles were over my body to the top of my breasts, but when I moved forwards, they got exposed, causing Parks to inhale slowly on a sensual growl. “Put your legs around me,” he ordered gruffly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and settled down into his lap. The gasp that left my throat was due to the hardness of his cock sweeping against my sex.
We were face-to-face, intimate, close, and internally frail.
“Perfect,” he whispered. “So, so perfect.”
“I wouldn’t agree,” I mumbled.
“Stop.” He gazed at me intently, reprimanding me for my lack of confidence. “Don’t doubt yourself in front of me. I hate that you do.”
“I find it hard to take compliment. Sue me.” My voice was heavily laced with sarcasm.
“Turn around, Princess. I’ll wash your hair.”
I stilled in his lap, peering through my eyelashes. “Princess? That’s what you called me in your sleep at my flat.”
“I did?” he questioned, gathering the shampoo from the side of the bath and squirting it into his hands. I turned around, making the water slosh between our bodies.
“Yeah, don’t call me that.”
“Well, a princess is how I intend to treat you, so that’s what I’ll call you. Don’t question me,
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