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the headache?”
“Gone, thankfully.” She wrinkled her nose and looked away. “But you know what? I’m feeling a little…gross. Do you think it’s possible I could use your shower?”
A shower? All thoughts of his sister faded and were replaced with very alluring ones of Brandy. A shower would mean she’d be naked. In his bathroom, under running water. A wet, naked female in his house— you need to get laid .
“Go for it, the towels are in the cupboard under the sink.” The words sounded strained even to his ears.
She gave him a quizzical look but nodded. “Again, thank you.”
Marco held his breath until she’d left the room and shut the bathroom door, then sighed and shook his head. What the hell was wrong with him?
This was going way beyond a good deed. Good deeds didn’t come home with you and walk around in your clothes.
Before heading into work today he’d drop her off. It was time. She could deal with things from there. By now she must have some kind of idea with what she was going to do. Or so he hoped.
Brandy locked the bathroom door behind her and leaned against it, closing her eyes. So Marco still had absolutely no idea who she was—which was probably a good thing. She didn’t really relish the idea of breaking the news to him and seeing the look in his eyes. The look every man gave her when they realized who she was.
Stripping off his shirt, she went to look in the mirror at her body. The lighting was kind of bad and made her skin look blotchy. But it emphasized all her curves, and Lord did she have a ton of them. Her breasts, in her opinion—and Gordon’s—were just a little too big.
She’d considered a reduction for the vanity aspect, since the size of them didn’t bother her physically. Then she’d thought about the reaction of the tabloids and had decided against it.
The reporters would have had a field day. Brandy Summers, heiress to the exclusive lingerie chain Sugar and Spice just got her boobs chopped in half.
She shook her head and unhooked her bra, dropping the $150 scrap of lace onto the bathroom floor. If she weren’t given the lingerie free of charge, she could never have justified spending that kind of money on it.
It always blew her mind to think that some people did so. Quite a few people actually. Since her parents had opened the company twenty-eight years ago it had become the most profitable lingerie chain in the United States, and had recently expanded to Europe.
After turning on the shower, she reached her fingers in to test the temperature. The warm water ran over her hand and down her arm, helping relax her a bit. The idea of being clean again had her quickly stepping into the small stall and shutting the glass door.
She dunked her head under the water and felt her curls lower an inch toward her skull. After a few minutes they hung in defeat down her back. Hopefully Marco had hair gel.
Searching the shower she finally found the soap. She picked up the bar and lifted it to her nose to give it a quick sniff. Ah, here was the source of scent de Marco . It was spicy and woodsy at the same time. Brown flecks dotted the white bar. Cinnamon? Probably.
She wet the bar down in the shower and then began to lather up. Because she knew Marco used this very bar of soap, bathing took on an erotic tinge she hadn’t expected. A tremor ran through her body as she ran the slick bar of soap over her skin.
The cinnamon pieces in the soap created friction against her flesh. She passed the bar over her breasts and her nipples peaked in response.
“Oh God.” Brandy dropped her head against the wall of the shower as her knees weakened. This was just stupid. She was a grown woman getting aroused by a bar of soap.
Why now? Sex with Gordon had been sporadic at best, and more often than not she found herself avoiding it. Which was weird, since she loved the idea of sex. She hadn’t done the self-pleasure thing in God knows how long. So why was she getting the impulse to do
“Gone, thankfully.” She wrinkled her nose and looked away. “But you know what? I’m feeling a little…gross. Do you think it’s possible I could use your shower?”
A shower? All thoughts of his sister faded and were replaced with very alluring ones of Brandy. A shower would mean she’d be naked. In his bathroom, under running water. A wet, naked female in his house— you need to get laid .
“Go for it, the towels are in the cupboard under the sink.” The words sounded strained even to his ears.
She gave him a quizzical look but nodded. “Again, thank you.”
Marco held his breath until she’d left the room and shut the bathroom door, then sighed and shook his head. What the hell was wrong with him?
This was going way beyond a good deed. Good deeds didn’t come home with you and walk around in your clothes.
Before heading into work today he’d drop her off. It was time. She could deal with things from there. By now she must have some kind of idea with what she was going to do. Or so he hoped.
Brandy locked the bathroom door behind her and leaned against it, closing her eyes. So Marco still had absolutely no idea who she was—which was probably a good thing. She didn’t really relish the idea of breaking the news to him and seeing the look in his eyes. The look every man gave her when they realized who she was.
Stripping off his shirt, she went to look in the mirror at her body. The lighting was kind of bad and made her skin look blotchy. But it emphasized all her curves, and Lord did she have a ton of them. Her breasts, in her opinion—and Gordon’s—were just a little too big.
She’d considered a reduction for the vanity aspect, since the size of them didn’t bother her physically. Then she’d thought about the reaction of the tabloids and had decided against it.
The reporters would have had a field day. Brandy Summers, heiress to the exclusive lingerie chain Sugar and Spice just got her boobs chopped in half.
She shook her head and unhooked her bra, dropping the $150 scrap of lace onto the bathroom floor. If she weren’t given the lingerie free of charge, she could never have justified spending that kind of money on it.
It always blew her mind to think that some people did so. Quite a few people actually. Since her parents had opened the company twenty-eight years ago it had become the most profitable lingerie chain in the United States, and had recently expanded to Europe.
After turning on the shower, she reached her fingers in to test the temperature. The warm water ran over her hand and down her arm, helping relax her a bit. The idea of being clean again had her quickly stepping into the small stall and shutting the glass door.
She dunked her head under the water and felt her curls lower an inch toward her skull. After a few minutes they hung in defeat down her back. Hopefully Marco had hair gel.
Searching the shower she finally found the soap. She picked up the bar and lifted it to her nose to give it a quick sniff. Ah, here was the source of scent de Marco . It was spicy and woodsy at the same time. Brown flecks dotted the white bar. Cinnamon? Probably.
She wet the bar down in the shower and then began to lather up. Because she knew Marco used this very bar of soap, bathing took on an erotic tinge she hadn’t expected. A tremor ran through her body as she ran the slick bar of soap over her skin.
The cinnamon pieces in the soap created friction against her flesh. She passed the bar over her breasts and her nipples peaked in response.
“Oh God.” Brandy dropped her head against the wall of the shower as her knees weakened. This was just stupid. She was a grown woman getting aroused by a bar of soap.
Why now? Sex with Gordon had been sporadic at best, and more often than not she found herself avoiding it. Which was weird, since she loved the idea of sex. She hadn’t done the self-pleasure thing in God knows how long. So why was she getting the impulse to do
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