My cheeks actually hurt, I’m smiling so much. “Are you going to join me this time?”
“Perhaps.” I can hear the coy little smile in her voice, and I push through the bathroom door, trying my best not to knock her head on the frame, then stop dead in the doorway.
“What is it?” Kyrith’s hands press into my back as she contorts herself to look.
“Did you upgrade the bathroom?”
I lower her to her feet and approach the grand round tub full to the brim with bubbles, then turn only to find the door behind us gone.
Kyrith takes in the room, noting the huge window beyond the tub and the plants everywhere. This room must be inspired by Botany Hall or something. Terracotta pots are crammed along shelves and hanging from the ceiling, the ferns and vines dipping towards the swirling water.
It’s pretty. The boss has great taste.
“It seems the Library has decided you’re sharing my bathroom now.”
Is she happy or mad about that? I tilt her chin up to mine, trying to read her. Don’t get me wrong, this is the swankiest bath I’ve ever seen, but I don’t want to invade her space if she doesn’t want me here.
“Want to go someplace else?”
I’m not going to lie, the floating multicoloured wisplightsand rose petals scattered around are super romantic, but if she’s not in the mood…
“No. I should’ve expected this.” She waves me over to the bath with an amused shake of her head. “I’m not sure whether to be flattered or insulted that the Arcanaeum feels the need to assist me with seducing you.”
She doesn’t need help, but I don’t tell her that. Instead, I grab the hem of my top, dragging it over my head with a grin. As soon as the fabric falls to the floor, Kyrith’s eyes are right there, tracing the lines of ink across my abs, and I grin.
She might have me by the balls, but she looks at me like a kid in a candy shop, all overwhelmed and unsure what she wants to try first.
“Are you getting in with all those clothes on?” I ask, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts as I toe off my shoes.
My words break the spell she’s under. Her jaw snaps shut, and she levels one of those imperious stares my way.
“Presumptuous.”
“Nope, just hopeful.” I slip my shorts down, smile tugging wider as she tracks the motion, big brown eyes lingering at the erection straining towards her.
My hand falls to my cock and strokes once, and she raises one eyebrow, folding her arms in a way that pushes her breasts up.
“I didn’t say you could do that.” My hand drops like I’ve been burned, and she shakes her head. “In the bath. Now.”
She’s already shrugging my letterman jacket from her shoulders and hanging it neatly on the towel rail. Those clever fingers head to the buttons at the bottom of her shirt, only to pause as I step into the water.
Yep, her eyes are glued to my ass. Who can blame her? It’s cute.
I love that I can distract her this much, but I want herundressed more than I want my next breath, so I dunk my whole body under the bubbles, ignoring the slightly too-hot temperature of the water.
“Ohhh,” I groan as I come up. “Did you chuck restorative salts into this?”
I wasn’t looking forward to being stiff all day tomorrow, and now I don’t have to be.
But my gratitude dries up, along with the inside of my mouth, as I catch sight of Kyrith in nothing more than a corset and stockings. Behind her, the mirror set into the wall gives me a perfect view of her round ass.
Fuuuuck.
Kyrith’s gaze is haughty and smouldering as she regards me. It takes everything I have to rest my arms on the rim of the tub on either side of me and pretend that I’m not three seconds away from begging her to remove those last pieces of fabric and join me.
On second thought…
I lean over and grab her by the waist, dragging her towards the bath and sloshing water across the rust-coloured floor tiles in the process.
