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“It’s part of my reward.”

Aisling shoots me a look that I can’t quite figure out as she steps into the shower. All I know is that she didn’t shoot me down.

“Plug the warmer in in my room, will you? I usually just lay a towel down on my bed and do it in there,” she calls over the sound of the water and fan.

In record time, I plug the warmer in on her nightstand and make it back to the bathroom. There’s no way I’m missing a chance to watch her shower.

The tease knows what she’s doing as I’m waiting outside of the shower for her to finish. I can see the shadow of her figure as she washes herself, her hands running up and down her body in every direction. By the time the water turns off, my dick is hard as a fucking rock, standing at attention to its queen.

Aisling’s hand reaches out from behind the curtain and grabs the fluffy black towel that’s hanging on the hook. I watch her figure through the curtain wrap it around herself before pulling the shower curtain fully back.

I watch her step out and dry off before grabbing a couple of towels out of the small closet inside the bathroom and taking them to her room to lay on her bed.

“Tell me what to do.”

“You’re not going to do anything until I tell you to pull the wax.” Aisling stirs the wax in the warmer before swirling some around on the stick and laying the wax on her skin. “Give it a minute. It needs to be cooled off before you pull it.”

I nod my head as I hang on to her every word.

The coarse dark hair is only about a quarter of an inch long, and I find it sexy as fuck.

“I’ll do the first one so you can see how to do it,” Aisling says as she moves to the layer of wax on her bikini line.

I watch her pull up the edge of the wax slightly before pulling the skin taunt and ripping the wax off in one quick, smooth motion.

She didn’t make a fucking sound.

Maybe she’s actually the psychopath and Cyrus isn’t.

“That didn’t hurt?” I wince, looking at the red skin.

“Beauty is pain.” She shrugs. “I’ve done this so many times I could do it in my sleep.”

That sounds fucking miserable.

“Ready to try?” Aisling asks.

“Yeah,” I answer as I move in closer.

I grab the layer of wax on the opposite side she did and copy her motions, ripping it off quickly.

She didn’t even flinch.

My cock throbs in my boxers at the sight of her spread out and at my mercy.

Aisling dips a stick into the wax before laying more sections down on her mound, outlining the L.

Holy shit, this is going to look so fucking hot. My balls are growing heavy at the thought.

Once the wax she laid down has cooled, I yank those off too.

“Let me trim it up a little bit, and I’ll show you the final product.” Aisling hops off the bed and walks to the bathroom.

I follow her like a lost puppy.

I’d be surprised if there wasn’t drool dripping down my chin.

I watch every cut as Aisling trims the hair that’s in an L shape. Once she’s done, she sets the scissors on the counter and turns to look at me.