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- Anthony Webs Cofounder @ Viggle
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“Agh, it burns,”I exclaim. “Itactuallyburns.”
“Don’t be such a baby.” Lily’s voice drifts upward as she bends over one of the sinks in the bathroom of our two-bedroom London suite. Despite her lack of sympathy, I stand beside her, and keep painting her hair a deep ebony color.
It took every ounce of willpower to not book a one-bedroom suite and lie that everything else was sold out.
But no, the damn rule book.
Luckily, unlike Brazil, our rooms are directly opposite each other across a small hallway. The suite has a chef’s kitchen and oversized spherical windows that face out onto the bustling city, the Thames in the distance.
“Oh no, we’re getting it everywhere.” She looks up from her spot over the sink. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Just do your best to cover all the hair. Every last piece.”
This makeshift salon is supposed to be my punishment for the edging session I gave her on our journey over here. Apparently, the hefty bill at the end of the flight wasn’t punishment enough.
Whatever. It was worth every cent to see her fall apart in front of those poor attendants.
Come to think of it, I’ve spent more on her this summer alone than I have on myself in years.
I’d do it all again to see her happy.
Who would’ve thought giving could feel this good?
Especially when it’s giving to someone like Lily, who seems to enjoy my company more than the comfortable weight of my titanium credit card.
“I’m really trying,” I promise, and scoot closer to her side. “Even if I may pass out from inhaling toxic chemicals for the past hour.”
A thick glob of ammonia-scented dye splashes the floor.
She snorts. “That’s gonna leave a stain.”
“We have about a month to scrub it out. What gets hair dye out of tile?” My eyes skip from the floor to the black streaks covering the sink. Dark explosions coat several white towels. “And perhaps cottonandmarble?”
“My drawer of ruined shirts back home has taught me nothing gets dye out.”
“You’re telling me my hands are going to be permanently stained?” I lift my palms up to the mirror. Dark color has seeped into my skin. I guess I could play it off as a horrible attempt at a gradient tattoo.
“Nico.” Lily whips her head around, and strands of sticky hair strike me. “I told you to wear gloves.”
“I wanted to feel your hair.”
She wets one of the remaining clean towels and scrubs the splatter of dye off my face. “You’re such a creep.”
“You like it.”
Her laughter only confirms she does.
I want to touch and taste so many parts of Lily. Every second of every damn day.
Lust has never felt quite this obsessive. The only thing I’ve ever really craved before is traveling, but now there’sher. She adds color, excitement, and a heavenly touch to everything.
And it isn’t even all about sex with her. I, Nico Navarro, may be pussy-whipped by Lily Rodin, and I haven’t even been inside her yet. I’ve never felt this way about someone before.
“Make sure you’re getting all the way to the root.” She turns back toward the mirror, sending her full hips into me, and it takes every ounce of control to not wrap my dye-stained hands around her waist and grind my length against her.
“Ever done it while dying your hair?” A terrible attempt to distract myself from the fantasy.
