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The whole thing is all paneled wood walls and old school tiles. It’s gorgeous and I wish I could transport it back to my tiny one-bedroom apartment in Chicago.
Sighing contentedly, I close my eyes, letting the warm water envelop me. They won’t be up for hours now, Bill included. I intend to soak for at least an hour and a half. I even brought a book with me, having finished Beau’s manuscript this morning.
I’m on the cusp of awake and asleep when I hear a creak of the old floorboards. I guess someone is awake. Oh well, there are three other bathrooms, they can pick one of those. Shifting slightly to get more comfortable, I sigh again, enjoying the feeling of the warm water I’m soaking in.
I gasp and my eyes fly open as fingers land on my shin under the water and trail upward. My eyes find Tim’s warm caramel-colored ones as he kneels beside the tub, the sleeve of his shirt shoved all the way up as he watches my face, and his fingers drift higher.
“How did you get in here?” I whisper, and he smirks at me.
“Gladys had a spare key for emergencies. Close your eyes.”
I blink at him, still hazy from almost falling asleep.
“What if someone else comes in?” I gasp and Tim rolls his eyes at me.
“I locked the door again. Close your eyes.”
But they stay resolutely open wide. “What if someonehearsus?”
“Then they’re going to be blushing. I believe you have to do what I tell you. Close. Your. Eyes.”
Glaring at him for one more moment, I let my eyes flutter closed again, luxuriating in the feeling of the warm water, Tim’s heated eyes on my face, and his fingers lightly stroking as they make their way ever higher. My eyes so want to open, but I keep them shut even as I gasp as his fingers part my folds and two slide inside me.
“Good girl,” Tim breathes, and I’m pretty sure he’s smirking. I’d flip him off, but he’s started pumping his fingers and my hands are busy clutching at my thighs for want of something else to clutch at. There are no sounds apart from my gasps, the soft sounds of water lapping at the sides of the tub, and Tim’s slightly labored breathing. I’m so close, and Tim’s breath brushes over my face as he speaks.
“Are you going to come for me, babe?”
I whimper, nodding my head as my hips press up, chasing my release. Tim’s fingers keep pumping and his thumb brushes gently over my clit and I moan, bucking my hips as I come.
As Tim’s fingers slip out of me, I open my eyes to see him smirking triumphantly down at me.
“Nice and relaxed now?”
“Mm-hmm.” I nod, which has him openly grinning.
“Good.” He brushes a light kiss over my lips, standing, and using a towel to dry his arm, rolling his sleeve back down.
“Enjoy your soak,” he calls over his shoulder as he lets himself out of the bathroom. I hear the door lock, and the floorboards creak as Tim moves away. I have to cover my mouth to muffle my giggles.
It’s not what I was imagining when I came in here for my soak, but I think Timothy Brooks Westerhaven may have ruined all other baths for me. Ever. I can’t complain because that was amazing. Another memory to add to my collection.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Angela
I wake to the feeling of gentle fingers brushing the hair out of my face as Tim’s lips find mine. This makes for a nice morning. Moaning, I part my lips to allow his tongue access, my arms slipping around his neck.
Tim deepens the kiss, rolling on top of me and thrusting in. Sighing against his mouth, I twine my legs around his as he works me over in strong, even strokes until I’m shattering and he’s following me over the edge quickly.
Lifting his head, Tim strokes my face, smiling down at me. “Happy Christmas.”
“Happy Christmas,” I whisper back as he kisses me again. He rolls away, snagging a pair of sweats and winking at me as he disappears. I quickly pull on some clothes, retrieving Tim’s gift from my closet. I kind of don’t want to give it to him in front of everybody. That would be weird.
Tim slips back into the room and his grin widens when his eyes alight on me, sitting on the bed with a wrapped box sitting beside me.
“Great minds think alike.” He holds up a small, colorfully wrapped box and my heart clenches. He bought me a gift? If I wasn’t desperately in love with him before, I totally would be now.
When Tim drops onto the bed beside me, I shove the box at him and he grins, carefully placing his small gift on my knee.
