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Bathtub Sharing Agreement:
Miley is allowed to spend as much time in the bathtub as she wants, on any given day/time.
She is allowed to bring herself pleasure in the bathtub as desired, with written or texted notice to Alexander
Alexander is always allowed to drink from Miley while she bathes, unless she directly tells him not to
Forcing myself to keep working, I started answering another email.
Though I felt Zander’s attention on me approximately forty-five seconds later, I didn’t look at him.
He set my plate down in front of me after a few minutes, and I ate silently, still not meeting his gaze.
We cleaned up together in silence, and when we were done, I slipped down the hallway.
And into Zander’s room.
My gaze lingered on the rumpled bedding for a little too long before I finally turned the water on and sent him a text. The bathtub started to fill, and I added bubbles. They’d give me a little privacy.
As much privacy as one could get while feeding a demon their lust.
The bedroom door opened a few minutes after I was hidden beneath the bubbles, my head tilted back and my eyes closed.
His tub really was incredible.
When I peeked my eyes open, Zander was leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on me.
My cheeks warmed.
I wasn’t really into masturbation. I’d done it a few times since discovering I did enjoy sex with Evan, but I felt… self-conscious.
Uncertain, too.
And I still didn’t own a vibrator, which would’ve made the whole situation a hell of a lot simpler.
But I had to feed Zander. It really hadn’t been my intention to starve him. He always made sure I ate enough, and I needed to do the same for him.
Even if it was difficult.
Ignoring the warmth in my cheeks, I left my head tilted back and slipped my hand between my thighs. My breath hitched at my touch, and my mind went back to the dreams I’d had.
Zander’s mouth on my core.
His fingers inside me.
His teeth on my nipples.
His hands on my ass.
His cock, driving into me.
Heat burned slowly in my lower belly, and I continued touching myself. I was turned on, but it was nothing like it had been on the couch, when he touched me.
“How does your clit feel?” His low voice made my body flush.
“Slick,” I whispered.
His chest rumbled. “Your nipples?”
