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“Okay.”
When she’s in position, I grab hold of her hips and lift her to a standing position. She wobbles slightly, but I tighten my grip to keep her steady. She holds firmly to my shoulders as I bend to tug off her sleep shorts, and my pulse races at our close proximity. Despite my best attempts to avert my gaze, I catch a glimpse of her baby blue underwear, her sinful curves on display. It tests my self-control not to take another look.
I force myself to focus on the task at hand and toss Marlow’s shorts out of the way. The smell of citrus and rose envelopes the room as I carry her over to the claw-foot bathtub and lower her down until she’s seated in the water.
“This feels so nice,” she moans.
My dick jerks in response, and I have to discreetly adjust my pants to hide my reaction to the sexy sounds coming from her mouth. I’ve got to get a grip.
“Would you mind getting my shampoo and conditioner for me?” Marlow asks.
“Yeah, no problem.” I grab both bottles from the ledge below the window. and set them on the edge of the tub. “Want me to wash your hair?” I immediately cringe at my offer, remembering that it’s not a normal question to ask a grown woman. “I’m sorry, I’m in the habit of asking Lola,” I explain, hoping I didn’t sound creepy.
It comes with the territory of being a girl dad with an independent six-year-old. Some days, she welcomes the help, and others, she’s offended that I don’t think she can do it herself.
Marlow peers up at me. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
“I wouldn’t have offered if it was.”
I kneel on the ground next to the tub and unbutton the cuffs of my dress shirt, rolling up my sleeves. It’s a habit to avoid getting splashed on, but right now I couldn’t care less about getting my shirt wet. I’m too focused on the fact that I’m about to help bathe my gorgeous next-door neighbor and have to pretend I’m unaffected.
“It’s comical seeing you on the floor in slacks and a dress shirt.” Marlow giggles.
I raise a brow. “I’m dressed like this every day.”
“Sure, when you’re going to or from the office. I just can’t get over the image of you doing household chores in business attire.”
“And tell me how you imagine me dressed when I’m doing chores?”
Her cheeks flush as she glances down at the water. “Uh… I’m not sure.”
Before I say anything that’ll get me in trouble, I lean down over Marlow as I rinse her hair, one arm easing her backward, using my other hand to scoop water over her hair. Her eyes fall shut and I take the moment to appreciate the view before me. Her lips are slightly parted, and she’s not wearing a stitch of makeup, giving me an unobstructed view of the freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose.
My eyes wander to her wet lilac bra that is now see-through and I trace every bump and differentiating shade of her pebbled nipples. My gaze slowly moves back to Marlow’s face, to find her watching me intently, her chest rising and falling more rapidly than before.
Our unspoken desires fill the charged air.
She’s utterly captivating, and if our circumstances were different, I wouldn’t think twice about taking her to bed, and worshiping her the way she deserves. As it is, the kiss we shared a couple of days ago could be the closest I’ll ever get to a night with Marlow Taylor. Although I hope that’s not the case.
“Sit up now.”
She does as I ask, looking up at me with a tentative smile.
“Good girl,” I praise.
Marlow’s eyes widen and she drags her teeth across her lips. It seems I’m not the only one affected by calling her good girl. Although this isn’t the setting in which I’d prefer to use the term. I might be reserved, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a bossy streak in the bedroom.
Marlow pulls her knees to her chest as she watches me intently.
I grab the bottle of shampoo from the side of the tub and squeeze a generous dollop into my hand. She tips her head back as I run my fingers through her sun-kissed hair, massaging the soap into her scalp in slow, steady circles. Her body visibility relaxes at my touch, and I realize that I enjoy taking care of her. I think that’s why I started making breakfast her each morning. It’s something that I can do to make sure she’s getting at least one healthy meal a day without crossing any boundaries.
“Mmm.” Marlow hums her approval when I rub her templates. “God, you’re so good at this,” she says.
I can’t help my thoughts straying as I imagine what it would be like to hear her say those words when we’re both naked and she’s lying on the bed. I’d kneel in front of her, my hands gripping her thighs as I gazed up to find a wanton expression on her face while I brought her unbridled pleasure. I’d lick her pussy with my tongue, her fingers tangled in my hair as I worked her clit hard, telling her to be my good girl and come for me.
What am I doing?
Marlow is sick. Now isn’t the time to let my imagination run wild, no matter how much I wish I could do more with her at this moment.
