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When I arrived, I went straight to the bathroom and ran a bath. The freestanding tub had become my favorite thing in the penthouse. I filled the tub with lavender gel and inhaled, staring out at the sun pouring inside the room and the concrete puzzle of the New York buildings below.
Pressing the remote for the sound system, Beyonce’s“Thique”came on, and I danced around the bathroom. Unzipping the front of my jeans, I shimmied them down my legs, then took them off.This is fun.I teased my bare shoulders before pulling my scoop neck top over my head. Running my hands over my body, I cupped my breasts, then unclipped my push-up bra and dropped it on the floor. I felt braver as I pranced, rolling my hips and shaking my butt. But then the music stopped.
I frowned and lifted my head and froze. Paul casually leaned against the doorjamb with a remote in his hand and a cocked eyebrow. He was the gorgeousGQman in an immaculate black suit and black shirt. His presence was like touching a live wire—the air was charged around him.
Inadvertently, I rushed over and threw my arms around his neck. His wide eyes and stiff posture had me instantly recoiling, dropping my hands, and stepping back.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I was happy to see you, and I didn’t know how to behave or what you wanted.” I stammered and lowered my head. My pulse sped, and I turned my back to him as mymind swirled with worry and admonishment for my mistake.Paul isn’t my boyfriend.
His hands closed on my waist, and he hugged me from behind. “I found you dancing topless. Let the blood return to my brain.” He kissed my shoulder.
I shivered in his arms and could feel his erection swell and press into my ass. “I’m not upset with you. On the contrary, I’m pleased to find you happy here. Did I arrive just in time for bath-time?”
I nodded, my head brushing under his chin. My shoulders dropped, and my breathing eased.
“That’s one of my favorite times,” he said and kissed the top of my head. “Now give me the thong and let me sit down and gain control of myself, sexy temptress.” Paul let me go and took a step back.
I hooked my fingers in the thin straps of the thong, pulled it down my legs, and handed it to him. He raked his piercing eyes over my exposed skin, and his face darkened with carnal lust. I trembled, and my entire body flushed with heat. My nipples hardened, and an aching need swelled my clit.
He lifted my chin. “You’re pretty when you blush, and now I know how far down it goes,” he mused. He bent down and ran his hand along the top of my inner thigh. He let out a long exhale as he felt my arousal.
I moaned and spread my legs wider for him to touch me more.
“Greedy today,” he tsked. “I’m only human, Nadia. I touch you now, and I’ll throw you on that bed and fuck you before our trip.”
Do it, Paul.
Instead, he turned the music back on, but at a lower volume.
I went to the tub, stepped into the warm water, and stretched out—though my extended legs didn’t reach the end. The tub was big enough for two, and I wondered when Paul would join me.
“Hate Love Me”,a song Paul wrote for Linux, played on the sound system. She had a deep, soulful voice, but the lyrics were gut-wrenching and pure. It became an instant favorite when I heard it for the first time.
“You enjoy Linux?” he asked with a smile.
“I thought it would be fun to become familiar with your music.” I picked up the sponge. “You’re amazingly talented, but you already know that.”
His eyes were soft and his lips formed a warm smile. “So are you. I enjoyed the sketches you texted me.”
With a smile, I lifted the sponge and started cleaning myself. “Thank you. It’s still developing. The Grill and this place have inspired me. I brought sketchpads to take with me to Paris.”
“Good idea.”
I enjoyed his praise. And then I thought about what I’d enjoy even more.…
“Are you going to bathe me, Paul?” I asked shyly.
A soft smile appeared on his mouth. “Sometimes I will. How do you feel about that?”
I lifted a shoulder. “You helped me when I was sick, so it doesn’t seem odd to me. I suppose you enjoy looking at my body.”
Paul grinned. “I do.” He left his seat and went behind me, twisting my hair up higher in the clip that had fallen as I washed.
“Have you done this before?”
“I did, though not as much as I’d have liked. Aubrey preferred her privacy.” He removed his hand from my head and went quiet.
I turned and saw his stooped shoulders and lifeless eyes. “Apologies, Nadia. I didn’t mean to bring up—”
