Page 47 of Liars and Liaisons

Inside my chest, my heart squeezes hard. I push farther away, so my back is against the opposite end of the tub, though it doesn’t really create any extra distance between us. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. If we did that again, it would—”

“I won’t touch you.” His hand falls, re-gripping the tub with white knuckles. “I’m more than happy to sit like a good boy and watch.”

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Violet’s mothershould’ve named her Rose for the way crimson is so quick to spring to her features. Dark pink colors her cheeks and flushes her neck despite the slight bronze her skin has acquired from all the morning yoga and gardening.

It’s quickly becoming my favorite color.

She squeezes her knees together. There’s something downright delicious about her squirming just at the idea of me watching her make herself come.

Frankly, my cock has been stiff as steel since I walked in and spotted her, and the insinuation hanging in the air between us does nothing to aid the situation. My only salvation is the substances she added to the bathwater that make it impossible to view beneath the surface.

“I have a hard time believing you can begood,” she says after a moment, toying with a strand of her wet onyx-colored hair.

Fair. If she knewwhyshe couldn’t remember anything from our night together, she’d be running for the hills.

“You’re a quick study. Why is it you didn’t finish your degree?”

“Plant therapy is a harder field to break into than it sounds.”

I do my best not to make a face at the sound ofplant therapy. “Interesting. And do plants have a lot of traumas that needs to be discussed in a clinical setting?”

She stares at me for several seconds, as if processing my words. Then, something incredible happens.

She presses her hands to her mouth andlaughs.

A sweet, chest-deep sound that bounces off the walls of the bathroom and paints my veins with envy. It’s free and enchanting, and it’s obvious this is something she does often. Without abandon.

Somehow, I want her to cease and never stop, all in the same breath.

When the raucous melody ends, she wipes a tear from beneath one of her eyes and rolls her shoulders. “Okay, Professor. What should I do first?”

It takes me several moments to realize what she’s talking about. Prickling heat envelopes the entirety of my being, scorching me from head to toe. My cock bobs against my abdomen, and I claw the edges of the tub to keep from just showing her myself.

I said I’d be good, and if being good is what makes that fucking sound come from her, then I’ll be the best damn boy she’s ever encountered.

At least until I no longer need her services.

But I can indulge the both of us until then.

“Put your hand between your legs.”

Her eyes almost bug out of her head. “Jeez, just skip right to it then.”

She shifts slightly, hiding her breasts with her knees, and plunges both hands into the water.

“Wait.” I sit up a bit, the water rippling around us. “Just one hand. I’ll need the other.”

“You said—”

“Not forme.” Disobeying a little, I reach out with one hand and shove her knees apart, then press down on the tops of them. “I can’t see what’s going on under the water, so I need a view of everything else.”

She swallows. I can almost see her pulse thumping in her neck, wild and out of control. “Why?”

“So I can see what feels good. What turns you on most.” I glance down, letting my gaze rove lightly over the sight of her tits rising and falling with each leaden breath she takes. Her nipples are a dark pink and hard as fucking diamonds. Just as I suspected. “I want to know what exactly I say or tell you to do that makes you blush the color of these roses you butchered.”

“I didn’t butcher them,” she insists, but I’m barely even listening.

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