Page 71 of The Truth of Our Secrets

I enjoy the view of him in a submissive position. My wildest dreams could not make this up.

When he massages my scalp to wash my hair, I’m in heaven. Nerve endings come to life that I never knew existed.

“Shh.” Jayce tips my head back to rinse my hair. “If she hears those moans, she’ll want to join us and she needs her sleep.”

I blink my eyes open under the water in surprise.

Jayce chuckles and kisses my jaw.

It takes a second to realize I’m clean, and he’s washing himself. I put my hands on his wrist to move them down to his sides. “Let me.”

He smiles and shakes his head, breaking free of my grip. “I’ve got it.”

Frowning, I’m tempted to let him have his way, but I can’t. “I know you’ve got it, but please let me.” I squirt the bodywash in my hands and we wash his chest together.

He huffs but doesn’t stop me.

“I’ve never had someone take care of me before.” My eyes are on my hands as I talk. “By the time I was seven, I got my sister up for school, made breakfast, and got us on the bus. I also had to make us dinner almost every night.” I steal a glance when his hands fall away.

His expression isn’t the pity I expect.

“When I was ten, I started taking over the household bills so we’d have electricity and water. I know how to take care of myself.” Now I kneel in front of him.

His expression is angry on my behalf. “Does Madyson know?”

“Some of it. Not all of it.” My hands skate over his powerful leg muscles, and I want to memorize him. “But I let you take care of me because you want to, not because I need it.”

I stand and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Who takes care of you, Jayce?” The silence speaks volumes. “Let me do this. Let me take care of you too.”

He lets out a long breath and gives me a jerky nod. I bite my lip, trying not to smile.

“Don’t get all cocky on me,” he says to break the tension.

“You’ll know when I get cocky.” I grind on him.

All the tension in his shoulders relaxes, and he grips my hips. “What am I going to do with you?” he asks as his blue eyes watch our cocks together.

“I’ll make you a list.” I grab the shampoo.

Casually, I say, “I’ve been wondering why Madyson asked you how I smell last week.” I work his hair into a lather and don’t fill the silence, waiting for him to answer.

“She didn’t tell you I have a thing about smell?” he asks and I shake my head, causing water drops to fly everywhere.

He sighs. “I’m super sensitive to people’s scents. It’s hard to explain, but when I meet someone, I can tell if we’re going to be friends or if I should stay away from them by their smell. It’s never failed me.” His head lolls on my shoulder, enjoying my fingers raking over his scalp. “When I ignore it, it’s a disaster.”

“So Madyson must’ve smelled fantastic to you.” I don’t expect an answer, but I’m nervous to ask about my scent.

“I swear on my life, if I could’ve kidnapped her that day and taken her home with me, I would’ve. It was sensory overload.”

“Huh.” I continue, even against my best judgment, “Do you remember, I was standing next to her when you met her.”

Jayce stiffens again, but my fingers continue threading through his hair and work his scalp. He sighs and sags into me.

“That explains a lot, actually.”

I want to keep talking, but there’s only so long I can wash a man’s hair, so I try to lighten the mood. “See, it’s not terrible, is it?” I tip his head back a bit too far and water runs down his face.

He sputters and shakes his head like a dog. “You need to work on your technique.”

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