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I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as I grabbed the loofah and switched from Kylie’s head to her body. She groaned as I massaged her tight muscles.
“Any thoughts about what happened last night? Any surprises?”
“I didn’t expect to feel that way. I have always been curious about bondage and knew I would love it. But the high—it was unexpected. That’s the best way to describe it in words.”
I helped her rinse and turned off the shower. Kylie avoided my gaze, and I sensed she needed to say something.
“What’s happening inside your head?”
“Was it good for you?”
“Fuck yes. Did I forget to tell you?”
She met my gaze quickly before dropping her eyes to the floor.
“Kylie, look at me.”
She looked up, wide-eyed and seeking reassurance.
“You’re perfect for me. And not only because of the physical acts, but the trust you put in me. And if I haven’t told you, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
Kylie scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“What?”
“I’ve seen photos of your ex-wife, Luc. I know I don’t compare to her.”
“Kylie, I don’t regret my divorce, and I’m not harboring feelings for my ex-wife. She’s a beautiful woman, yes. However, being attractive with the help of surgeons, fillers, and infusions is relatively easy. You’re beautiful inside and out. And don’t you ever compare yourself to my ex again. I can’t stand the comparative games that women play, and I won’t be part of it.”
I stepped out of the shower, grabbed two towels, and wrapped Kylie up in one before I dried myself off.
“Oh, and I’m canceling my trip to Houston next week.”
“Why?”
“Because, for once, I’d rather be home than traveling. And if you’re wondering, Inevercanceled a trip to spend time with Skylar.”
CHAPTER 25
KYLIE
“Never?”
“Never.”
“But you’re staying to be with me?”
“Honestly, I’d like you to go with me. But seeing as though I fucked up and made this relationship impermanent, and you don’t want me meeting your family, I’m staying here instead.”
My mind reeled.
“You don’t have to stay for me.”
I dressed in my bra and underwear, shaking out the wrinkles that had formed in my work pants.
“Here, let me iron them for you.”
Luc reached for my pants and top and pulled down an ironing board hidden in the bathroom wall. How had I always thought that subs took care of the doms? Since last night, Luc had done nothing but wait on me hand and foot.
