Page 31 of Good Girl Gone Bad

“Yes, of course.”

Of course she did—Lily had “wife material” written all over her. She’d probably make a good mom, too, one day. He frowned at his own random thought. Why did he care? “Good.”

She switched her weight from one foot to the other. “Still, I feel bad for making it harder. If there’s anything I can do to make life easier, please let me know,” she said, winking at him at the end.

Now that proposal he could handle. That offer he could take. “I can think of something.”

She inched closer, mischief gleaming in her eyes. “Really? What is it?”

“I want you to wash my hair.”

“Come again?” she asked, inclining her head to the side as if she didn’t hear him correctly.

“I was so aroused when you washed my hair when we first met. It was very erotic and made me want to take you on the spot,” he said, his confession evoking sexy memories and provoking a stir in his insides.

“Well, then, get ready.”

He smiled—knowing full well his hair wasn’t the only thing about to get wet.

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