The hour-and-forty-five-minute
drive from Seattle to Edmonds gave her a back pain. For a normal car, it
would take only forty minutes to reach Woodway. But her car wasn't
normal. When she hit thirty-five miles per hour, it heaved, clunked, and
emitted black smoke the Emission Control Department would call a health
hazard.
She was about to stretch her
back on the bed when the sound of trickling water reached her ears. She
went to the bathroom to check. Her glasses fogged instantly when she
walked in the bathroom. Without removing them, she wiped the lenses with
her fingers. To her delight, she found a tub already filled with steamy
hot water.
Piper searched for her prepaid
cell phone. She found it at the bottom of the bag among the candy
wrapper, Oreo crumbs, receipts, little salt packets she saved from
McDonald’s, and used, mint-flavored toothpicks. Debi's voicemail picked
up.
“Hey, Debi. This is Piper of
Calgon. Elena readied my bath. Thanks. I need it to thaw my cold butt.
Give me a call. Love you, girl.” She hung up and tossed the cell phone
on the counter. A bath is not a bath without scented bubble soap. “Let's
see what we can find.” She searched the cabinets. She practically licked
her lips when she found a bottle of Lavender Milk Bath. Smiling, she
poured the contents into the tub and watched the tiny bubbles multiply.
She removed her glasses when they fogged up again and laid them on the
edge of the tub.
All the steamy,
stomach-quivering lines in her stories always came to her when she
relaxed in the tub. The water, like a man's hand slowly gliding against
her skin, caressing every inch of her body, always helped stir her wild
and saucy imagination. Right now, she needed a bite in her story.
She undressed quickly. The
water was too hot when she dipped her toe in, but it would do. After
stretching her body at the bottom of the tub, she closed her eyes and
slipped into another realm.
Captain Cooper Jenkins couldn't
believe his eyes. The woman—with a pair of long legs, slender limbs,
smooth looking shoulders peppered with freckles, and hair the color of
sunset that had haunted him for weeks—was in his bathtub. And she seemed
to be enjoying his hot water; she was smiling!
He was so excited to see his
parents enjoying winter in Paris through the webcam that he didn't hear
her come in. But why was she in his tub? Not that he was complaining.
Her nudity, with the tips of
her glistening breasts barely submerged in sudsy water, fiery reddish
hair plastered on her neck and chest, one leg bent showing its silky
skin, and wet dark curls between her thighs, was a sight to see.
He'd been to different pleasure
bars and clubs around the world. But nothing in comparison to the
seductive, unhurried movements Piper's fingers were making. She made
lazy circles on her belly, up to her chest and down where he couldn't
see.
Cooper held his breath when
Piper's chest lifted a fraction as her hand disappeared under the foamy
water. He wondered if she was thinking about him, about the last time
they had shared a bath.
The image of them sharing a
bath made his dick spring. Sweet pain gripped his groin. Cooper took a
step back. Despite the tantalizing view, he should leave.
Too late.
“Elena? Thank you so much for
the bath,” Piper said aloud.
Elena? Cooper didn't answer. He
couldn't. He was not supposed to be there. Cooper exhaled slowly when
Piper, instead of opening her eyes, hummed.
Here was the chance to wait for
her downstairs and pretend he'd never witnessed her bathe.
But Piper raised one leg, her
hands slowly gliding down to reach her toes and massage them. The
thought of leaving disappeared. When her breasts rose above the water,
he wanted to dive in.
His manhood pulsed. He looked
down at himself then grimaced. The towel wrapped around his hips
resembled a tent. Watching her was almost like watching a pornographic
movie.
Water lapped on her milky white
skin, and he wished he were the one lapping. The sweet feeling of
arousal made him wrap his hand around his shaft.
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