Page 53 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Liam

I carry her up to my—our room. I’ll never stop loving that word 'our' ever again. I’ll never get used to it. Never take it for granted. There was a time I was been sure that I’d never find my woman.

I didn’t think she existed; perhaps, I never even looked for her.

Now I know, I was simply waiting to find her.

Thank god, she told Lila not to marry me.

I’m glad I pulled my head out of my arse and recognized her and did everything possible to bind her to me.

Maybe that’s why I proposed the entire fake marriage scenario which, come to think of it now, is laughable.

I never intended to toe the line. I wanted to find a way to tie her down while I figured out my shit, which is why I came up with this proposal, in the first place.

Now, I carry her into the bath and lower her to her feet.

"What are you doing?" She glances about her.

"We’re going to take a bath together."

She looks taken aback, then nods. "There was a reason I didn’t want to shower with you before."

"The wig."

"The wig," she agrees. "It was a double-edged sword. When I wore it, I felt I could face the world. But I was always so worried that a strong gust of wind would knock it off kilter, or I’d pull at it and end up displacing it, and I tried to avoid getting it wet because then I’d have to take it off and dry it. "

I pause halfway to the bathtub then glance at her over my shoulder. "Wait, what about the time when we fell into the pool?"

She laughs, "Oh my god, you have no idea how stressed I was then. I wear synthetic wigs, which are supposed to be secure enough that you can go swimming in them. I also use wig glue to fasten my wigs but you never know when there’s going to be an accident. I was so on edge—"

"And I thought that was because of me."

She rolls her eyes. "Yes, Mr. Egomaniac, it was… because you held me back from coming. But the stress of trying to act like it was natural also, no doubt, contributed. Thankfully, Zara had packed me my backup wig."

"Hmm." I drag my thumb across my lower lip.

"I don’t like the sound of that hmm."

"So you’re saying being stressed contributed to your coming hard that day in the pool?"

"Not quite, but yeah, kind of." She shrugs.

"And now you’re not as preoccupied as you were that day?"

"Yes?"

"So you’re much more relaxed today?” I murmur

“I am, and it’s not just the fact that we’ve been having a lot of sex.

It’s because I had someone step in to take care of the day-to-day details of the wedding so I had some perspective on the event and could enjoy myself.

” She walks toward me. “I know I was pissed off when you deputed someone to take over the details of the wedding, but in hindsight, you were right.”

I smirk, “I’m always right, baby.”

She chuckles. “Of course I’d much prefer it if you consulted with me first, next time.”

I turn to face her. “I’ll try, but you know dominance is what comes to me naturally.”

“Don’t I?”

“But I promise I’ll try my best. Especially if the end result is that it helps you loosen up.”

"You’ve no idea." She does a little twirl. "I can be myself, completely. I don’t have to hide any part of me, not from you, not from the world, not from myself. You have no idea how freeing it is."

"Hmm." I look her up and down. "Strip."

"Eh?" Her gaze widens.

"Strip, LadyBird. Let’s see how hard I can make you come today."

She drags the tip of one of her ballet pumps across the floor. Then with something resembling a smirk on her face she unbuttons her blouse. She slides it down her shoulders, baring her luscious breasts framed by her demi-bra, and I’m

instantly hard. I bring my hand to my crotch and squeeze the growing bulge. Her breath hitches, and her pupils dilate. When she reaches for her waistband, her fingers tremble. Good. Seeing how much she’s affected by me turns me on even more.

I continue to stroke myself as she shoves her jeans and panties down her hips, then kicks them off, along with her shoes. She drags her fingers up the insides of her thighs, then runs them between her pussy lips. Heat flushes my skin, my scalp tingles, and every part of me goes on alert.

I take a step in her direction, then click my tongue. "Oh no, you’re not going to tease me into losing my control, baby."

I spin around, walk to the tub and run the water, then reach over and drop in a few bath bombs. Instantly, the scent of violets and peaches fills the air.

She draws in a lungful. "That’s my favorite brand of bubbles."

"I know." The bubbles begin to form and I straighten. I turn to find she’s stripped off her bra and is naked. She stands with her legs slightly apart, her hands on her hips. Her breasts are plump and tipped with dusky nipples currently signaling in my direction. Her waist is narrow, her thighs thick and strong, and between them, the pink flesh of her pussy. As I watch, a shimmering trail of cum trickles down her inner thigh. I squeeze my fingers together at my sides. I am not going to jump her. I am going to take care of her. I’m going to make sure this is the most relaxing bath she’s ever had.

"Isla, you’re going to pay for this," I snap.

"Promise, promises." She tilts her head, then scoops up the moisture from her slit and holds out her glistening fingers. "You sure you don’t want this?"

My mouth waters. My chest tightens. "Isla, I’m trying to be good here," I growl.

"How disappointing." She brings her palms to her breasts and supports them. My cock threatens to stab right through my jeans. My pulse rate jumps through the roof.

"Isla," I warn.

"What? I’m simply playing with myself."

I pivot, head for the tub, and shut off the water. It’s only half-filled but too fucking bad. If I’m going to stick to my plan, I need to get her in the tub so those tempting curves of hers are hidden by the bubbles.

"Get in the tub."

I turn to glance at her, just as she brings her fingers to her mouth and sucks on them. Then she brushes past me and slips into the water. She leans back against the tub, and I place a rolled-up towel behind her neck. She sighs, and muscle by muscle, I sense her relax.

I drag my gaze down her chest and almost groan aloud.

The bubbles barely cover her breasts. In fact, I can make out the hard nubs of her nipples.

She sticks a knee up through the water, and even though bubbles cover the triangle between her thighs, I can imagine the swollen flesh of her pussy there, can taste the sweetness of her cum on my tongue.

A ball of heat detonates in my chest. My groin hardens.

My vision tunnels until all I can see is her, all I can smell is her arousal.

I can almost taste her cum on my tongue, and I haven’t even licked her.

Fuck. This. Shit. I tear off my shirt, toe off my shoes, shove my jeans and briefs down, kick them off, then prowl back to the tub.

"Lean forward."