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He releases a frustrated sigh, and those wary eyes lock on mine. “Yes?”
I slowly stand and hobble toward the vanity, then dig through the top drawer. Pulling out a cute navy-blue bandana I wear on bad hair days, which happens a lot with my wild, ginger locks, I stagger back to the tub where Nico eyes me suspiciously. “Sit, please.”
He cocks a dark brow and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Just do it, you stubborn butthole.”
A glimmer of a smile lights up his eyes, tipping up the corners of his lips, and gawd, it’s unfair for such a bad man to be so beautiful.
Nico drops down to the ledge of the basin, and I move between his thighs. His hands instantly latch onto my waist, and a gasp slides through my teeth. Even through the dress, his touch makes my blood sing. Steadying my racing pulse with a quick breath, I place the bandana over his eyes and tie it at the back of his head.
“Mmm, little fox, I didn’t know you liked to play games…” The rough edge to his tone has my thighs clenching again.
“It’s not a game,” I finally manage. “It’s a condition.”
“So shy.” A smile glides across his strong jaw. “But I’ll accept it for now, since I promised this night was all about you.”
I release the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and flash my hand in front of his covered eyes. “Can you see me? How many fingers am I holding up?”
He throws his hand out, skimming my breast. I let out a whimper, and a dark chuckle vibrates the air between us. “No, I can’t see a thing, little fox.”
“Mother father,” I mumble.
Nico cracks another smile and his hands skate down the outside of my thigh, until his fingers find the hem of my dress once again. He cocks his head to the side, a sinful grin on his lips. “Now, may I?”
“Yes,” I whisper on an exhale.
He draws the dress over my head devastatingly slowly, the soft silk on my heated skin igniting my sensitive nerves. The ruined outfit lands in a heap at my bare feet, and then his hands are on me again, blindly searching for my bra.
Sugar, maybe this was a bad idea.
His hand grazes the swell of my breast, and an embarrassing groan escapes. “Hmm, found it.” His fingers make quick work of the clasp in the back, then they dance down my spine until they settle at the waistband of my panties right above my cooter. He dips a finger beneath the lace, grazing my soft curls and my heart leaps up my throat.
“Mmm, little fox, this is going to be pure torture. I can only imagine what that beautiful pussy covered in those red curls must look like.”
Heat flares across my cheeks, and I internally curse myself for not shaving earlier. It’s been forever since anyone has touched me down there, and I hadn’t exactly been keeping up in the maintenance department.
Nico drags my panties down my legs jerking me from my spiraling thoughts. I stand bare before him, and though I know he can’t see me through the makeshift blindfold, a wave of embarrassment still rolls through me. For someone who works at a gym, I could certainly afford to spend more time perfecting my body. After being married for so long, I’d let myself go a little. Okay, maybe more than a little. A soft pooch juts out from where tight abs once were, and my thighs had gotten flabby?—
“Stop.” Nico’s command is so sharp, my eyes widen. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” I squeal.
“I can feel you squirming beneath my touch. You’re perfect, exquisite in every single way.”
“How do you know? You can’t even see me.”
His head bobs slowly. “I don’t have to be looking at you, to see you, Maisy. If anyone ever made you feel less than perfect, they were the ones who were too blind to see the beauty that radiates from the very core of your being.”
My heart clenches, my insides liquifying at the sincerity I feel in his words. Heaving in a steadying breath, I hold onto his shoulder and step into the bath. The warm water envelops me, and I sink into the fragrant bubbles.
Dipping my head underwater, I allow the warmth to wash off the day, to drown the fear, the uncertainty. I remain there for as long as I can hold my breath, soaking in the peace. When I finally resurface, Nico stands over me, still blindfolded and completely naked.
A gasp and a squeal tumble out of my mouth as I take him in. Good gracious, he is absolute perfection. Carved abs ripple across his torso for days and intricate black ink paints the flawless canvas, descending to a deep V which directs my bulging eyes to his bulging—Oh, lordy. He’s huge.
“What are you doing?” I finally cry out.
Feeling his way with his hands, he steps into the tub and settles in across from me.
