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The moment Jaxon stepped into his penthouse, the familiar scent of his home surrounded him, a comforting embrace after dinner with the family at Colton's place. Johnson greeted him with a subtle nod, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a warm smile.
“Welcome back, Mr. Sterling,” the ever-reliable butler said, his voice a soothing balm to Jaxon's ears. “Dinner was successful, I presume?”
“Yes,” Jaxon replied, a hint of weariness creeping into his voice.
Mrs. Hughes appeared at the entrance of the living room. “Your bath is ready, Mr. Sterling,” she said.
“Ah, perfect,” Jaxon said, a hint of a smile touching his lips. “I could use a soak.”
He made his way toward the master suite, the anticipation of soaking in the warm, fragrant water growing with each step.
Upon entering the spacious bathroom, Jaxon's eyes immediately fell upon the large claw-foot bathtub that had been filled to the brim with steaming water. The aroma of lavender and jasmine filled the air, a calming scent that Jaxon knew would help him unwind.
He began to undress, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. As he slipped out of his clothes, he couldn't help but think about Delcy.
He imagined her standing in the bathroom, her delicate hands reaching out to help him undress. The image was so vivid, so real, that Jaxon could almost feel her touch against his skin.
He stepped into the bathtub, the warm water enfolding his body like a lover's embrace. Jaxon closed his eyes and leaned back, allowing the heat to seep into his muscles, easing away the tension that had built up throughout the day.
In his mind's eye, he pictured Delcy joining him. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers playing with the damp strands of his hair. Her soft, full lips pressed against his own, her tongue darting out to tease the seam of his mouth.
Jaxon's hands began to roam over his own body, his fingers tracing the contours of his chest and abdomen. He imagined it was Delcy's hands caressing him, her touch both gentle and firm, arousing a desire within him that threatened to consume him whole.
His thoughts turned to the night they had met at the coffee shop. Her sweet, intoxicating scent still lingered in his memory, a siren's call that he couldn't resist.
In his fantasy, Delcy was now straddling him in the bathtub, her body pressed flush against his own. Her hands moved down his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs before finally reaching the part of him that ached for her touch the most.
Jaxon's breath hitched in his throat as he imagined Delcy's delicate hand wrapping around his hard length. Her touch was soft yet firm, her grip just tight enough to elicit a groan of pleasure from deep within his chest. He could almost feel the warmth of her body against his own, the softness of her skin brushing against his as she moved against him.
Her hips rocked back and forth, the friction causing a delicious tension to build within him. Jaxon's hand moved down to mimic the motion of Delcy's hips in his fantasy. He could feel the heat of his own arousal, the sensation of her body against his own fueling the fire of desire that burned within him.
In his mind, Delcy leaned forward, her lips finding his own in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, intertwining, their breath mingling as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.
Jaxon's hand moved faster, his hips bucking up to meet each stroke of his own hand. He could feel the tension within him reaching its peak, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him completely. With a final thrust of his hips, Jaxon felt the wave of release crash over him like a tidal wave. He let out a low groan, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.
As the last remnants of his orgasm washed over him, Jaxon slowly opened his eyes. The image of Delcy's face still lingered in his mind, a constant reminder of the woman who had captured his heart and his desire in equal measure.
With a contented sigh, he sank back down into the bathtub, allowing the warm water to wash away the last vestiges of his fantasy.
* * *
Morning light crept through the curtains, gently nudging Jaxon from the depths of sleep. He stretched languidly, muscles unwinding in the soft glow of dawn. His night had been free of turmoil, dreams a mere wisp of consciousness. As he rose from the sheets, a sense of renewal washed over him. He donned his workout gear with a quiet hum, anticipation for the day's routine stirring in his chest.
The gym was his sanctuary, a place where sweat and steel forged clarity of mind. The familiar clank and whirr of equipment greeted him as he entered. Scanning the room, he spotted Colton at the far end, his twin's movements lackluster, betraying an unrest that mirrored his disheveled appearance.
Approaching with the ease of shared history, Jaxon clasped a hand on Colton's shoulder. His brother's skin was clammy despite the coolness of the room.
“Rough night?” he asked, keeping his tone light yet threaded with concern.
Colton paused mid-lift, setting the weights down with a muted thud.
“You could say that,” he replied, avoiding Jaxon's gaze as he swiped a towel across his brow.
Jaxon noted the shadows that clung to Colton's eyes. He had seen this look before. It was as familiar as their own reflections—a remnant of tormented sleep.
“Want to talk about it?” Jaxon probed gently.
