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“It must be nice to have them since you grew up an only child.”

I smile. “It is. They’re the sisters I chose, even though Zoey constantly tells me she envies that I grew up an only child. I don’t blame her, though, I couldn’t imagine growing up with five older brothers.”

“Five? I’m sure her house was insane.”

“I’ve heard the stories, and you’d be correct.”

“I didn’t mind growing up an only child. Being at boarding schools meant I didn’t get lonely often. There were always people around.”

“I always wanted a sibling. I thought it would be nice to always have someone at home to play with.”

“I can see that.”

Mac brings the food to the table, and we dig in.

“What time are you heading in tomorrow?” I ask.

“Early. I’ll probably leave here around six.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Is your office far from here?”

He shakes his head as he stabs a piece of food. “No, it’s only fifteen minutes by car.”

“That’s so early.”

An air of exhaustions seems to surround Mac. “I’d like to beat my father in, otherwise I’ll hear about it for days.”

I can’t imagine the amount of stress he’s under because of his father. An idea comes to me, and I smile.

“You open to an idea on how you could relax more tonight?”

He looks at me with a brow quirked, interested. “What would this idea be?”

“A surprise.”

“Why not.”

I finish my food, eager to see if Mac will follow through and let me help him relax.

CHAPTER 32

Mac

An excited energy radiates off Eliza as we finish dinner and clean up, and then she’s disappearing into the bedroom. When she returns, she takes my hand and leads me through the bedroom and into the washroom where I see the bath is full of water and bubbles. She’s turned all the lights off except the small one above the bath, making the room dimly lit.

She drops my hand and faces me as she pulls her shirt over her head, exposing her black lace bra, and drops it to the floor. She hooks her fingers in the waistband of her sweatpants and says, “I thought we could take a warm bath together. Hopefully get you more relaxed before bed.”

I stand still as I watch her continue to undress. She smiles as she steps out of her sweatpants before she unhooks her bra and drops it with the rest of her clothes and then removes her thong. She’s now standing in front of me completely naked, and the shyness that took over her when we first started discussing all of this has completely disappeared. Confidence fills her as she stares right back at me.

I follow her lead and undress before stepping into the water and sliding into the bath, offering her my hand to follow. I have to bend my knees to be able even sit in here, but she fits perfectly between my legs, her back pressed to my chest. She lets out a sigh of contentment, and I try to relax in the same way she is.

My hand finds her stomach and slowly moves up her torso until it’s cupping her breast. She inhales sharply but doesn’t stop me. I roll her nipple between my fingers, and breathing picks up. My other hand makes its way the other direction until it reaches the apex of her thighs, and even through the water I can tell she’s wet for me. I immediately feel myself relaxing. My fingers dip inside her before slowly finding their way to her clit and circling it in small movements. Her head falls against my shoulder, her eyes closed as my fingers work her.

“This was supposed to be about you relaxing,” she says.

I pinch her earlobe between my teeth, giving it a gentle pull. “This is helping me relax. I want to bring you pleasure, to watch you come undone for me.”

I pinch her nipple a little harder and the sound she makes has me pressing my erection into her back. Her hips start to roll, causing the water inside the bath to slosh.