Page 56 of Protected By My Playboy Billionaire

“You shouldn’t be. My grandparents raised me with love. They tried their best to make sure I had everything I needed.” I take a deep, shaky breath. I haven’t spoken about them in so long. “Everything I’ve achieved, I’ve achieved because of them- for them. I wanted to give them a better life, and I did. Right until the very end.” My vision gets blurry, and I blink back the tears threateningto spill.

Fuck. Get it together.

Elana quietly puts the book down and walks over to me. She doesn’t slide her arms under mine like she usually does. Instead, she rises on her tiptoes and goes straight for my neck, pulling me into a soft embrace.

“I’m sure they’re so proud of you,” she whispers against my neck. I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her off the ground.

“Let’s get warmed up.” I carry her to the bathroom and put her down. “Clothes off.” I flick her nose and move to start the bath.

“You’re running me a bath?” She raises her brows with a smile.

“I’m runningusa bath.” I flash her a grin and watch as that rosy color returns to her cheeks.

“I haven’t had a bath in forever. Can we make it a bubble bath?” The excitement in her voice makes me smile even wider.

“Of course. Anything you want.”

I run the water, adjusting the temperature to ensure it’s not too hot. Meanwhile, Elana rummages through the cabinets, searching for something. Shereturns with my shower gel and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she says with a grin, squirting a generous amount of shower gel into the running water. Within moments, the bathtub fills with fluffy bubbles.

“These can’t keep me from looking at you,” I tease, stepping closer to her. “I said clothes off.”

Elana reaches for the hem of my shirt, and I raise a brow at her.

“You said clothes off.” She gives me a playful smile as she pulls it up past my abdomen.

“These semantics again,” I murmur and let her slide my shirt off.

“Seems like they’re not your strong suit.” She giggles as she tosses my shirt to the floor.

I take her jacket off and toss it next to my shirt, and it lands on the floor with a wet thud.

“Hands up,” I order gently, and she obeys. Once her shirt is off, I quickly unclasp her bra, and it joins the pile of clothes on the floor. “Your turn.” I stand back with a smirk that grows wider as Elana’s cheeks turnpink again.

She slowly reaches for my belt and gets to work. My cock is already pressing against the damp material of my pants, and the second she pulls them down, it springs up, making her flinch. She looks up at me with wide eyes.

I chuckle at her. “Keep going.”

She pulls my pants all the way down, and I step out of them, kicking them to the side along with my shoes.

My hands are on her before she can fully rise to her feet. I unbutton her jeans and slide them down, telling her to step out of her shoes before removing them.

Once I’m done, I slowly rise, sliding both hands up her legs until my left hand is resting on her waist, and my right hand continues its ascent. It finds its way to her perfect breast as my lips crash with hers. I feel her hands slide up my arms and shoulders with desperation.

“If you keep doing that, we’ll never get to the bath.” I chuckle between kisses and step back, my eyes scanning her body. “Mmm,” I hum in approval and offer her my hand, which she takes without hesitation. “In the bath you go, little duck.”

She gives me a coy smile as she raises a long leg and climbs into the bathtub, with me following behind her. This gives me a magnificent view of her ass, and I smack it, unable to resist.

“Ow!” She turns back and rubs the spot with her hand, but there’s an amused smile on her face.

“I’m just a man.” I shrug apologetically. Catching me off-guard, Elana bends down, and with a swift scoop of her hand, splashes me with the foamy water. Before she can send another handful of water flying towards my face, I quickly grab her and send her flying into the mountain of bubbles, splashing some out of the bathtub. She squeaks as she hits the hot water, and I follow her down with a laugh.

This is not my first time taking a bath with someone, but it certainly is the first time I’m so at ease, so content.

Elana quickly turns to face me and scoops a handful of bubbles before blowing them in the air. The bathtub is big enough to comfortably fit four people, so there’s plenty of room for both of us.

“Why did you make your bathtub so huge?” she asks, splashing in thewater.