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“Lying to a priest now?”
I chuckled.
He reached over and rubbed his thumb over my lip with a smile on his.
Both of us froze.
Me, because his touch sent tingles straight from my mouth, all the way south until they settled in a very unholy position.
Him because, well, probably because he’d just touched me pretty intimately.
He coughed, turning away quickly. “I’ll be there at six. You better be fast asleep and smelling of raspberry bubbles.” He stepped back and closed the door.
It hit the frame of the car with a thud that I felt right through my very confused body.
“I don’t have any raspberry bubbles,” I said softly, eyes trained on the big man whose secrets I really wanted to know.
He reached into his shopping bag and pulled out a red bottle. ‘Raspberry scented bubble bath’ was printed on the label. “Now you do.”
* * *
Iwent home, tagged out Geraldine, and checked on Amelia and my gran, all with the bottle of bubbles clutched in my fingers. Both my grandmother and daughter slept peacefully, their breathing even and steady. The apartment was quiet, for once, the rough neighborhood outside was calm, and I was essentially alone.
I hadn’t taken a bath in years. My showers were short and functional, never a time for relaxation because I was always in a hurry and so short on free time it was sob-worthy. If I lingered in the shower, it was only because I was washing my hair, which was so long now that task took forever, or shaving my legs.
I wanted sleep. My bed was calling me.
But Zeph’s demands burned my ears. Somehow, I knew that if I didn’t take the bath, he’d know.
I slipped into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind me, then turned to the faucet. Water filled the tub slowly, and I squeezed a generous dollop of the red bubble mixture beneath the flow. The scent rose instantly, deliciously fruity. I trailed my fingers through the warm, soapy water and decided Zeph had excellent ideas and taste in bath fragrances.
I stood to pull my shirt over my head, my sweatpants and underwear following to the floor straight after. Before the bath was even full, I stepped in and sank down into the warmth of the sudsy water.
It was bliss.
Pure, freaking, warm, nice-smelling bliss, even if the bath itself was a little on the small side. It was nothing that couldn’t be corrected by bending my knees so I could sink my shoulders right down.
I tipped my head back, resting it on the rounded porcelain edge, and stared up at the yellowing ceiling that really needed a fresh coat of paint I couldn’t afford. “Good idea, Zeph,” I said to the quiet room. “Great, even.”
If he showed up and got Amelia ready for school tomorrow morning, he might even become my new favorite person.
I ran my hands beneath my arms and behind my knees, washing the day’s grime from my body. I swept my fingers across my abdomen, then higher across my breasts.
I shuddered at the touch of slippery, soapy fingers on aching nipples.
How long had it been since I’d had sex?
I couldn’t even remember. It was an embarrassingly long time, that much was for sure. It had been weeks since I’d even had a chance to make myself come. There was always somebody here, either my gran or Amelia or the hired help. And I shared my room with a four-year-old. It wasn’t like I ever had the chance to go out and get laid. Or even have a little solo pleasure time.
But Zeph had forced it on me today. He hadn’t specifically said, “Go make yourself come, Lyric. You’re a grumpy bitch who needs the release.” Hell, as a priest, he probably knew next to nothing about female orgasms. A total waste when the man looked the way he did. But I had the opportunity now, and if I didn’t take it, how long would it be before I got another? My pussy would probably have grown a new hymen by that point.
I tweaked my nipple, enjoying the feel of my body lighting up, even if it was at my own hands and not at Zeph’s.
I froze at the thought.
Not a partner.
Zeph.
