Chapter 42

I began preparing a hot bath for him while he stood grumbling in a corner.

"I do not need a hot bath, Debs. A shower would be sufficient."

"If I say you are getting a hot bath, then a hot bath is what you are getting."

I added bath salts and essential oils to the water, lit some candles for ambience, and queued Mozart playlist to set the mood. I prepared a platter of fruits, a cup of water, wine, and orange juice. I grabbed a copy of the book I caught him reading in his man cave and returned to see him side-eyeing the bath.

"Debs, I appreciate your efforts, but you do not have to do all this. If I wanted a hot bath, I have a fully functioning spa on this property with an in-house master masseur and masseuse."

You must be delusional if you think Debby Odion will let another man or woman touch my man. This is Debby's spa, and it is the only spa you are allowed in henceforth. Get in and get used to it Sir rich enough to have an in-house spa.

I dimmed the lights to allow the candles to do their thing and turned to him.

"Maybe you should use the tub, and I will run a cold shower."

"Just shut up and get in the damn bath."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Do not come out until you spend at least ten minutes. I will give you a massage when you come to bed. Now hand your phones over."

"Come on, Debs."

"I said hand 'em over, boy."

All his phones touched my hands, and I left as he began getting rid of his clothes.

"Enjoy your bath."

Imagine my surprise when he was still in there thirty minutes later, and I was dozing off on the bed.

What is happening there? Did he sleep off and may have drowned? Maybe he was trying to get out of the tub and slipped because of the dimmed lights and died. Maybe I used too many candles, and he suffocated. Maybe he had an allergic reaction to one oil I added to the water... and died.

Or maybe you are just overthinking things, and he is just taking an unusually long bath.

I know jumping to conclusions is your forte, but how about you get off your fat behind and check on him?

I approached the door and hesitantly knocked twice with my ear plastered to the door.

"Come in." Came his soft voice.

I pushed the door open and was rendered utterly speechless.

Half his torso was covered under the water, but his glistening chest and glorious face had me spellbound.

"Join me."

Oh, hell no. Not with you looking this hot and naked.

"Do not worry, Debs. I am too tired to do anything, even if I want to." He added after he noticed I was hesitating. "I need you is all. I want to feel you around me."

What?

"Not around my cock. Just your legs wrapped around me... from behind. Please."

What are you doing standing there like a moron? The man said he needs you. Chop chop.

I slowly loosened the belt of my robe and let it fall. Leaving me in a silk booty short and camisole pyjamas set.

It is funny how a look from the right man can make you feel very sexy and confident.

His eyes darkened as he keenly watched my hand lift to my head and let my hair loose. He straightened up and focused on my fingers as I took my time in raising the top over my head and bared my breasts before him, all the while maintaining eye contact. He gulped down. I felt so naughty.

Next, I tugged at my shorts. Letting it drop to my legs, and I stepped out of it.

His hungry eyes roamed from my bouncy breasts to my neatly shaved lady part, and his jaw dropped for the first time since I had known him. It was the most satisfying site ever.

"You are killing me, Debs." He licked his lips, and his eye raised to mine. "Come here, baby."

I slowly walked to him, and I believe he became cross-eyed from how he focused on me when I got close.

His hand reached forth and wandered around the shape of my breasts as he held my gaze and took it to his painfully hard length.

He stared at my lips, and I shook my head. He whimpered and sadly lowered his head.

I gestured for him to shift forward. He obliged without taking his eyes off me for even a split second and would not even blink as he twisted his neck to keep his eyes on me. I felt like a goddess under his fierce gaze as I sat behind him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and a satisfying hum left his mouth.

"Lay your back on my chest."

He let go of the strength holding onto his back and relaxed on my breasts.

I poured vanilla scented bath oil into my hands and began massaging his shoulders, neck, scalp, and forehead. I was kneading his stress away, and the moans from his mouth showed me it worked.

Atta girl.