HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88

Chapter 88

Bianca

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I tried to stand up but he pulled me back down before I could even get my legs under me properly, his arm looping around my waist.

“I have to wash my face,” I said, trying to sound firm..

He didn’t say anything, he just kept looking at me, that small smile playing at the corner of his mouth like he already knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

“God, I think I might have introduced this man to another part of me. Is this even how I planned to leave him or even stop this thing going on between the both of us?,” I thought, glancing at the door like it might save me from whatever this was turning into.

“I really need to,” I said again, trying to smile through it this time. He shook his head slowly and I found myself shaking my head too, mirroring him without meaning to. He didn’t do anything, he just smiled wider at that, like it was the funniest thing he had seen all week.

“Let’s do that together,” he finally said.

I shook my head almost immediately, before I even had words ready for it.

“Why?” he asked.

“What?”

I didn’t even know what to say about the idea of showering with him, about what it would mean, how much closer it would pull us when I still hadn’t figured out how far I was letting this go. No, I won’t do that to myself, I stood up fast, grabbed my dress off the floor, and ran.

I didn’t get far, he caught up to me in three long strides, scooped me up like I weighed nothing, and started up the stairs with me in his arms, laughing under his breath at how hard I was trying to wriggle free.

“So you can do all that to me but not bath with me?” he said, still walking, completely unbothered by the fact that I was half squirming against his chest.

“That’s different,” I muttered.

“Is it?”

I didn’t answer, not like I had a good reason not to do it with him, if I was being honest with myself.

He opened his bedroom door without putting me down, walked straight through it, and tapped a panel on the wall by another door. It slid open, revealing a bathroom I had never seen before, all soft lighting and pale stone, more beautiful than anything I expected a bathroom to be. I had slept in his room more times than I could count at this point, but I had never once been in here.

“Never been in here,” I said, looking around.

“You’ve been running away even before I opened my eyes” he said, setting me down carefully on my feet. “So I’m blaming you for that

Im not going to take my chances with that,” he added, walking past the bathtub without a second glance. He stopped in front of a wide mirror, tapped something on the wall, and the shower came on behind us, warm steam already curling up

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I didn’t have much choice at that point. I stepped in and let the water run over me while he stood there too, still fully dressed in his white shirt and boxers, the fabric slowly turning see-through as the water splashed reached him.

“You aren’t going to move?” I asked, reaching for one of the shower gels on the rack without even looking at it properly.

“Just do your thing,” he said, arms crossed, watching me like he had nowhere else in the world he needed to be.

“You’re going to just stand there and watch me shower like it’s normal?”

“I’ve watched you do a lot of things tonight,” he said, tilting his head. “This is the tame part.”

I rolled my eyes at him and pressed the bottle. The scent hit me before I even registered what it was, and I stopped, staring at the label like it had personally offended me.

“This is a very crazy coincidence,” I thought, turning the bottle over in my hand.

It was exactly my favorite shower gel, not close or similar, the exact type and I turned to face him.

“I might have made some research,” he said, that smirk creeping back onto his face like he had been waiting for this exact

moment.

“Ohh.” I said, because that was genuinely all I could get out. I already knew exactly who he got that information from, and I made a mental note to have a very serious conversation with my sister later.

“So you’ve already planned that I will be sleeping here,” I said, lathering the gel over my arms like it wasn’t a big deal, even though it very much was.

“I plan a lot of things.” he said. “Most of them involve you now.”

“That’s not concerning at all.”

“You love it.”

He didn’t bother denying anything again, he just started unbuttoning his shirt, until he was done and peeled the wet shirt off and let it drop, then washed himself properly, and for a while neither of us said much of anything.

The water ran warm between us, but most importantly I loved that he left me alone to do my thing.

“You’re staring.” I said, catching his eyes on me in the mirror.

“I’m allowed to.”

“Says who?”

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“Says the last two hours,” he said, and I threw a wet washcloth at his chest, which only made him laugh harder.

He caught my wrist before I could turn away, pulling me in close, water running down both of us. His forehead dropped to mine, and for a second the teasing dropped out of his voice completely.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, “I’m not going to push for everything I want tonight. I’ll let you have it your way today.”

“How generous of you,” I said, trying to sound unbothered, failing.

“Next time,” he said, right against my ear, “you won’t be the only one setting the pace.”

I didn’t have a comeback ready for that one, he just smiled like he knew it, and let me go.

Afterward we dried off and moved to his bed. He pulled the sheets back for me first, an oddly gentle gesture from a man who an hour ago had me tied up on his couch, and I climbed in without thinking too hard about how natural it felt.

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