Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266

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“Bith?” Arthur suppests once we’re alone in his mir

Inod, and Arthur moves into the en–suite bathroom. A moment later, I hear the w

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water running an he fills the oversized tub

When I follow him, he’s adding bath oil to the steaming water, the scent of lavender filling the air. He turns to me, his eyes darkening when he sees me standing there.

“May 17” he asks, pointing my shirt.

I lift my arms in answer, and he slowly pulls the fabric up and over my head before tossing it aside. His hands trace down my bare arms, raising goosebumps in their wake. I reach for the buttons at his shirt next, undoing them one by one, revealing his chest inch by inch.

But as Arthur slowly undresses the, my mind wanders back to those awful comments I read last week. “Mom bod at 26“. Is that how look? My stomach definitely isn’t as flat as it was before MI, my lips wider, my breasts not quite as perky

As if sensing my discomfort–maybe it’s because I’ve subconsciously wrapped my arms around my midriff –Arthur drops to his knees in front of me, his hands spanning any waist. He leans forward and presses his lips to my stomach, just above my navel where the skin is softest, marked with faint silver stretch marks from carrying Miles

Ishiver lightly as his lips trail lower, to the curve of my hip. Then lower still, toward the apex of my thighs. Arthur’s fingers gently dip into the flesh of my thighs, massaging lightly first in the center, then moving around to my ass. I can’t help the soft moan that escapes me as he cups my there, gently probing with his fingers.

His touch instantly melts away my insecurities. How can I feel anything but beautiful when he looks at me like that? When he touches me like he’s touching me right now?

I tug him back to his feet, my hands working at his belt buckle. “The water’s going to get cold,” I whisper, although that’s not really my concem. I just need him. Now.

We finish undressing each other, my pants and his joining the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor. When we’re fully nude, he steps into the tub first, testing the temperature, their offers his hand to help me in.

we’re both

The water is perfect–hot but not scalding, scented with lavender and patchouli. When 1 sink down into it, my sore muscles from moving are quickly soothed,

We sit facing each other, legs intertwined, the water lapping at our chests. For a while, we just soak, enjoying the warmth and each other’s presence. Arthur reaches for a washcloth, soaps it up, and begins gently washing my shoulders, my arms, my back. I shut my eyes and tilt my head back against the porcelain, just enjoying the sensations.

Once he’s finished, I take the cloth from him and return the favor, running it over his broad chest, his shoulders, the strong column of his neck. As my hands move lower, beneath the water, Arthur’s breathing grows heavier. His eyes, fixed on mine now, darken further. Llet the washcloth drift away, forgotten, as my fingers find his cock under the water, already hard and waiting

“Iris,” he groans as I stroke him slowly, teasingly.

I smirk, enjoying the power 1 have in this moment as I swirl my index finger around the head of his member. It throbs lightly as if reaching for my palm. “Yes, Arthur?”

He doesn’t respond with words. Instead, his hands find my waist, and he lifts me effortlessly, pulling me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. The position brings the tip of his cock right against my entrance, and I gasp at the contact.

“Is this what you want?” he murmurs, his lips against my neck.

“Yes,” 1 breathe, rolling my hips to create more friction. “Please, Arthur.”

He guides me down onto him slowly, both of us moaning as he fillsme completely. Water sloshes over the sides of the tubas T

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