Continue from a thread with @legendaryturk here.
“ My champagne you have just helped yourself to, you said. ”
As she did not just help herself to the seating along the tub’s rim where five finely decorated claws would move through his still soaked locks to firmly tug his head back that rouge red lips may follow.
“Of course it’s your champagne, my lady.” He smirked, setting the stemmed glass in its holder, his other hand, quite soapy, suddenly appearing from beneath the bubbly depths what exactly had it been occupied doing, hidden in that fashion?
“Mmm…” Zed murmured into Lucia’s parted lips, grinning devilishly as he wrapped a firm forearm about her waist, threatening to pull her into the oversized clawfoot tub with him.
“Would be a shame if you got that beautiful dress all wet, Lucia,” Zed drawled, eyeing her up and down lasciviously. That dress was either going to get sopping wet, or come off. Possibly both.
She hummed softly, appreciative of what she saw and felt against her waist. Which lady in her right mind wouldn't? A little bit of muscles and strong pair of hands usually promise so much more.
It was a shame really with what had happened with her husband. He used to be quite a hunk.
But again, that was as well where they disagree. He thinks money can substitute look; she thinks money can buy look. With that, sometimes come respect as well.
A wicked smile slowly spread across her lips. She gave the other’s hair another firm tug before she drew back. One loosen perfectly manicured hand removed so that the sharp nail of her index could tap chidingly on the tip of strong nose. “ Then... ”
“ You have better came out, so this dress can come off, haven’t you? ”
