Chapter Twenty-Two
Emmaline drops the towel with a come-hither smile as she exits the bathroom. We’ve enjoyed a languorous morning, but I feel myself thickening as she catwalks toward me, t**s bobbing gently. “Put on some of your lingerie,” I say, voice dropping an octave.
“Do you want to play, bad boy?” she teases as she diverts from her intended path to the bed, where I’ve propped myself up against the headboard, sheets at my hips.
“I discovered a basket of very… naughty… items while you were in the bath,” I say, pointing to the basket I’ve pulled onto the bed.
Most women might die of mortification, but not my Em. She gives me a wicked grin, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Ooh, I see. Do you want something for me to leave on, or for you to take off?”
“Hmmm.” I tap a finger to my mout
