Hailey's POV
I could clearly feel that Nash was protecting me. He stopped talking about his work.
He was a well-respected re-elected governor, but now the internet and news were full of accusations against him. Even his past scandals and rumors were being dug up and reported one by one.
Duke Nash Anders, an outdated aristocrat, was a sinful governor who sheltered werewolves.
My heart ached when I saw these comments online.
But whenever I wanted to ask Nash about it, he would subtly arouse me and change the subject just like now. "Oh, no... Nash, I don't want this."
"Really?" Nash licked my earlobe. We were both sitting in a huge bathtub, warm water spraying on our bodies.
Nash's hands were cupping my breasts, his eyes burning with a desire to devour them.
"God, they're beautiful."
