CEO Daddy (Crescent Cove 6.50)

Just me. And wasn’t that the most wonderful thing ever?

Wait until he finds out you’re knocked up.

A shadow crossed the doorway. I sat up straighter before remembering angles and my stomach situation. I slumped back down and swallowed hard. “Could I trouble you for a loofah?”

“A what?”

“A loofah. It’s a mesh spongey thing to wash with.” I swallowed as my gaze dropped to Asher’s bare chest. The surprising amount of muscles and tattoos he mostly hid under his business suits—other than the wrist and hand ones—were as much of a surprise now as they were the first time I saw him naked. “Never mind.”

He bent to open a cabinet beneath the spacious double sink, emerging with a few stubby candles and a washcloth. “Suitable?”

“Yes, thank you. Are you going to light those with the power of your mind?”

He tossed me the washcloth and it splashed in the water. “You have a very smart mouth. I didn’t fully realize the night we met.”

“About all you realized then was how tasty my lemon bars were.”

They hadn’t even been mine, but I’d shared them with him. Perhaps someday he’d get to try the ones I made.

Maybe. Everything felt so tenuous right now. I had to try to live in the moment.

Tomorrow? What tomorrow?

“Wrong. I also noticed you were a screamer.” He disappeared into the other room.

I caught myself smiling as I lathered up the washcloth with some of the citrusy cedar-scented bodywash in the tub.

Mmm. No wonder Asher smelled so good.

I lathered my neck and shoulders before moving to my belly, deliberately avoiding my breasts. I had a feeling they would be far too sensitive, and I was already skating along a thin edge.

Had I really screamed? Moaned loudly for sure.

The door creaked open again and Asher returned with a small tray that contained the lit candles. A portable baby monitor poked out of his trouser pocket.

My heart gave a hard tug.

He flicked off the overhead lights and set the candles near the tub. The baby monitor crackled as he set it on the countertop and he muttered under his breath, fiddling with dials and buttons.

As sexy as I found the lean muscles shifting in his back, and his perfect peach of an ass snugly displayed in his well-cut pants, the hottest thing about him was his concern for his daughter.

When he shifted toward me and tugged at his zipper, the bulge in his boxers came in a close second.

“May I join you?” The slight hesitation in the question had me leaning forward, completely oblivious to my bare breasts bobbing out of the water.

Until his jaw locked and his eyes glazed.

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bsp; I rubbed the soapy loofah over my thighs before it slipped away in the water. “It’s your tub.”

“May I join you?” he repeated.

Every part of me buzzed and hummed with anticipation. Even Asher’s impeccable manners excited me. I knew he had a more commanding side and waiting for it to come out was yet another turn-on.

“Please do.” I hadn’t meant for my voice to sound husky.

He inhaled as he shed his trousers and boxers, his gaze not meeting mine until he was fully nude. The thick curve of him drew my focus. And how.