His Dad Calls Me Baby
Before I could ask where, he swept me off my feet and strode toward the penthouse terrace.
There, a massive, custom built stone tub was already filled with steaming water, perched right at the edge of the glass railing, overlooking the entire city.
"Lisa, do you remember this tub?"
I looked at the swirling steam rising into the night air, high above the glowing Manhattan skyline, and my heart skipped a violent beat.
Memories flooded back. I couldn't help but let out a soft, wicked laugh.
"How could I forget?"
I poked a finger against the hard, rhythmic muscle of his chest, my eyes narrowing with a flirtatious challenge.
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