Mature Content 18+

Sinclair

"Nicholas," she murmured, her voice raspy. Sinclair had felt him join her in bed around five in the morning. Without saying anything, she rolled to his side, welcoming him, promptly falling back to sleep clinging to his hard body. "Where are we going?"

"I have prepared a bath for us, sweet." He answered while he carried her to a marbled tub filled with bubbles and rose petals. Sinking in the warm water with her in his arms, she sighed. The tension and worry from yesterday slipping away.

"This is a good way to wake up," her face nuzzling his hard naked chest, letting him tend to...