A blush crept up Tilda’s neck as yesterday’s steamy scene replayed in her mind.

Was he suggesting to assist her with a bath?

Wouldn’t this lead to…?

“Let’s take one together.

.

.

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Before Tilda’s thoughts could spiral any further, Lyndon scooped her up into his arms.

Tilda gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck, her eyes wide, “Together?”

Lyndon, ever playful, raised an eyebrow.

“Two people in a bath saves water, right?”

Tilda frowned, speechless.

Lyndon smirked at her stunned expression, carried her into the bathroom, and what followed unfolded naturally.

placed her gently on the sink, his touch feather-light as he removed her glasses and

each one

His technique was impeccable.

touch, a

these real-life experiences make writing romantic scenes a

references or contrived

your head

was a husky murmur, his teeth nipping playfully at

softly, a

“Are you a dog?”

lifting his

a swift movement, he scooped her up again and stepped into the

sheep’s clothing,” he

help but

the cold, reserved Lyndon

uncharted territories, pushing boundaries until Tilda finally

through the curtains roused Tilda from a deep

phone, her stomach growling

slept through the

“Awake?”

sent a pleasant shiver down

warm body lay beside her,

to

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