They Paid Me to Fix Their Marriage, So I Took Over Their Bed novel · Chapter 6 of 24

Chapter 6: Claw-Foot

The claw-foot tub was long enough for two people if one of them was me and the other was Dane.

He sat with his knees bent up on either side of me.

I sat between his thighs with my back against his chest.

The water was hot, and cloudy with oil, and the bathroom was full of steam.

His hands were on the rim of the tub where I had put them.

He was holding it so hard I could hear the old porcelain creak.

His cock lay thick and hard against the small of my back, and I let it stay there.

"Hana," I said. "On your knees on the mat. Wash me."

She knelt beside the tub in her bare skin, with a washcloth and a bar of my soap.

Her hair was damp from the steam, and her fringe stuck to her forehead.

She dipped the cloth, wrung it over my shoulder, and drew it down my arm.

It was slow, and it was intimate in a way the bed had not been.

She washed my wrist and the inside of my elbow and the hollow of my throat.

She washed under my breast, and the weight of it, in small careful circles that made my nipples draw tight.

"Lower," I said.

She washed my stomach.

The cloth slid down below the waterline, over my hip, along the inside of my thigh.

I leaned my head back on Dane's shoulder and sighed.

"She's good with her hands," I said, to him.

"She always was," he said into my hair. "She made me a bowl once, when we were dating. It still holds my keys."

Hana's hand went still on my thigh.

"Careful," I said gently.

"That's not the marriage," Dane said. "That's a bowl."

I laughed.

I felt it go through him, too, a short breath of a laugh, against my back.

It was the first time I had heard either of them joke without it being a weapon, and I let it be.

Under the water, the washcloth slipped from Hana's fingers.

Her bare hand moved off my thigh, drifted lower, and slid around the root of her husband's cock.

He jerked behind me.

The water sloshed over the rim of the tub.

Nobody had said the word, and I had not given her leave.

"Doctor," Dane said, close to my ear, and I could hear that he was smiling for the first time since I had met him.

"Hands. Your rule."

"I know," I said.

"She's touching me," Dane said.

"I know she is."

"So what do you do about it?" he said. "Doctor."

There was nothing in his voice but wicked, tender challenge, and I felt the whole bath tighten around us.

Hana's hand did not move.

She was looking at me with her chin up, flushed to the roots of her hair.

She was daring me.

I turned my head and looked at Dane over my shoulder, and then at her.

"Out," I said. "Both of you."

We climbed out in a wave of water.

I stood on the tile in front of the tub with the towels in a heap and the steam rolling off my skin.

I looked at them.

Dane stood naked, dripping, with his enormous erection and an expression of innocent interest.

Hana was kneeling on the bath mat, glaring up at me and trying not to grin.

"Put your hands behind your back," I said to her.

Her smile slid away.

She put them there.

I took the bath towel off the rail and twisted it into a rope, and I tied her wrists behind her with two quick loops.

"Dane," I said. "Stand in front of her."

He stepped up, with his cock at the level of her mouth.

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