Submissive Assassin Book 2 (BxB)

It was hard to keep her hormones in check whenever he asked for this—which he did often.

There were times he felt overly fatigued to take care of himself, hence he asked for help to wash himself. It was partially why she had been hired by him, but the professional aspect of it didn't stop the fact that his toned thick chest and lined abs across his abdomen made her lower half tingle. This time, he felt much weaker, barely able to stand, which was why Jessica was by the bathtub, scrubbing his chest, his shoulders, his nipples, his traps, his armpits, his—mouth-watering—obliques, his abs, his—kissable—neck, before moving onto his legs.

At the same time, she frequently glanced towards his closed eyes, his breathing so slow and subtle that it almost appeared as though he wasn't even alive. His lips were slightly parted, his hands were behind his head, and he seemed to be completely lost into his thoughts as he waited until Jessica finished to scrub his entire body.

As she was moving onto the next leg, she flinched when his voice suddenly echoed across the bathroom. "Do you think I should forgive Nate?"

Jessica paused for a moment; she didn't want to sound breathless while answering him. She didn't want him to know that all she could think about was that long shaft thrusting deep inside of her, hitting her spot over and over again as her moans echoed all over the—

"I'm sorry," she cleared her throat, looking away in an attempt to calm herself down or else her cheeks would flare red. "Do what?"

"You heard me, Jess," Lucius mumbled, slightly opening his eyes as he stared down at her; she had moved on to his other leg. "Should I forgive ginger?"

Jessica swallowed hard; she never knew what he expected to hear, but he was always in a subtle bad mood when it was the wrong one. She shifted towards his upper body, asking him to lean forward as she began scrubbing his back.

"You never really explained to me what he did. All you said was that he used to be your best friend, and if you want me to base it off that..." She paused her motion for a moment, exhaling a sigh; she hoped this was the answer he was looking for, "Yeah, I do."

"He got my daughter killed."

Instantly, Jessica's eyes widened; this was not what she had expected to hear. It was definitely the wrong answer. She couldn't see his face since she was scrubbing his back, and she began to ramble, "I'm sorry, I didn't know—"

"But maybe I should consider it since it's been four years." Without any warning, he pressed both hands on either sides of the bathtub and pulled himself to his feet. "Get my towel." Without any hesitation, Jessica rushed to the other side, reaching for his towel and was seconds from handing it to him when he said, "Dry me."

She had already done this multiple times, but every time, it suddenly became hard to breathe as her hands lingered across the tiny droplets covering his body. The worst part was that he acted nonchalant to all of it, as if they were two colleagues that did those things since it was in their duties, not because they wanted to be around one another.

It was different this time.

This time, she was rubbing his chest, then heading for his legs as he stepped out of the bathtub, when he suddenly asked, "Why do you get tense when I ask you to do that?"

"What?" she blurted, taking a step back.

Lucius snatched the towel from her hand, starting to dry himself when he added, "You get weird when I ask you to do these things when that's the whole reason I hired you." She swallowed hard, turning away from his gaze. "Or even when you have to help me with my bath; you know I've gone weaker but it seems as though you get irritated by it."