Coming Clean

Back to the hotel, he commented he had a couple of Zoom calls he needed to make, so I left him occupy the living area and decided it was time to revisit the soaking tub, placed right by a big window to the street. I don’t know what got into me, but I felt like giving the place a little atmosphere to make it more relaxing. The spa staff had gifted us with not one but two baskets of products, including many scented candles, so I lit some of them around the tub and turned off the lights. I put my hair up in an improvised bun, stepped into the paradisiac steamy water, and just lay there with my eyes out the window, losing track of time

I’d just drained the tub to refill it with fresh steamy hot water when I heard Brandon say, “Son of a bitch.”

I sat up in the tub and found him kicking his shoes off and taking off his shirt at the same time. A moment later, I guided him to sit between my legs and lay back against my chest.

“Fuck yeah,&rd