58: Clean and Smooth

Fenella’s POV Laird's hands trailed to my thighs and bottoms. Without needing to say a word, I wrapped both of my legs around his waist and immediately felt the hard bulge pressing against my groin. He carried me further to the end of the room while continuing to suck on my tongue. Apparently, he pushed open the bathroom door, and in an instant, I found myself in his bathroom. I looked around Laird's spacious bathroom. I thought he would sit me on the marble sink table in his bathroom, but I was wrong. Carefully, he lowered me into the still-dry bathtub. He joined me in the tub and stood near me. Our lips were still locked in a passionate kiss as his hands slowly removed my shirt, forcing me to briefly separate from him. "Do you want to shower with me?" I whispered softly in front of his lips as my hands began to unbutton his shirt, one by one. "Yes. Multitasking makes our time much more efficient, and I don't want our food to get too cold," he whispered in my ear. Laird's hands then e