When a drunken night out leads to Rose Delacour meeting the mysterious American Mafia Boss, Clecentine Huxley, she can't help but give in to her beauty and charms.
Young and carefree Rose Delacour didn't expect her night out at the bar to result in...
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Many days had passed since the wedding and we came back home with numerous gifts from Alicia and Silas.
Currently, I was sitting in Clecentine's lap while she read her documents, occasionally rubbing my back or pressing a gentle kiss to my knuckles. I leaned against her chest and began playing with her hair.
''What are you doing with my hair, love?'' She chuckled, closing the document and shifting her entire attention to me.
''I'm playing with them.'' I answered innocently, making a tiny braid out of a few strands of her hair.
''I was thinking of washing my hair today.'' She said as I got off her lap when she got up straightening her suit.
''Can I wash your hair?'' I titled my head up to meet her eyes with a smile which she returned.
''Sure.''
We made our way to my room and opened the door. Clecentine walked into the bathroom and turned the tap of the bathtub on as I fetched a bathrobe, shampoo and soap.
A few minutes later the bathtub filled almost to the brim and she turned the tap off. I watched as she slowly removed her suit and then her pants. She seemed to be in no hurry and frankly, neither was I. She stood in front of me in just her undergarments.
Only God knows how I managed to stand still and not drool over her soft and slow sensual movements as she gently slid the bra off her shoulder, her back arching softly. Her thong went next and there she stood in front of me. Nude. Ready to be feasted on.
Her soft, round breasts were on display, showing her light pink nipples. She had a small belly pouch that made her look even more gut-wrenchingly beautiful. Her body was like that of a goddess. I could worship it every time I got a chance.
''You have such a beautiful body.'' I spoke in a low voice, completely in awe of her as she slid her legs inside the water.
She looked back at me with a smile, her eyes twinkling under the light. The ripples made a soft noise as she sat in the warm water. I forced myself out of my trance and took the shampoo and conditioner.
I sat down on the floor and poured water on her hair from the showerhead and proceeded to apply shampoo to her hair, massaging her scalp in the process too. She seemed to be loving it because she closed her eyes and let her body relax. I continued applying shampoo and conditioner to her hair, massaging her scalp. It was a peaceful moment for us, no words, no talk required, just our presence.
About half an hour later I cleansed her hair and rinsed out all the water. ''It's done Clecentine.''
She hummed under her breath, too relaxed to leave the tub now. I laughed heartily at her behaviour and nudged her gently. ''You'll catch a cold if you stay here for too long.''
She mumbled incoherently before lifting herself off the tub and grabbing the soft, white bathrobe I gave her. She wrapped it around herself before walking out of the bathroom and settling herself on my bed. I sat next to her and began rubbing my fingers through her hair.
