Chapter 195

(Holden POV)

Desire courses through my bloodstream as I lean against the doorframe and gaze at the love of my life. She stands in front of the mirror, fresh from a shower—a thought that awakens my cock.

The things I could've done if I showered with her. I stare at her,

getting lost in the beauty of her damp hair and skin, bare face, and

the towel hiding her naked figure. I bite my lip. To me, she's

always a goddess—a woman that I can't get tired of pleasing. I badly want my hands to be where her towel is and draw out

whimpers from her. The thought makes me shudder.

Calm yourself, Holden.

She picks up her favorite red lipstick, but it doesn't touch her lips

as her eyes find me in the mirror watching her. A smirk teases he lips.

"Hi, Sir," she places her lipstick on the counter and turns to face me. "Enjoying the view?" She gasps and eyes me appreciatively, starting from my feet and slowly working her way up to meet my ey