Lucius admired his wife’s serene beauty as she lay in a deep slumber. His heart swelled with affection, and a silent vow echoed in his mind. ’I want to be yours in every lifeti. The connection we share goes beyond words. I won’t let my past cast shadows over your happiness. I promise.’
He delicately brushed a few strands of hair from her face, his fingers trailing softly before his hand rested on her cheek.
Layla’s eyes showed movent as she stirred awake from her sleep. She blinked a few tis before focusing on Lucius. "Umm... Lucius," she murmured sleepily, shifting closer to him as if drawn by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "Good morning."
Lucius leaned in and pressed a tender kiss on her forehead. "Good morning, my wife," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.
Her lips curved into a soft smile. "What ti is it?" she asked, her voice still laced with sleep.
Lucius glanced over at the wall clock. "It’s 10 a.m.," he said casually.
Layla’s eyes widened in alarm. "Oh my God! It’s already ten? We’re so late!" she exclaid, sitting up abruptly. "Why didn’t you wake ?" She playfully swatted his shoulder, ready to jump out of the bed.
Lucius chuckled, watching her as she fumbled, her robe slipping slightly—a robe he had lovingly draped over her last night after she had fallen asleep.
Before she could fully rise, he reached out and gently pulled her back down into his arms. Layla gasped, her breath hitching for a mont as their eyes t.
"Relax," Lucius said softly, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "Let’s steal a little more ti for ourselves. I have already inford Aiden you aren’t going to the office today," he asserted.
"What?" Layla gaped at him.
"Because I tired you out last night," he replied, grinning. "Nothing will happen to Director Layla if she takes one day off. She can take leave whenever she desires," he asserted.
Layla ended up smiling. "Well, you aren’t wrong. Earlier, it was so difficult to even take a leave. I rember I had to go on a date~" she paused realizing she almost brought up sothing which she shouldn’t have.
"Let’s go on a date today," Lucius suggested, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Layla’s face lit up instantly. "That’s a nice idea," she said. "Where should we go?"
Lucius leaned back slightly, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "I have a friend in Umbria," he began. "It’s only a two-hour drive from here. This ti of year, the vineyards are beautiful. We could visit one, enjoy so wine, and soak in the scenery."
Layla’s excitent was palpable as she clasped her hands together. "That sounds like a wonderful idea!" she exclaid, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Let’s go to Umbria then."
Lucius smiled, pleased by her reaction. His initial plan was to et Sylvia and confront her, but he dismissed that plan to spend an entire day with Layla.
"You should freshen up first. I only need a quick bath," Lucius said with a smirk. Then, leaning in slightly, he added, "Unless, of course, you’d prefer we share the bath."
Layla arched an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sly smile. Her eyes t his, holding a seductive glint. "Why not?" she replied, her voice soft but laced with a teasing edge.
Lucius’s smirk deepened. "Well then, my love," he murmured, pulling her closer in his embrace, "let’s make this morning even more morable."
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Layla ran her fingers through the frothy bubbles, scooping up a handful and playfully blowing them toward Lucius. The delicate bubbles floated through the air before popping right on his forehead. He closed his eyes briefly, the unexpected sensation making her giggle.
When he opened them again, his gaze was filled with a smoldering intensity. Without a word, he reached for her, pulling her close until their bodies were nearly touching. He leaned in, his cheek brushing gently against hers. "You’re turning on already," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Layla’s breath hitched, her playful deanor softening into sothing more intimate. "Am I?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes dropped to his lips, her hand gliding through the water until she touched his hard manhood.
Lucius inhaled sharply at her touch, his pulse quickening.
"You beco like this with just one tease," she whispered, her lips brushing against his.
Unable to resist, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his mouth as they lted into the mont.
Both of them craving more but needing a breath too. Reluctantly, they pulled apart, their lips still tingling from the closeness. Layla inhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her heartbeats. Lucius’s hands gently rested on her waist as he gazed at her, his eyes darkened with desire.
He leaned in, brushing his lips against her ear. "Let’s get rid of all these bubbles," he murmured, his voice rough and filled with anticipation.
With a swift movent, he pressed the sinkhole button, releasing the water from the bathtub and watching as it drained away. Without missing a beat, he scooped Layla into his arms, lifting her effortlessly as he stepped out of the tub.
Layla wrapped her arms around his neck, her skin flushed while her heart already erratically beating.
The water from the showerhead greeted them as Lucius stepped beneath it, the hot spray cascading over their bodies. It washed away the remnants of the bubbles, the warmth of the water intensifying the heat between them.
Lucius slowly lowered Layla until her feet touched the floor, but he kept his arms around her, holding her close as their bodies pressed together under the flow of water.
The droplets trickled down their skin, the sound of the water mingling with the soft gasps and moans that escaped between their heated kisses. Lucius’s lips found hers again, this ti more hungry and demanding.
His hands slid down her back, caressing her curves as their kiss deepened. Layla’s fingers threaded through his wet hair, tugging him closer as her body arched into his.
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