"Oh," Sierra whispered, eyes huge. "This is…"
"Obscene," he finished for her. "Wait till you see the rest."
"Phei, this bathroom is bigger than mine a home. Not fair."
"Probably."
"Is that a pool?"
He carried her toward the sunken soaking tub—eight feet of marble-clad decadence, deep enough to drown in pleasure. The touchscreen panel glowed invitingly.
"Technically a Japanese-style ofuro. Also converts to ice plunge." He shifted her higher in his arms, letting her slick thighs slide deliberately along his skin. "But we're not doing recovery today."
He tapped the panel. Water thundered to life from hidden jets, steam curling up in fragrant clouds as the temperature climbed to just above body heat—perfect for long soaks.
Sierra stared, still cradled like something precious and breakable. "You're going to put me in there?"
