house from Draven’s music room, so she decided to start there. The first room she was in need of was a bathroom and luckily she found one right next to the room that had become her own.
Draven must have been prepared for this turn of events. In the old bathroom she found an old claw foot tub that was filled with steaming hot water and there were a variety of oils laid out for her use. There were towels set out of her and on the sink rested a toothbrush and some toothpaste for her to use.
She wasn’t about to turn down such a welcome surprise and she slipped off the luxurious silk pajamas before she grabbed bottles of oil at random and poured little bits into the water.
The scent of roses and lavender filled the room as she climbed into the piping hot water. The heat instantly relaxed her muscles and she let herself sink down until the water was just at chin level.
This is too perfect , her mind reminded her. It’s a ploy to get you to sleep with him .
So what if it is? Another voice inside her snapped back. He’s sexy, he’s kind, and he’ll protect you. Is that so bad?
Cadence was sick of the constant internal debate. She just wanted to turn her mind off as she enjoyed the bath Draven had drawn for her. She closed her eyes and forced herself to think of something else, but every time she did, Draven found a way to crawl back into her thoughts.
The longer she laid in the tub, the more sensual her thoughts became. She thought about the night before, with his lips on hers and his fingers on her belly. She thought about his touch moving down her body and in her mind, she didn’t drop the bow and ruin the moment when his fingers found the seam of her jeans.
No, in her fantasy, she let him continue. In her mind’s eye, his fingers slid under her jeans and began to touch her most sensitive, private places. His touch was warm and generous and with the water surrounding her, Cadence let out a soft moan.
It was then that she realized it wasn’t his fingers that she felt, but her own. She had never been one for touching herself, but in that moment, she couldn’t stop. Draven filled her mind as her fingers coaxed her pleasure higher and higher until she felt something stirring inside her.
“No,” something made her say as she sat up in the bath. “Not like this.”
It wasn’t that she was against pleasuring herself, but she didn’t just want to imagine Draven touching her. She wanted him to actually do it. She wanted to feel his touch and let him claim her, no matter how unsure she was about the rest.
That’s enough of bath time , her internal voice said as she pulled herself up from the water. Puddles formed under her feet as she got out, but she didn’t care. She needed to get dressed and find something else to think about beyond Draven Crane.
Once she was dried off and dressed in the silk pajamas, Cadence brushed her teeth with the brush provided. She felt refreshed and renewed as she left the bathroom and began to explore once more.
Most of the rooms on the second floor of Draven’s home housed bedrooms and some were filled with antiques, but one thing Cadence really wanted was a charger for her phone. It had been off for a day now and though she rarely got phone calls, she was starting to worry she might miss something important.
In the end, it was the music room that revealed the one item she was looking for. Hanging around a guitar was a cord that looked like it might fit her phone and she took it with her when she returned to the library where she’d left her bag.
By sheer luck, the cord fit and she plugged in her phone. With the little juice it had, she turned it on and found all of Jane’s frantic messages from yesterday, and a new one from that morning.
“Work emergency?” her text read. “You’ve been gone all night. Did you meet a guy or something?”
She was tempted to reply, she hated lying to Jane. She wanted to tell her the truth, or at least some form of it, but decided against
Draven must have been prepared for this turn of events. In the old bathroom she found an old claw foot tub that was filled with steaming hot water and there were a variety of oils laid out for her use. There were towels set out of her and on the sink rested a toothbrush and some toothpaste for her to use.
She wasn’t about to turn down such a welcome surprise and she slipped off the luxurious silk pajamas before she grabbed bottles of oil at random and poured little bits into the water.
The scent of roses and lavender filled the room as she climbed into the piping hot water. The heat instantly relaxed her muscles and she let herself sink down until the water was just at chin level.
This is too perfect , her mind reminded her. It’s a ploy to get you to sleep with him .
So what if it is? Another voice inside her snapped back. He’s sexy, he’s kind, and he’ll protect you. Is that so bad?
Cadence was sick of the constant internal debate. She just wanted to turn her mind off as she enjoyed the bath Draven had drawn for her. She closed her eyes and forced herself to think of something else, but every time she did, Draven found a way to crawl back into her thoughts.
The longer she laid in the tub, the more sensual her thoughts became. She thought about the night before, with his lips on hers and his fingers on her belly. She thought about his touch moving down her body and in her mind, she didn’t drop the bow and ruin the moment when his fingers found the seam of her jeans.
No, in her fantasy, she let him continue. In her mind’s eye, his fingers slid under her jeans and began to touch her most sensitive, private places. His touch was warm and generous and with the water surrounding her, Cadence let out a soft moan.
It was then that she realized it wasn’t his fingers that she felt, but her own. She had never been one for touching herself, but in that moment, she couldn’t stop. Draven filled her mind as her fingers coaxed her pleasure higher and higher until she felt something stirring inside her.
“No,” something made her say as she sat up in the bath. “Not like this.”
It wasn’t that she was against pleasuring herself, but she didn’t just want to imagine Draven touching her. She wanted him to actually do it. She wanted to feel his touch and let him claim her, no matter how unsure she was about the rest.
That’s enough of bath time , her internal voice said as she pulled herself up from the water. Puddles formed under her feet as she got out, but she didn’t care. She needed to get dressed and find something else to think about beyond Draven Crane.
Once she was dried off and dressed in the silk pajamas, Cadence brushed her teeth with the brush provided. She felt refreshed and renewed as she left the bathroom and began to explore once more.
Most of the rooms on the second floor of Draven’s home housed bedrooms and some were filled with antiques, but one thing Cadence really wanted was a charger for her phone. It had been off for a day now and though she rarely got phone calls, she was starting to worry she might miss something important.
In the end, it was the music room that revealed the one item she was looking for. Hanging around a guitar was a cord that looked like it might fit her phone and she took it with her when she returned to the library where she’d left her bag.
By sheer luck, the cord fit and she plugged in her phone. With the little juice it had, she turned it on and found all of Jane’s frantic messages from yesterday, and a new one from that morning.
“Work emergency?” her text read. “You’ve been gone all night. Did you meet a guy or something?”
She was tempted to reply, she hated lying to Jane. She wanted to tell her the truth, or at least some form of it, but decided against
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