Sterling sat behind Faye, drawing her against his chest. He whispered, "Now, why don't you tell me about the story we were discussing?" She felt his hot breath in her ear. His voice turned sultry. "I like to hear a good bedtime tale occasionally."
While she sat at the edge of the pool, settled between Sterling's powerful thighs, she felt his sturdy fingers in her long golden hair, massaging the fragrant soap into her scalp. His touch felt so good it almost left her speechless.
While he paid attention to cleaning Fayes' body, she spun the fairytale to him. Her conversation started with an odd question. "Did you know some butterflies are poisonous?"
Sterling arched his brow at her remark, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes, then said. "No, actually, I didn't," he responded, shaking his head slightly. "Are you implying that, as my butterfly, you might be poisonous?"
Faye chuckled at his question and the wry smirk on his face. "No, I am not toxic."
