The Billionaire's Two-Faced Escort Wife-Chapter 77: Just Watching, No Touching

’Baby?!’

Adrian froze inwardly from that endearment.

He was losing his composure with this new version of Alexander: caring, sweet, soft-spoken, and loving.

It scared him greatly because he knew that it was scarier than an angry Alexander.

An angry Alexander won’t hurt or threaten his heart, but this Alexander was very dangerous to his weak heart. He didn’t want to let down the walls around his heart, if he did, he might get hurt again, and this time, worse than the last time.

"Does this feel good?" Alexander asked behind Adrian, his fingers every so gently massaging Adrian’s shoulders and neck, threading them softly against his sensitive skin.

Adrian nodded once, not trusting his voice to answer steadily.

It felt good, too good.

Alexander stared at the side of Adrian’s face as he massaged his arms, his inner voice warning him to tread carefully, since Adrian was still very injured and very angry with him.

He felt shame crawl all over him when he remembered how he had chased Adrian out of the car all because of his jealousy toward Sebastian.

He should have done better, he should have managed his emotions better, and not taken it out on his secretary and husband, who have done nothing wrong but just try to survive amidst the rough and unfair world.

"Mmn..." Adrian’s soft Moan snapped Alexander back to reality, and that’s when he realised what he was doing.

His hands were now on Adrian’s chest, his thumbs slowly circling his nipples.

His unconscious had gone ahead to do what he truly wanted while he was lost in thought.

He wanted to remove his hands and apologise. He should have removed his hands and apologised.

He didn’t.

He turned his head to the side and stared at Adrian’s face, and he swore to God... he almost came on the towel around his waist when he saw how flushed Adrian’s face looked, and the way he fluttered his eyes and bit his damned lip. Alexander swallowed down a hard grunt that threatened to tear from his throat.

He moved, his lips ghosting over the shell of Adrian’s ear, "Can I join you?" He whispered huskily, his breath turning warmer and warmer.

Adrian suddenly opened his eyes, snapping them down to Alexander’s hands on his nipples.

’Shit, what am I even doing? I shouldn’t let him touch me!’ He screamed in his head.

’I hate him! I hate him so much! But, God... why do I want him so much?!’ He cried.

"No," Adrian said, his voice barely over a whisper.

Alexander sighed, lowering his face to the side of Adrian’s neck, dragging his nose bridge along the sensitive skin.

"Please, Adrian. I know you hate me right now, and you’re not ready to forgive me. I’m not going to force you to... but," he paused, pressing a soft kiss on Adrian’s collar bone, "let me make you feel good." He whispered.

Adrian shuddered as he felt the ghost of Alexander’s breath against his skin. His body a traitor, was slowly already warm and robbing between his legs.

If he were alone, he would have touched himself, but even now, his arms were too sore to do that... if he needed a release, he needed a helping hand.

But he wasn’t going to —

"I won’t touch you unless you ask me to," Alexander’s voice cut through his thoughts.

"I’ll just wash you up. I promise," Alexander slowly, reluctantly, let his hands move away from Adrian’s nipples.

Adrian was quiet for a while, contemplating his options.

Alexander had promised to simply help him with his bath, and he really needed to get cleaned. Since he couldn’t do it himself at the moment, it was only wise to let someone else help him. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

And, he wasn’t going to ask Alexander to touch him. Just washing, no touching.

"Okay," Adrian murmured.

Behind him, Alexander smiled, a slow predatory smile.

He stood, removing his towel from his waist, and very gently, he climbed into the bathtub, carefully adjusting Adrian as he lowered himself behind him.

Adrian gulped the moment he sat behind him. He was aware, too aware of the hit length pressing firmly behind him. It sent an instant electric current right to his own arousal, causing a small groan to escape his lips.

"Are you okay?" Alexander asked, gently rubbing his hands along Adrian’s arms.

Adrian glanced between his legs; his arousal was obvious, and he felt ashamed to be turned on by a man he had rejected.

"Just wash me, I need to leave the bathtub," Adrian said, clenching his fists.

Alexander sighed, "Thank you, for letting me hold you and wash you. And..." he cleared his throat, "You don’t have to worry about me, what you feel behind you is just my normal reaction to you, even before you asked for tbe first loan... I’ll manage it, like I always do," He whispered, shocking Adrian.

Adrian blinked slowly.

His mind was working fast and sharp, trying to draw meaning out of Alexander’s words.

If he reacted that way even when Adrian thought he was unseen by his boss... does it mean he wasn’t the only one secretly crushing?

Does it mean their feelings were mutual?

Does it mean Alexander liked him just as he used to like Alexander?

Does this mean he was never unseen?

"Open," Alexander’s deep voice commanded behind Adrian.

Adrian inhaled shakily and forced his mind to focus.

He looked down and saw Alexander’s hands gently rubbing a soft, foam bath sponge over his thighs.

He swallowed hard, realising that Alexander was asking him to spread his legs so he could wash his inner thighs.

He’d look unreasonable if he refused, right?

So, slowly, he parted his legs just the slightest, locking his eyes on the ceiling so he doesn’t stare at the way Alexander’s hand moved in between his thighs.

But his eyes were lowered in the second.

The moment he felt Alexander’s knuckles graze his skin, he couldn’t look away, the shameless part of him wanted to watch Alexander touch his skin, even if it was just helping him wash up.

Alexander saw the moment Adrian stared and his cock twitched, hands itching to touch Adrian where he knew he needed him.

He slowed his movements, his hands going higher, diving deeper and lower toward Adrian’s ass, his breath turning shallow as he felt the silky smooth skin.

He wanted to discard the bath sponge and touch Adrian with his hands, to feel that silky, smooth skin right under his hands.

He promised not to touch, but he never said he wouldn’t tempt.

"Ah..." Adrian suddenly gasped, his fingers digging into his palms and the side of Alexander’s hand brushed against his cock, causing the aroused muscle to twitch, jerking toward the touch for more.

Alexander smirked behind Adrian, acting like he had no idea what was happening, "Are you okay?" He asked, voice dark, deep, and husky.

Adrian wanted to reply, but a soft moan slipped through his lips as Alexander’s hand brushed past his tip, stealing his breath out of his lungs.

Alexanded inhaled sharply, gritting his teeth for control as he heard Adrian’s sultry moans. It undid something in him and he was praying to God to give him the strength to go through the bath session without acting in a way that would make Adrian hate him more.

"Touch me," Adrian found himself whispering, his hands moving over to rest on Alexander’s thighs.

Alexander felt a zap through his body. His hands froze, and his heart slammed against his ribs as if it wanted out.

He forced air into his lungs as his heart started to beat rapidly, his body shuddering violently.

"What did you say?" He asked, as if he hadn’t heard quite clearly the first time.

Adrian was panting slowly, he lifted his head to the side and stared at Alexander’s darkening blue eyes.

’God, I’m ruined...’He thought as his grey eyes locked with Alexander’s.

"Touch me," Adrian whispered again, but this time, he took Adrian’s hand and guided him right where he needed him, "Touch me, Alex... make me feel good as you promised," he begged shamelessly, shutting down the rational part of his brain.

"Fuck," Alexander’s voice was shaky as he buried his face in Adrian’s neck, letting Adrian guide his hand around his cock, holding with his as he slowly stroked their hands along his cock.

Alexander’s hand trembled as it closed around cock, the bath sponge forgotten, drifting to the bottom of the tub like a white flag of surrender. Warm water lapped at their joined fingers, steam curling around them, thick and fragrant with cedar and skin.

"I’m sorry," Alexander breathed against the damp curve of Adrian’s neck, lips brushing the words into his pulse. "I’m so fucking sorry, baby."

The apology was soft, reverent, a prayer against Adrian’s throat as their hands moved together—slow, deliberate strokes from root to crown, thumb gliding over the slick head, spreading precum through the water until every glide was silk.

Adrian’s head fell back against Alexander’s shoulder, a broken moan spilling free as his hand released Alexander’s hand, leaving his pleasure in Alexander’s hand. His thighs parted wider, hips rolling into the touch, chasing the heat of Alexander’s palm.

"Alex—"

"Shh, I’ve got you," Alexander whispered, voice raw with worship. His free arm banded around Adrian’s waist, anchoring him, fingers splayed over the faint bruises Adrian got from his incident —marks he now kissed with gentle, open-mouthed presses behind Adrian’s neck.

"I’m sorry for every time I hurt you. For every word, every look. Let me make it right." Alexander whispered.

He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, squeezing just beneath the head, and Adrian’s back arched, a shuddering cry echoing off marble. Water sloshed over the tub’s edge, forgotten.

"God, Adrian... you’re a fucking sight," Alexander murmured, lips grazing the shell of Adrian’s ear, tongue tracing the delicate curve. "So beautiful when you let me in. So perfect." Another slow, worshipful stroke, thumb circling the sensitive slit. "I don’t deserve this, but God, I’ll spend every day earning it."

Adrian’s fingers tightened over Alexander’s, guiding him faster, needier. "Please—don’t stop—"

"Never," Alexander vowed, pressing the promise into the hollowwwwwww beneath Adrian’s jaw with a slow, wet kiss. His strokes turned firmer, rhythmic, the water churning around them as he worked Adrian with single-minded devotion. "Come for me, love. Let me feel you fall apart in my hands. Let me keep you."

The words unravelled Adrian.

His hips jerked, a strangled moan tearing from his throat as he came—thick, pulsing ropes that clouded the water, his entire body trembling in Alexander’s arms. Alexander didn’t stop, milking every aftershock with gentle, reverent strokes, whispering apologies and praise into Adrian’s skin until the last shudder faded.

When it was over, Alexander turned Adrian’s face to his, kissing him slowly and deeply, tasting salt and steam and something akin to forgiveness.

"I’m sorry," he whispered again, forehead pressed to Adrian’s. "I’ll say it every day until you believe it. Until you let me love you the way you deserve."

Adrian’s answer was a choked gasp as he almost died from his saliva.

Alexander had said ’Love!’

Was this man crazy?

Did he not know how to read the fucking room!