Stan's expression softened into a genuine smile. "You two really are the best…"
Stan closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the dual sensations, the soft press of their breasts against his sides, the gentle weight of their thighs against his, the idle, affectionate caress of their hands over his chest and stomach.
The hot water and the subtle scent of the bath salts loosened every remaining bit of tension in his body.
"I could stay like this for hours," he said quietly, sincerity threading through the playful tone. "Just the three of us. No rush. No interruptions."
Maya pressed a soft kiss to the wet skin of his shoulder. "Then that's what we'll do."
Sophie settled more fully against him, her soft breast molding to his side, her fingers continuing their slow, contented exploration of his abs. "Mmm. Agreed. Our king has earned a long, quiet soak, and we're not going anywhere."
