My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 1267

When Armand did not budge, Genevieve proceeded to help him take his shirt off. “Lift your arms so I can get this sweater off, and don't you dare suggest we take our baths separately again. Do you understand?”

He bent over and lifted his arms obligingly. “Weren't you the one who suggested it in the first place?” he asked, chuckling in amusement.

She glared at him.

Armand was tall and lean to begin with, and the sweater hung from his frame like a designer piece.

He was getting more attractive as he aged, his demeanor more composed and refined.

Physique-wise, his workout and training regime had accorded him muscles in all the right places. He looked trimmed and strong without coming off as exaggeratedly muscular.

Genevieve especially loved seeing him in suits.

Now that he had his shirt off, she could appreciate his well-defined chest, and she was obsessed with the sensation of his muscles coiling under his smooth skin.

She caressed his chest with her fingertips for a while longer, then planted a tentative kiss on his collarbone. “I'd take a bite out of you if I could.”

with her. He placed a soft towel over

wrapped an arm around his neck,

might be less

and I both know that

this, she affectionately caressed his

chiseled jawline and deep-set features. Whenever he looked at her, it was

on his guard like he

cheekbone, and she teased with a chuckle, “Who would have thought that our charming mayor, Mr. Faulkner, is

Armand. “Must

sporting beer bellies and bald patches, like a bunch of middle-aged geezers. You're the fairest of them all, and I'm

had gone cold

making sure the temperature was just right, he slowly eased Genevieve into

the tub

“Coming right up.”

went down to the pantry. He took out a few bottles of liquor and fruit cordial from the fridge, then expertly curated a mild

them to the

the cocktail and

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