He askedme not to make him wait, so naturally, it made me want to take my time. Soaking in a cloud of bubbles, three quarters of the champagne obliterated, I pop a chocolate truffle into my mouth. Tilting my head back against the rim of the sunken bathtub, I let the silky-smooth treat melt down my throat.
I’ve been no more than an hour—I’m sure of it. But as the rapping of his knuckles echoes off the smooth marble suite, I jump, legs slipping from the edge and champagne spilling over my breasts.
“Shit!”
“Nina? Are you okay in there?”
“Uh, yeah, just a sec!” I climb from the bath, wrapping myself in a towel and padding over to the door.
Swinging open the door, I find him on the threshold, arms crossed over his chest and looking down his nose at me. I shouldn’t laugh, but he’s mad, and mad Mase is fun to play with.
“Hello.” I smile, looking up through my brows seductively.
His head lowers, his eyes creasing in the corners as he watches me. “You’re late.”
I lift his wrist, checking the time. I don’t miss the immaculate black shirt, dark jeans and that smell. God, he smells edible. If possible, his eyebrows drop even lower.
“I have five minutes until seven thirty.”
“You were still in the bath.”
“Sorry, Mr Lowell.” I pout, leaning into his big body. “You want to wait whilst I finish up?”
“No,” he answers quickly.
I shrug. “Okay. Close the door on your way out.”
* * *
Mase
She’s pushing it.Pushing me and she knows it. She’s loving this. And so am. Fucking. I.
“Nina,” I warn as she turns from me, dropping her towel in the next second. “Fuck!” I groan, my fingers in a white-knuckle grip on the doorframe.
“Come on, Mase. We can go out later.” She eyes me over her shoulder.
“No, get dressed. Now,” I demand.
She has no idea how fucking gorgeous she is. This is the first time I’ve seen her fully naked, always having something between us. Yet she is everything I imagined and more. My eyes try to take in every inch of her, but they are drawn to the curve of her hips. That ass.Do not turn the fuck around.Worse, she bends, picking up the champagne at her feet. Her perfect pink pussy is on full display, and it’s over, my control gone. I’m behind her in two strides, one hand around her throat, the other cupping her cunt.
“You changed your mind.” She smiles.
I apply the slightest of pressure to her throat while squeezing her clit tight between my fingers. “You want to play, Pixie?” I say, sliding in three fingers without warning, pulling her ass back and hard onto my throbbing cock.
She gasps, her head falling to my shoulder, her body writhing against me. “Yes!”
I drop my hand before she can rub herself towards orgasm. “Bed. Now,” I ground out, spinning her to face me.
It takes every bit of my strength not to pull her puckered nipple into my mouth because if I do, I won’t stop, and I can’t fuck her in my bathroom right now. She smiles lazily up at me, and I worry she might have drunk too much.
I bend, lifting her over my shoulder and then carry her out to my bed.
“Fucking hell, Nina,” I rasp, looking down at her lying naked on my sheets. She drops her knees to the mattress, baring herself to me. My hands link together behind my neck as I fight to keep in control.
I don’t want to rush this.
Dropping my hands to her spread legs, I smooth them up her thighs.
