Every muscle in my body locked as the orgasm roared through me and I cried out. The pleasure was a wildfire, burning away my ability to think or speak. I couldn’t even breathe. The only thing that I felt, the only thing I knew, was Landen.
He grabbed my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he slammed into me twice. Then he lowered his head and sucked hard at my nipple, groaning as he came.
I made a loud noise, a cross between a moan and shout, as the feel of his mouth on my overly sensitive breast shot through me. The last convulsions of my orgasm grew stronger and I arched, trying to escape the overwhelming sensations.
But Landen wouldn’t let me. He lapped at my nipple as he moved slowly, gliding in and out of me as though he were savoring the way my body shimmied and jerked beneath him.
With one last lick, he lifted his head and looked down at me. We were both breathing heavily and damp with sweat. Then he put his hand on my sternum and trailed his fingers over my abdomen and my muscles quivered. When he reached my pubic bone, he dipped his fingers between us and held onto the condom as he pulled out.
“Don’t move,” he murmured. “I’ll be right back.”
I turned my head and watched as he left the bed, tugged off the condom, and walked into the bathroom that he hadn’t shown me earlier. I watched the play of muscles in his back and ass until he disappeared from view, thinking that he had an amazing body for a man who spent most of his day at a desk.
Though he told me not to move, I turned over on my side and bent my arm at the elbow, propping up my head on my hand. I heard the toilet flush and water run in the sink for a moment. Then I perked up when I heard the dull roar of more water, this time in something much larger than a sink.
Landen reappeared, his eyebrow lifting when he saw that I’d changed position on the bed.
“I told you not to move,” he said as he approached the bed.
I let my eyes wander over his body, enjoying the sight that I’d been too distracted to fully appreciate earlier. “I wanted to take in the view,” I replied.
One corner of his mouth tilted up in a crooked grin. “Like what you see?”
I gave him another once over. “Definitely.”
When he reached the bed, he leaned over and hauled me to my feet. “I could say the same.”
As he crowded me toward the bathroom, I smiled up at him. “Where are we going?”
“To get wet.”
I laughed. “Sounds naughty.”
Landen chuckled as he pulled me through the door to the bathroom. Then I lost my train of thought. The bathroom was a dream. It was even better than his kitchen, which was saying something. It was enormous with black cabinets, white countertops, and gorgeous white marble flooring. A free-standing tub was positioned in front of a large window, rapidly filling with water. A huge glass shower was inset into one wall and his-and-her sinks were against the other. A door stood open in one corner to reveal the toilet and double doors were directly to our right. I assumed they led to the closet and if the size of the doors were anything to go by, it was probably just as big as the bathroom.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
Landen walked to the tub and turned off the faucets. The tub was only half full, but it was deep and big enough for two. As I approached, I saw that it also had jets.
“I think I’m in love,” I muttered.
Landen stilled, his body going tight, and he turned toward me. “What?”
“I’m sorry, Landen, but I need you to leave me alone with your tub for a moment. It’s love at first sight. If I can convince him, he’s coming home with me.”
The tension drained out of his body then and he smiled, wide and bright. “I’m afraid the tub stays here with me.” He paused before saying, “But you can come over any time you want and visit him.”
I lifted a brow at him. “Be careful what you offer me or I’ll be here every day to hog your bathroom and play in your kitchen.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” he retorted. “A wet, naked woman in my bathtub and a meal I don’t have to cook every night. That would be nice.”
“Who said I’d make enough for you?”
He was still grinning when he reached out and wrapped an arm around my waist, bringing our bodies together. “What if I paid you back in orgasms?”
I pretended to think about that. “That’s an interesting incentive, but I’m gonna need a little more than that.”
He chuckled and used his grip on my waist to lift me up on my toes so he could touch his mouth to mine. “Multiple orgasms?”
“Your tub could probably give me those,” I muttered, still giving him a hard time. He smacked my ass lightly, the contact just sharp enough to make me yelp. “Hey!”
“Now, get in the tub and I’ll give you my down payment.”
I stopped giving him shit and did as I was told because, despite my words, multiple orgasms were definitely enough incentive.
