I roll my eyes before slowly beginning to strip. I discard my shirt first, dropping it to the floor before shimmying out of my tights. The whole time I undress, Rowan watches me with hooded eyes.
When the cold air hits my breasts, his hands replace mine as he cups them and pinches my nipples. I hiss at the slight pain, and a shock shoots straight to my clit as he rolls my hardened buds between his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. My beautiful wife.” He growls before leaning down and giving my left nipple a teasing bite. He licks over the area as I moan and place one hand at the nape of his neck. I push his head flush with me, asking for more.
He hums in approval, sending the vibration straight to my core as my thighs begin to quake. He switches, lavishing my other breast with the same teasing attention before he rights himself and slaps a large hand over my ass, jolting me forward.
“I’m not done with you,” he decides before handing me a robe. “But I have a better idea…”
My eyes bounce between his and his outstretched hand. My hackles rise as I slowly take the robe with suspicion. “What are you plotting?”
He gives me a devilish smirk that brightens his features until I'm practically swooning. “Do you trust me?”
Before, that answer was never easy for me. Trust was something to earn, but Rowan has my whole heart in the palm of his hands, and I wouldn't want anyone else holding it. “Of course.”
“Then put the robe on,” he winks before grabbing his andholding it up to him.
I snort as his frame swallows the standard robe. “I don't think that's going to fit.”
He chuckles. “Nope. I’ll grab a towel and strip when we get there.”
With that, we’re off. Rowan grabs his towel, and I'm in the most comfortable and plush robe I've ever worn. As we head to the twelfth floor, our fingers are intertwined, and our arms swing between us. I’m so light I feel like I could just float away.
We take the corridor with a sign pointing straight ahead to the sauna. There’s a brunette behind a desk, and two grand wooden doors rest just behind her as she taps away on a desktop. Her head lifts at our arrival, and she stands with a warm smile.
“Are you here for the spa, or the sauna?” She asks with a chipper tone.
“The sauna,” I reply, wrapping an arm around my husband’s bicep.
“There are four private chambers with curtains to draw over the glass doors. Follow the signs to the end of the hall.” She opens one of the doors and motions us forward.
“Thank you!” I call back as we step into the dimly lit hallway. Relaxing music flows from the speakers lining the ceiling. There are other doors labeled with different types of spa treatments, and the only other sound is our footsteps as we pad softly towards the sauna doors.
When Rowan opens them, I’m slapped in the face with the humidity. Steam rolls along the upper walls, collecting in thick clouds that hang heavily overhead. A sweat instantly builds on my brow, and I smile as the heat soaks through my robe.
“This is smoldering,” Rowan grumbles.
I nudge him with an elbow. “Because you're still dressed. Strip, Assassin Man.”
He shakes his head with amusement before motioningme into the first chamber. I step in, and relaxation takes hold of me. I grab the claw clip I brought with me, and Rowan holds a hand out to me.
“Let me,” he says gently before gathering up my hair. I smile as he pins my strands with careful movements, treating me like precious glass.
Once he’s satisfied with his work, he takes his shirt off. My mouth goes dry at the miles of toned, sweaty muscles that stretch and move as he steps out of his jeans. He’s standing in all of his naked glory before me, and my hands itch to run over his stomach.
He steps forward, looking down at me reverently as he unties my robe and lets it fall open. He gingerly works it off my shoulders, his bare hands ghosting over my flesh until I'm panting where I stand.
I don't know how much longer I'll last until I jump his bones. This istorture.
He backs up until he sits down on the wooden bench. His long legs stretch out in front of him before he pats his lap. “Come here, Sunshine.”
Like a moth to a flame, I'm drawn to him. I sling my leg over his thighs before settling on his lap. He groans as my pussy grinds against his cock, and his hands grip my hips with a punishing bite.
Sweat clings to us, making our skin slick as we move. I moan at the sensation before Rowan grabs my cheeks and drags my lips to his in a consuming kiss. He swallows my sounds, nipping at my bottom lip before his pierced tongue slides over mine in a long stroke.
The main door to the sauna opens, and low voices filter in. I gasp, pulling away as I peer over at the curtain, which we never moved. Our glass door is in clear view of whoever is walking the corridor.
Rowan covers my mouth with a hand before turning me back to him with a taunting head tilt. “Can you keep quiet for me, Sunshine?”
