"I just wanted to have a little girls' chat," she said.
"Yeah? Well, so do I," I said, rolling up my sleeves.
"Darling, don't. We're not fighting over men," Anke said, rolling her eyes. "Besides I know you have your claws in him."
"I do not 'have my claws in him,'" I said, making air quotes.
"Please." Anke snorted. "You convinced him to let you move into his house. You smelled like sex when I walked in."
I resisted the urge to sniff myself. What did that even mean, smell like sex?
Anke smirked. "Don't tell me you're not thinking at least a little bit that he's going to ride up on his Bugatti and save you."
"No," I said, irritable. "I am not. One, Mace doesn't like motorcycles. He says they're unsafe. Two, I would never use someone like that."
"Josie, darling, trust your friend Anke. I'm not after your Mace. I promise on the grave of my mother," Anke said, holding up a hand. "I'm here to help you. Besides, there are plenty of Svenssons in the sea. You've got yours, and I have mine."
I relaxed slightly. Mace's brothers were smart—a lot smarter than me or any of Anke's other marks. They wouldn't let themselves get swept up in her lies. Hunter, Garrett, or even Archer would chew her up and spit her out. And I couldn't wait to see it happen.
"You just go right ahead," I said sweetly. "I wish you the best of luck." Maybe going after one of Mace's brothers would keep her distracted. I was going to give Anke just enough candy floss to hang herself.
My mood buoyed, I hurried back downstairs. Anke or no, I had a marketing project to finish. I felt even better when a text came in from Mace.
Mace:Great news. Payslee isn't taking Henry. He's technically our foster kid now
Josie:We should celebrate
Mace:With lollipops
Josie:Blow pops
I felt giddy and a little horny thinking about our celebration that evening. I tried to focus on meeting my daily goals. The website design was looking great, but we needed to work on the wording. We'd also had a draft returned from the videographer. I made detailed notes and sent if off. It was after dinner when I was finally done.
The lights were low in the house when I walked in. I assumed the kids had all gone to bed.
I didn't see Mace. I really wanted to surprise him. I walked into the guest bathroom and turned on the water. The place was stocked with all sorts of delicious-smelling oils. There was a mirror tray displaying several crystal jars of perfumes and creams. I knew from my snooping that it also had an impressive array of bath bombs.
I threw one in the tub and watched as the whorls of pink and blush spiraled in the steaming water.
I slipped in after setting my phone up on a towel. If Mace thought the lollipop picture was intense, this was going to make a banana split in his pants. I leaned forward in the water, my ass up in the air to better display the wet flesh between my legs. I was already hot and wet for him. Just thinking about him fucking me from the angle I posed at made my nipples hard despite the heat of the water.
I captioned the photo with,I'm ready for my main course, and sent it off. I lay back in the water, and not even a minute later, the door opened, and Mace stood there, shirt half undone.
"Did you run all the way over here?" I purred.
"I didn't know you were back," he said, slowly removing the rest of his clothes.
"Really?" I asked, rolling over to strike the same pose, hoping he would get the hint and stick his cock in my candy jar. "Is there someone else who sends you pictures like that?" I cooed.
"Hardly." His voice was low, and it echoed around the marble-clad bathroom. Almost as if he couldn't help himself, Mace crossed to me in two strides, grabbed my hips, and pressed his mouth against the flesh as dark pink as the water.
"You taste like cotton candy," he said against me. I moaned, wiggling slightly against him.
"I wish you had just fucked me in your office," I breathed.
"I will next time," he said as he licked me.
"I wanted you to fuck me," I moaned.
