He smiles, but it’s laced with something deeper. Hunger. “Do you want me to prove this is real? A bite in that perfect ass? A pinch on the clit?”
“Rude,” I joke. “Don’t wake me up. Dream along with me.”
“Well, I have a better idea. You showed me what you see. Now it’s my turn.” He changes places with me, and now I’m the one facing the mirror.
I panic. “Hey, no. What do you think you’re doing?”
“You wanted me to see myself through your eyes, right?”
Words flee me. “I… I…”
“Face the mirror, Mia. You only get to come when you see what I see.”
Preston’s lips fall to my neck, his hand sliding the robe off my shoulders, and my eyes roll back by default.
“I see you. The way you take care of everyone, but freeze when it’s your turn to be cared for.” His hands undo the knot keeping the robe closed at my waist. “Maybe you’re not used to it. Maybe you’ve never been spoiled. But baby, get ready to get sick of it.”
One of my legs quits on me. It literally buckles and I hang tight to his robe sleeves, currently around my waist, to keep standing.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you? Oh Mia, I’m going to indulge your every whim. Put you up on the pedestal you belong on. And I’ll start by worshiping this body every chance you give me.” With the knot gone, his hands glide up my toweled arms before he slips the whole thing off.
I’m so sensitive and hyper alert; even the thud of it falling to the floor arouses me.
“You’re stunning, Mia. Open your eyes, baby.”
Reluctantly, I do. And he’s there, anchoring me.
“Fucking devastating.” He kisses my neck slowly. “And you’re mine,” he growls, like it’s nothing. Am I supposed to hear that and remain vertical? My knees did not consent to that. Oh God. Breathing suddenly feels ambitious.
I’m still dealing with the aftershocks of his words when the hard press of his cock on my back keeps me from overthinking or giving it real meaning.It’s just something he said in the heat of the moment,I tell myself. More of his dirty talk.
“Look at the mirror.” He softens the order by peppering my shoulder with kisses. They start tender, but soon they linger and become wetter. His hands find mine, and he threads our fingers together.
“I don’t blink while I fuck you, have younoticed?”
I shake my head in a silent no. His hand covers mine, guiding it as we hold my breast high together, his thumb stroking the soft underside. My head falls back against his shoulder, helpless against the dizzying pull of his voice, our touch, and the mirror making me watch every second of it. My eyelids drift low but never shut. I’m too enraptured by the filthy tenderness of it.
“It’s because I don’t want to miss a thing, Mia. I love seeing how your body moves for me. With mine. The way you melt, then coil. The way your thighs part for me and then clamp back around me when it feels too good. The way your breasts look in my hands. How fucking good they feel.”
My chin drops when he squeezes them a tad tighter, and I catch him in the mirror, licking his bottom lip.
I moan his name.
“Wait, baby. I'm not done. If I blink, I might miss the way your stomach tightens when I touch you… just right.” His hand guides mine all the way down to my clit, his finger drawing a lazy circle around it, making my lower belly go taut.
Our hands move around behind me, and he parts my cheeks, positioning his hard length between them. “Fuck, I love the way your ass turns my favorite shade of scarlet if I spank it enough. And when I finally get to thrust hard in that pussy?” He drags his mouth over my shoulder and up to my ear. “I want to watch every beautiful inch of you ripple for me.I want to see the way all this softness responds to me.”
His words are altering my brain chemistry in real time.The combination of the hypnotizing mirror and the reckless trust I put in him is changing something in me.
“Preston…” I barely get his name out. “You can’t say things like that and expect me to survive.”
He turns me around and pulls me closer. “I have higher expectations than that. I need you to believe it and stop hiding.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
mia
Robes forgotten,we cuddle naked in bed, and I tap my phone until the alarm reads “School pickup.” I’m not letting this turn me careless. I'm still the nanny, even with Preston's hand warm on my stomach.
