She was jealous.
Jealousofthe women I’m hiring to work for me. They aren’t even women I’d spend the night with, and yet she still let her jealousy get the best of her. It was the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
She sees right through me. She breaks down every barrier I’ve ever put around me, intentionally or not. She tears down my defenses and bares me to her in ways I never knew possible.
I need to touch her, to feel her, to taste her.
I kiss her cheeks, her jaw, her neck, while she melts into my arms and moans. I kiss her throat, her collarbone, her shoulders. I kiss her until her head falls back and she’s putty in my hands. I lean her back and hold her, then kiss the hardened buds of her nipples under her top, her soft skin, her soft, flat belly, and the curve of each hip. I press my mouth to the tops of her thighs, one at a time, until she’s nearly panting, then I kiss her some more.
“Stand,” I say in a husky voice as I lift her off my lap and stand her in front of me. “Get these off.” I tug at her clothing as she does, though she moves more slowly than I do.
“Thayer,” she says in a choked voice. “What if someone sees us?”
“I locked the door,” I say, as I tug off her sweater.
“But other people have a way to open doors,” she protests.
I stand her in front of me and meet her eyes. “Am I in charge here or not?”
She swallows and nods, her eyes a bit wider. “Yes.”
I hold her chin firmly. “Do you trust me or not?”
A nod. “I do.”
“Then take your clothes off before I punish you. And thatwon’tbe private. I’ll take you to the room of mirrors and punish you as an example of what happens to bad little girls who don’t do as they’re told.”
“You wouldn’t,” she says in a breathy whisper.
“I absolutely would.” I groan. “Fucking hard just thinking about it.”
Her clothes fall to the floor in rapid succession, one after the other. When she’s standing in front of me naked, I reach for her and take a moment to run my hands over the curves of her shoulders, the swell of her hips. I commit every perfect, seductive inch of her skin to memory before I give her another command.
“Do you serve me, love?”
I can tell by the flush of her cheeks this excites her. “Yes, sir.”
“Then undress me.”
With gentle hands, she removes my clothes slowly and purposefully. Mine join hers. It’s warm in here, spacious, and comfortable. I want to make love to her.
What she doesn’t know yet is the structure of Le Luxe.While this room for community use is professionally cleaned and disinfected multiple times a day, it’s the epicenter of multiple themed rooms, each with a different purpose.
I kiss each palm of her hands before I place them on my back. I rise with her wrapped around me, the warmth of her body and soft feel of her skin the most sensual thing in the world. I know where I’m taking her.
We kiss while we walk, gently and intently. I cup her ass in my hands and hers wrap around my neck. When we arrive at the door, I press my thumb to a small panel. It slides open.
When we walk into the room, I feel her stiffen.
“Thayer,” she whispers.
“No one can see you, I promise.”
“It doesn’t feel that way…”
“It’s not supposed to.”
The Garden Room is made entirely of frosted one-way glass. Below my feet, we’re suspended over flowers and greenery, a garden tapestry. Looking out behind her, we can see the blue of the sky and a hint of the mountains of Adjaccio.
