“I don’t want to talk about him,” I said sharply, reaching for the hand, gripping the gaudy engagement ring. I twisted it off and shoved it in my pocket. “I’m going to get you a better one.”
“Okay.”
I was slightly surprised by how fast she agreed. This wasn’t the girl I met at the opera house. The feisty girl ready to defend her choices strongly and with bite. The one suspicious of my actions, yet desperate for touch. The one who ran from my advances because of her faithfulness to another.
But it wasn’t Max that she’d claimed to be faithful to.
It’d been me.
The memory of those stolen kisses made me crave to feel her lips again. The one single kiss on the dock was... I couldn’t even recall how it made me feel. I was staring at the most beautiful woman in the world, with a wet dress clinging to her every curve. My mouth watered with heady desire.
My hand cupped her face, tilting it up. Without resistance, she closed her eyes and waited. Slowly, I lowered my lips to hers, needing to memorize every inch of her face. Herlips parted, mine mirrored, our tongues meeting in a slow yet urgent dance. I pressed deeper into her, and she sighed.
I explored her body, trailing my hand down her back and to her ass. I squeezed it, and my cock grew hard. Flashes of our one and only time together in that way hit me with such force I groaned. I needed that again. I needed to taste her, to feel her, to be inside her. Daisy was the only woman I’d ever made love to, and I needed that connection again. The knowledge that one day it would happen again was the only thing that kept me going in prison. I was so close now, my cock was dripping precum at the thought.
I pulled my mouth from hers reluctantly and nodded to the bath, still filling.
“Would you like to take the inaugural bath?”
“You’ve never used it?” Her eyebrows rose. I shook my head.
“I wanted to wait for you to see it. What do you think?”
“It’s like you pulled it directly from my dreams,” she exclaimed.
“I designed it,” I boasted. “I drew the original sketch from our conversations and didn’t let up until it was exactly how I thought it should be.”
She wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me down to her height, kissing me deeply. “I can’t believe this. It’s perfect. Do you have bubble bath?”
I went to grab it, along with towels, and poured a whole bottle of vanilla soap into the bath. The water bubbled soon. I splashed the water, making sure it was hot, but not scalding. Satisfied it was ready for her, I stood.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it...” I looked from the bath back to her and then raised an eyebrow, not wanting to presume, but my cock would never forgive me if I didn’t ask. Daisy gave me the biggest eye roll that she paired with the sexiestsmirk I’d ever seen on a woman. She reached for my suit and tugged me to her.
“Never leave me.” She ran her hands from my belt up my chest, curling her fingers around the collar. She reached for the top of my dress shirt and plucked the button open. I watched her, breathless, as slowly, she unbuttoned my shirt and tugged it from my pants. I slid off my jacket and she reached for my belt. My cock was straining in my pants, pleading for her to go faster, but savored her slow, careful movements, knowing it would be worth it soon enough. I raised my hands and ran them over her breasts. Her nipples pebbled under the fabric. She wasn’t wearing a bra. My mouth watered again, wanting to rip the dress off and take one of her perfect breasts into my mouth.
“Gatsby,” she sighed as I had to remove my hands to pull my undershirt off. She undid my belt and dropped to her knees as she slid down my pants and boxers. It was a struggle with our clothes still being damp, but once I was completely bare, I put my hands behind my head and waited for her to touch me. God, I’d waited so long...
But she didn’t. I stood there with my cock out, dripping with need, and nothing. I glanced down and my good mood melted.
The look on her face was... concerning.
She fell back, catching herself on her hands. Her face had paled, and she was scanning me up and down.
“What?” I asked, my arms dropping. I looked down at my toned body and hard cock, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable and self-conscious. I’d worked hard in prison not only to tone my muscles but to maintain the body I wanted her to admire. I’d worked out daily, never overate, although that was never really a worry. And I was mindful of what I inked on my body, only tattooing myself once I felt confidentin my skill. Everything I’d done to my body was done with her in mind. Even the?—
“It’s... pierced.”
My mouth parted open, and my gut twisted.
Oh. That.
She looked absolutely horrified, and her eyes were glued to my cock. But... I’d done it for her. It wasn’t easy, either. Death row inmates had very little time with others. I’d worked for a very long time to gain the trust of not only the guards, but the other inmates. No one wanted to be around the man who supposedly ate people. I had to work hard to get them to not fear me, and only then was I able to trade things with them.
I traded six hours of tattooing for this barbell through my cock.
“Do you not like it?” I could feel my dick deflating in embarrassment. I should have waited, seen if it was something she was into. Hell, I didn’t know what she was into. She had five years to figure out what turned her on and made her feel good. What if she was more reserved and preferred vanilla sex? Not that I wouldn’t be into that too, but I was realizing now just how rude it was to assume.
She was my beautiful little flirt. Maybe that’s all it ever was, a flirt and little else. I bet sex with a man like Max Stanton was nothing but boring, vanilla sex. She probably couldn’t even get off.
