My surrender is sweet.
“I want that more than anything,” he whispers.
“Then I'm yours,” I reply. “Not just tonight. And not just because of your kisses.”
He stands at the end of the bed, one knee denting the mattress.
“I felt that when you held me in the pool tonight. After you saw my scars.”
His underwear falls to the carpet.
“That's why you're about to get far more than kisses.”
the ninth chapter
AMOS
Water from the shower head flows down my back, one arm flat on the fogged glass.
Being inside Marco is a new kind of ecstasy, one that surpasses every naughty thought I’ve entertained since we met. I thrust into him, the wet slap of our bodies heightening my arousal. He leans back against the wall, one foot raised next to the door.
No more restraint.
“I need that cock,” he begs. “I've been aching for it all week.”
I let him have it.
“That's a lie,” he moans. “I’ve wanted you since the launch setup.”
“When you were being all stiff andtight?”
I emphasise that final word with my hips.
“I've been wanting you inside me since you undid that cuff.”
“So naughty,” I tease. “Lusting after an innocent client.”
“Innocent?”
He mouths the word silently, a devilish grin on his face.
Holding him close, I ease the rhythm.
Deep and primal, riding the wave together.
His eyes are closed.
“God, yes. Fuck me slow like that.”
The hunger in his voice will echo sweetly in my mind for days to come.
His naked body in the steam.
The way our hips writhe as I ravage him.
Pulling out before we reach the edge, I run a feather light thumb along the rim.
“Ohhh…”
