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She’s so fucking beautiful. I can’t deny it.
She has creamy skin like I’ve never seen, skin I’d love to bite and suck all over, marking her.
Shutting that pretty little mouth up for good until I’ve had my way with her…
I shift uncomfortably in my seat.
“Shall I pour the wine, Sir?” Maurice goes on.
“Thank you, Maurice.” I nod my head as she steps forward, albeit a little … reserved?
I wonder what that’s all about.
Then she walks forward with her head held high and greets me, so maybe I was a little too presumptuous.
Point one, Katiya.
I half stand as she comes over to the end of the table, partly because I’m a gentleman and don’t want to be rude, and partly because I have a huge erection and I don’t want her to see if I stand completely upright.
“Nice of you to join me,” I quip. “Even if you’re late.”
“I didn’t realize the time,” she admits loftily. “I fell asleep for a few hours after I finished that pot of tea.”
I study her face for a moment. For once, she’s not being smart and sassy. She’s telling the truth. How refreshing for my ears to be spared from being bashed tonight. I’m not sure I could take it.
I sit back down and wait for Maurice to pour Katiya’s glass before he leaves us to go get the entree.
“I trust you slept well?”
“That bed is the most comfortable thing I’ve ever slept on,” she says, surprising me.
“I’m sure it’s a damned sight better than at Fortress.”
She nods. Hmm… is she actually agreeing? I’m automatically suspicious. She hasn’t agreed with me since I met her … granted that was only one day ago, but it feels much longer.
“I like the view from the tub.”
Fuck.
And I like the view from the doorway when you flashed me.
I don’t need to think about her bathing, seeing her robe fly open, or anything to do with being naked.
I grunt a reply. “First time it’s been used.”
She seems surprised. Perhaps she thinks I run this place like a hotel, I’m not sure.
“Are you a soak in the tub kinda guy?” she asks, taking a sip of wine to her lips and making an appreciative sound as she swallows.
I try to keep my eyes off her lips. “I wish I had the time.” I run a hand through my hair.
Our eyes meet as she sets her glass back on the table.
“You’re not shy of a woman in her bathrobe, are you Marco?” she says playfully.
Her words go straight to my dick.
“Me, shy? I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
