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“Me too, on both counts. Are you ready to go, or would you like to stay in here for a little while?”
“I’m ready to go,” she replied, leaning into him. “Very ready.”
Wrapping his fingers around hers, he led her from the room and started down the path. It was a short walk, and entering the luxurious suite, he pulled off his jacket and dropped it on a chair.
“Zach, will you shower with me?” she murmured, circling her arms around his neck. “Please say yes?”
“Yes,” he replied with a grin. “You go ahead. I’ll join you in a minute, but don’t start anything without me.”
“I won’t,” she promised, then slipping from his hold, she disappeared into the bedroom.
Lifting his cellphone from his jacket pocket, he discovered a voicemail from Jerry. Resisting the urge to call him back, Zach turned it off and set it on the side table.
Turning his attention back to Emma, he placed the strap under a cushion at the end of the sofa, started the fire, then moved quickly into the bedroom and slipped his condoms in the nightstand drawer. Stripping off and walking quickly into the bathroom, he found she’d turned off all the lights except a red, overhead heat lamp. But he could still see her naked form through the steam-covered glass. Moving across to the shower stall, he opened the door and stepped inside.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
EMMA HAD BEEN STANDINGunder the streaming water, but growing impatient, she leaned against the wall and thought back to the strap hitting her backside. She was about to close her eyes and slip her hand between her legs when she heard him step into the stall.
“What took you so long?” she purred, stepping up to him and pressing her body agains his. “I thought you’d never get here.”
“Just a couple of things I needed to do,” he said softly, gripping her arms and pushing her back. “Let me look at you. Wow, you are gorgeous,” he breathed, smoothing his hands over her breasts, then lowered his lips to her nipples and hungrily drew them in.Closing her eyes, she softly moaned, but the pleasure was fleeing. Abruptly raising his head, he turned her to face the wall.
“Hands against the marble,” he said firmly, taking hold of her wrists and moving them into position.
As his fingertips began trailing down her back, the butterflies in her stomach burst to life. She was sure he was about to spank her.
“Such a beautiful pink,” he mumbled, roaming his palm across her backside, then slipping his fingers into her pussy, he murmured, “That taste of my strap made you very needy, didn’t it, Emma? You’re so wet, and not from the shower. Spread your legs.”
As she shimmied her feet apart, he began agitating her clit, and she dropped her head into the crook of her elbow, panting and mewling for more.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he crooned, kissing her neck.
“So good, I never want it to end.”
“I’m just getting started,” he said softly, then turning off the faucets, he opened the stall door to grab a towel.
