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The main suite is large, with an oversized king bed as the centerpiece. Matching mahogany furniture gives the room a dark masculine quality that I love. The blackout blinds are open to slits that allow in just enough moonlight to set the mood.
“The bathroom is this way. Use whatever you need.”
Maven turns to me, her hazel eyes wide with surprise. “You’re not joining me?”
“No, babe. Take your time.” I press a slow, fiery kiss to her lips to let her know what’s coming, to make her quiver with anticipation, and then I pull back. “Towels are in the closet on the other side of the shower.”
She’s perfect, the night is perfect, and tonight I’m going to show Maven how much she means to me.
On my terms.
I take a quick shower in the guest bathroom before making a trip to the kitchen for a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. No lime or salt required this time.
With everything in place, I sit on the bed and wait for Maven to finish up in the bathroom. When the shower spray goes silent, I light the bowl candle on the dresser, illuminating the room with nothing but firelight.
The scene is set, my cock is hard, and I am ready to show Maven that I am the man to take care of her in all ways.
The bathroom door opens, and she steps out in nothing but a smile. I let out a low, appreciative whistle that sends a wave of pink across her pale flesh. Her lips pull into a smile, but Maven being Maven, rolls her eyes at the compliment. “No need for all that, Wilder.”
I frown. “No need to appreciate the sight of a beautiful woman standing before me naked? I think there’s a big fucking need for that, Mave.”
She takes note of the dim lighting and the bottle of Patron on the nightstand.
“Going all out tonight?” Her words are full of shock and delight, which is what I was going for.
I shrug. “I want you to be as comfortable, as open as possible to all the ways I’m going to rock your world.” I plan to do a hell of a lot more than that, but it’s best Maven finds that out for herself. I pour two glasses and hand her one, forcing her to come closer to take it.
Maven licks her lips and takes the glass, her gaze never leaving mine. “What are we drinking to?”
I raise my glass. “To unexpected delights.”
Maven lifts her glass in return. “To having your world rocked. Multiple times.”
I laugh, and we both take the shots quickly, slamming the glass back with satisfied sighs and longing looks.
“Ready,” she says, putting the glass back on the nightstand and mustering all the courage she thinks she’ll need. “Where do you want me?”
“Everywhere,” I tell her honestly.
She lays down on the bed, and I slide in next to her.
“Wilder,” she murmurs dreamily as I drag my hands through her hair, kissing her. I kiss her mouth, her neck, her breasts.
I pause and look at her. “Are you afraid?”
The tiniest smile curves her lips into a half-moon, and Maven shakes her head. She’s so beautiful. “Not of you.”
“Good to know.”
One thing I love about older women is they’re not shy. They know what they want and are not afraid to take it.
I stare down at her and lick my lips. Her nipples peak into hard points, her breathing slows down, and she’s looking at me like I hung the moon.
“I’ll take care of that ache,” I growl and grab my cock one last time before turning my full focus to this woman and her body. Her pleasure.
Maven sucks in a deep breath, her hazel eyes full of determination. “I’m ready. I trust you.”
Those three words, more powerful than theotherthree words, shock me. They thrill me, and all I want to do is make her moan. Make her cry and buck and shout my name.
