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I strip my clothes off, pull my hair into a messy knot, and walk into the bathroom, enjoying the way his eyes feast on my body. No one has ever made me feel as confident and sexy as he has, and I allow myself to believe I’m the person he thinks I am.
Climbing into the tub, I lower into the water, inhaling the floral oils floating on the surface. Rigger bends down and kisses my head. “I’ll be in the bedroom when you’re done.”
“You’re leaving me?”
He laughs. “I’ll be right over there.”
Seconds after he disappears, music plays through the hidden speakers around the suite. I don’t recognize the dark and sultry song, but I like it. It’s sexy and has me swaying in the water.
I look up to see my reflection staring back at me and remember that I can’t see him, but he can see me. Maybe that was the point of this whole thing. Maybe he’s getting off on watching me in this private moment. If that’s the case, I’m going to make it count.
Sitting taller, I pour a handful of liquid soap into my palm and work up a lather before slowly running my hands up and down my arms. Realizing he can’t see below the lip of the tub, I push up and sit on the edge so I can work the suds lower, across my chest and down to my breasts. I take my time, massaging myself, enjoying the zing of pleasure each time I pass over my sensitive nipples.
Moving even lower still, I soap up my stomach and then spread my legs. I don’t know what kind of soap this is, so I rinse off one hand before running it over my heated core. I’ve tried to get myself off, but my mind gets in the way. It eventually turns more frustrating than anything, and I give up.
This time, though, it just might work because I can practically feel his eyes on me as one hand kneads my breasts and the other rubs small circles across my clit. The first waves of pleasure spread through me, and my hand moves faster as I chase the ecstasy.
I’m interrupted when Rigger, dressed only in his tight black boxer briefs, storms in with a look of determination. “That’s enough of that.”
“Wha—” My words are cut off when he bends down and throws a shoulder into my middle before lifting me up. I squeal as he carries me—ass in the air and dripping water—to the bed and tosses me down.
“Remember when I said you’re mine?” he growls.
“I am,” I say through giggles.
“That meant this pussy too, and I don’t remember saying you could make yourself come.”
I give him a devilish grin. “I got bored.”
“Maybe I should keep you entertained, then.” He pushes the last of his clothing to the ground, revealing his hard cock as he climbs on top of me and dips down to kiss me full on the mouth.
I try to push away my fears and stay locked in the moment. It’s not easy, but it helps to get lost in the rough way he kisses me, full of sucking and teeth. The slight bites of pain are quick reminders of where I’m at and who I’m with.
His lips move down my neck, switching between love bites and gentle kisses. I cling to him, one hand on his muscular shoulder and the other scratching his scalp the way I know he likes.
“Oh god,” I moan as he makes his way to my breasts, following the same recipe of sharp tugs with his teeth on my nipple and then soothing sucks. My thighs tighten around his hips as my pussy clenches, aching for more.
His hands grip my outer thighs, pushing me farther onto the bed before pinning my legs open and sitting on his knees. “Look up.”
My gaze shifts to the ceiling, where I get a bird’s eye view of our position. Rigger’s attention is locked between my spread legs, all of his ripped muscles on display. I’m flat on my back, my pale skin marked red along my neck and chest, my nipples puffy and swollen.
I can’t pull my gaze from the mirror as he lowers his head between my legs and works fucking magic with his tongue. My hands fist the bedding, and my toes curl, but still, my eyes remain wide open until I can’t take it any longer.
Rigger pumps two fingers inside me while his tongue dances circles around my clit. I come so hard that I know despite the soundproofing in each room, whoever’s next door can hear my cries of pleasure.
“Yes. Oh my god. That’s it.” I grind shamelessly into his face, hanging onto the feeling for as long as possible before going limp.
“My girl comes so good for me,” Rigger says after wiping his face on my inner thigh. “And now you’re going to do it again.”
I inhale deeply as I try to catch my breath. “I don’t know if I can.”
“You will,” he affirms. Reaching into the nightstand, he produces a condom. “Just so you know, I had Monroe test me, and everything came back clear.”
“After what happened, I’ve been tested a couple times, and my results were clear too.”
“But I’m still going to use a condom. That okay?”
Without him spelling it out, I know what he’s doing. I told him about the disgusting feeling of Ray coming inside me, so Rigger’s saving me from a trigger. My eyes sting and my nose twitches, but I stop myself from going there, not right now.
