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Fuckingtease.
I know she wants me to just bend her over and take her, but instead of asking, she’s attempting to drive me to it.
And it might work if I let her continue. Instead, I start the strong jets of the shower and step away to rinse.
She pouts, making me laugh. “You know, if you want to get fucked, you could simply try asking.”
Sarah immediately straightens her spine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Of course not. I roll my eyes to high heaven before getting out of the shower. “Come on, your highness. Let’s get warm.”
58
MARIUS
“I’m going to die,” she grumbles, moans, and sighs simultaneously.
I roll my eyes. “You could always get out.”
She shakes her head. “I’m going to diehappy,” she rewords.
We’ve only been in the sauna for about ten minutes, and at 160, it’s not the hottest one, but she’s unused to it.
“Let’s take a break,” I offer.
She mumbles a protest. “But I don’t want to get up.”
Rather than arguing, I get to my feet, and slide my arms around her back and knees.
“Wait!”
I don’t; I lift her up and walk out of there.
“I can walk,” she grumbles.
I’m sure she can, but I quite like carrying her.
I usually do fifteen-minute sessions with breaks in the ice box or under a cold shower, but the extreme change of temperature is likely not the best idea for a newbie like her. Instead, I take us to a bubble bath in the atrium.
It’s gotten a little more crowded.
The spa is one of the only areas without true age restrictions, which means that here we run the risk of walking into situations like Jacob and his lovely wife earlier. The newcomers aren’t nearly as old as the senior Dawson, but they make me considerably less comfortable.
Mael Beaufort and Arlo Keller, two of my best friends’ fathers, are in the next bubble bath. Both ignore me, engaged in an animated conversation, no doubt about their many common business ventures. Their presence is bothersome, because the usual last member of this trio is my own father—and more often than not, my mother’s also around.
If they’re coming, we’ll have to either hide in a sauna or run out of here. I haven’t even had a chance to talk to Sarah about the fact that my father is currently arranging our engagement party.
My plan was to feed her, make sure she drank enough to be relaxed—not enough to lose it—and chill her out some more in the spa, then throw that bomb on her, with a side dish of orgasm. But the two men’s presence warns me my time is running out.
“Oh, woah,” Sarah says, following my gaze.
I roll my eyes. Predictably, she’s impressed. The entire world fawns over them.
“Isn’t that the hot Italian model who bought the label he was modeling for?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“And the other guy…he was also a hotshot model for the same company, right?”
