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“I think I need a drink.”
My eyebrow lifted, and my dick continued to deflate. “I thought you didn’t drink all that much.”
“I don’t. At least I haven’t for the last couple of years. Something about turning forty and all that, but I could really use a drink right now.”
I kissed her cheek and pulled away. “Why don’t you go upstairs, draw yourself a bath, and I will hand deliver you a drink.”
Her teeth slid over that plump bottom lip. “Okay.”
I kissed her gently and smacked her ass as she turned toward the elevator.
She spun toward me, pointing a finger at my chest before letting her hand fall to her side. Her finger curled into the hem of her dress, and she met my gaze. “I’ll be waiting.”
Deflation was no longer an issue. Now I needed to find a bottle of wine and fast.
The hot water and lavender bubbles eased the tight muscles in my body. Memories of Laurent’s mouth on me, his hands, his magical fingers working me to my peak and pushing me over, wracked my mind. Reminders tingled across my skin and to my core.
My legs ached for his touch again, and I shifted in the water, wiggling my ass and trying to suppress the growing desire. Laurent wasn’t here. Yet. And while my hands were more than capable, they were nothing compared to the mastery that was Laurent Grasso.
I tried to imagine what would have happened if Parker hadn’t been in the lobby. If Laurent and I even would have made it to the room or if we would have made good use of the elevator. Just as well. There was probably a camera in the elevator. Oh god, I hope there wasn’t one on the building where he had turned me to a puddle of carnal satisfaction.
Closing my eyes, I slipped farther into the water. The ripple across my skin made me hyper aware of my own body. The ache between my legs grew again, and this time I didn’t try to suppress it. My fingers slid across my stomach, my nails skating up my torso, and circled my nipples. I felt the skin tighten and pucker at my touch.
I bit my lip, my head falling back as I let the sensations take control. Pinching my nipple between my thumb and my pointer, I rolled the tight bead. A wave of desire coursed through me, sparking a heat that simmered beneath the surface.
“What’s going on in here?” Laurent’s rich voice stoked the flames that were already out of control.
“Thinking about you.” I arched my body, letting my nipples poke through the surface.
“Fucking hell, Phoebs.”
“What took you so long?”
“You wanted a drink, and I wasn’t going to let you drink shit wine, so I had to bribe the bartender with way more than this bottle is worth.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
He knelt beside the tub. His fingers brushed away the strands of blonde that stuck to the edges of my face. “For you, I would do anything.”
“Do you want to kidnap my stepmom and lock her up in a nice mountain house until the wedding is over, so I don’t have to see her again?”
A sexy smirk curved at the edge of his mouth. “Almost anything.” He stood, and I whimpered, already missing his closeness, missing his familiar smell, and comforting presence. “You go back to doing exactly what you were doing, and I’m going to pour us two glasses.”
“Or you can put the wine down and take over,” I suggested.
“No, I quite enjoyed what I walked in on. I’d like to watch a little longer.”
If Laurent wanted a show, then I wasn’t going to disappoint. He’d given me one hell of an orgasm. It was the least I could do. I closed my eyes, letting the memories of that orgasm course through my body.
A moan fell from my lips. I arched again, lifting out of the water, letting the bubbles drip down my breasts before taking the hard buds of my nipples in between my fingers and rolling them.
Vines of sensation spread through my chest, twisting down to my core. Laurent hissed, and it was all the encouragement I needed. My fingers circled my breasts, then one dragged along my stomach, dipping beneath the water.
I found my center and slipped a digit into the slick heat. I cried out, squeezing my breast and arching into my touch. Pleasure sparked, slowly spreading through me as I imagined Laurent’s hands exploring my body, remembered how he touched my most sensitive places and kissed my heated skin.
A dark shadow cast over me, and large hands wrapped around me, lifting me out of the water. “Laurent!” I exclaimed as he stalked toward the bed. “What are you doing?” A laugh burst from my throat, but then his eyes filled with unreleased desire narrowed, and all humor was gone. Heat coiled in my core, and I held his gaze as he lowered my soaking body to the bed.
He stood, eyes never leaving me, and stripped out of his shirt. His chest was all hard lines I wanted to touch and taste. I reached out to him, but he shook his head.
