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He didn’t think I was talking about leaving. He thought I was telling him we needed to speed things up, which was why I’d added the clarification.
He laughed again, eyeing my entire body as he pulled the blanket completely off me. “I’m going to get in the shower. Join me.” When I went to reply, he interrupted and said, “Then, I’ll take you to your car.”
That laugh. I hated that I liked it so much.
That it was the sexiest sound.
That the only thing I could think about as it rang through my ears was how it would feel if those same lips were pressed against my pussy, vibrating as he chuckled.
What have I gotten myself into?
The last thing we’d be doing in that shower was washing ourselves in a way that we’d smell like soap when we got out.
Instead, I’d smell like Macon.
A scent I’d really grown to desire.
Just this once, and then I’m done.
Done, done,dooone.
“Okay.” I nodded.
He kissed my neck—a spot he’d gone to before that was right at the bottom before my shoulder dipped. “I’ll get the water warm.”
He walked into the bathroom.
Naked.
A body that had muscles for days, their outlines so defined that it was like they were highlighted in neon yellow. Why did my brain instantly remind me of how those muscles had felt when my hands were squeezing them and how they had easily lifted me and dominated me for hours last night?
My stare dropped to his shoulders, a section that was so chiseled.
His back had edges that were as hard as his erection.
His ass …my God. That man had one hell of a butt. I’d held it while he pumped me. I’d even clutched it. And the more I’d gripped it, the harder he had fucked me.
Without saying a word, he’d known that was what I wanted.
What I needed.
A knowledge of my body that no other man had ever had.
And it seemed that his only goal was to get me to scream.
Which I did.
Endlessly.
And that scream and that orgasm were the only things that had satisfied him.
Macon Spade was a dream.
But that was just it. None of this was reality. Not this suite, this man, this whole scenario.
It was short-lived and the two of us were an ocean apart.
It was a billionaire to a woman who made a little above minimum wage.
