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“The surname.” I smile, rolling my eyes. It sounds better than good. “That a bath running?” he asks, desire in his voice.
“Uh huh.” I place my phone by the sink next to the ice bucket currently holding my bottle of water. Petty. “It’s huge. Has mirrors all around it.”
“Are you naked?” he breathes harshly.
I lift my t-shirt over my head, unclasp my bra, then drop it to the floor. “I am now.” I look in the giant mirror as I step into the still running bath, the warmth making me moan. I purposely make my noises sound more seductive.
“Jesus, babe. Don’t do that down the phone. You’re killing me.”
I peer at the time on the screen. “Nine minutes. Better start running, VP.” The groan I hear when I call him that tells me he’s turned on. “Or I might have to start without you.”
“Mads,” he strains. His breaths are quick, his voice filled with need. Want. Desire.
“I don’t think I can wait,” I tease. I slide down into the bubbles, the hot water biting at my bum.
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
I look down. My nipples could cut glass. My skin is riddled with prickles. “My nipples are so hard.” I cup both breasts, tweaking my nipples between my fingers, my touch sending ripples down my spine, pleasure blooming. “I’m touching them.”
He swallows. I wait. “Keep going,” he says, jolting me to carry on.
I hum. “I’m squeezing them how I like it.” I pinch, rolling the buds between my fingers until tingles starts to dance in my core. I close my eyes, knowing from his silence he wants me to keep going. “That feels so good,” I moan. Still there is silence. “VP?” He gives me a low growl. “Seven minutes.”
“Don’t. Fucking. Stop.”
I blush. “I need you inside me, VP.” Trailing a hand to between my legs, I gasp, slowly and gently slipping two fingers into my pussy. “I’m so wet. Please, hurry.” My other hand cups my breast as I begin circling my clit, my legs parting wider.
My attempt to make this a joke has failed. There’s no way I can stop myself now. I roll my nipple between my finger and thumb, pinching it hard as my back begins to arch.
“Talk to me, Mads.”
I only moan louder as my fingers plunge inside once again. Then I pump, not managing to get as deep as I need.
“Mads!” Dean shouts, the hotel room door bursting open with a bang.
I jump with a fright, my heart racing. The orgasm I was in hot pursuit of races away.
The door slams. Dean appears in the bathroom doorway. He’s breathing heavy, but not out of breath. His hands grip the sides of the door frame, propping himself up.
“Dean! You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!”
“I couldn’t wait in the hall any longer.”
I look at him startled. “Outside? You’ve been outside the doorthis whole time?” He smiles like some sort of handsomepervert. “Well?” I pull myself to sit up, but he quickly makes his way to the side of the ridiculously large tub.
“No, no, no,” he breathes. “You need to finish what you started.”
“Dean?”
His thumb is on my lips as he bends his body over the side of the bath. “Shh, babe. I want to see you lose control.”
Fuck. The way he talks to me has me fighting for air. My need to let him feel all the things that went wrong with this day can be paused for the moment. I need this. And so does he.
He trails his hand from my mouth to my breast. It sits just out of the water, my nipple still hard from the temperature of the water and the man before me. The way he squeezes and kneads my skin feels impeccable. He has me closing my eyes, rolling my head back in no time at all. I want him to kiss me. I need his mouth on me, his body close to me.
He notices, leaning down, lapping his tongue with mine.
I can’t help the whimpers that escape me as I pull him closer, both my hands either side of his face. “Get in here,” I order.
