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My head is all over the place, and my swollen cock is proof my body is in quite another. Giggling from the other end of the tub invades the space between us, reminding me I need to act.
She rises. Her inner thighs strain against mine. Streams of water flow from the bottom of her breasts down the inches of skin over her ribcage, returning to the hot tub. Her baby blues probe. What am I going to do? How am I going to play this?
What do I want to do? Nothing good or right.
My fingers tangle with her auburn hair, and I press her back down until her ruby lips press against mine. My tongue asks for entry, and she opens. The pull to her intensifies, and as if she’s affected too, her hips undulate, but she’s inches from me and the movement sends a current around my erection. My hips shift of their own accord closer to hers.
My lips trace the damp lines of her neck to the pulsing hollow at the base of throat as her hips grind forward over me. The muscles along her back contract with each thrust of her hips. I follow along the thin string to her ribs, below her arm and then to the soft underside of her breast. My thumb flicks over her aroused, perky nipple.
I flick my eyes up to hers. Those eyes are ablaze with desire, so much so it knocks me back and I grow dizzy from the heat. Her back straightens, putting distance between us. Cool air wafts over my face and shoulders, letting reason flicker through my lust-addled brain.
She reaches behind her, and the fabric beneath my thumb collapses. I suck in air as the red strings tied to triangles float in the bubbling water. Instinct reigns supreme and my mouth covers her peach-colored peak, and I lash the tip of her nipple with my tongue. Her head tips back and her hips grind forward. Slender fingers reach between us, over my bathing suit, caressing my tip.
“You two are like a porn movie.” Rafael’s statement has the effect of a splash of cold water. The side of the deck comes back into view, the lightly falling snowflakes dotting Sophia’s auburn crown. Auburn, so different from her natural blonde. Dyed with purpose.
I grip her ass and rise, stumbling, reach for the metal railing, and pull us both out of the tub. Sophia’s arms wrap around my back and her thighs squeeze my hips.
There’s one thing a man like Rafael will understand.
“It’s time for us to go.”
His laughter follows through the sliding door, followed by, “I like hanging out with them.”
“Grab my robe,” I say to Sophia, unwilling to put her down.
A pulsing need to have her close keeps her pressed against my chest as I forge a speedy path to our suite. I fumble with the room key, push the door open, and the second I’m in, have her back up against the wall.
My forehead presses against hers and my lungs contract. My breaths are rapid, like I’ve run a marathon, and my dick throbs. Fuck, I want her. So fucking badly.
“Do you see what you do to me?”
There’s just a strip of fabric covering her. I could easily move it to the side.
Her probing gaze asks questions my brain can’t process. My gaze drops to the floor, then down the hall, and I freeze.
Someone’s been in here.
Sophia’s palm presses against my chest, asking for space. She’s figured it out, too. Her feet slowly drop to the floor. I hold on to her until she’s stable. Once she’s standing on her own, topless, I hold an index finger up to my lips.
My gaze falls to her perfect, delicious breasts. And the fact this is an operation hammers home, because if this were anything else, anyone else, we would not have stopped here. I’d be balls deep by now.
She bends and picks up the scrap of material from the floor. But if someone’s in here, I’m not waiting for her to tie that on.
I take the lead down the hall, crouched, on the ready. The bed is made, the downy white comforter pulled tight with the decorative pillows in place. The cleaning service came through.
My muscles relax, but I still clear the place, checking the bathroom, closets and behind the floor to ceiling drapes. After securing her top, Sophia checks all lightbulbs, outlets, and ceiling vents. I bend down in front of the hallway wall vent and carefully unscrew the fastenings. The thin plastic flutters to the ground.
The shower turns on in the bathroom. Soft footsteps grow louder. Two feet with bright pink polished nails come into view. Sophia gathers our stuff out of the shaft, and I screw the vent back on, careful to avoid scratching any paint.
Fingers lightly tap my shoulder, and she motions for me to follow her. The light reflects along her skin. Visible goosebumps cover her arms.
“Are you cold?”
She pulls me into the bathroom and closes the door. Steam gathers behind the glass door of the oversized shower.
“Is it safe to talk?” She’s whispering, and for whatever reason, the action amuses me.
“Yeah. They weren’t in here.” We have a device that I can use to confirm there are no bugs in place. I’ll use that, but we weren’t gone that long. Chances are if Rafael wanted his guys to come in here and check things out, the cleaning service sidelined them. The CIA breeds paranoia. Just ask any officer who takes a gazillion left turns before arriving at a destination.
