Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
In the bedroom, it’s a different story. There, she’s free to be dominated and used primarily for my pleasure, but she only enjoys that so much because she never has to doubt how much I care for her. I’ll cherish her now so I can dig deep and take from her later.
Tonight, I’ll take more than I have before. Tonight, I’ll have all of her.
I can’t fucking wait.
Finally, we head to dinner. I picked out a nice French place near the hotel. The meal is delicious, and once we’re finished, it’s only a short drive to where we’ll be for the rest of the night.
We go to the suite first so we can drop off Kennedy’s shopping bags and change into the terry cloth robes the hotel provides before we head down to the spa.
Lifting her hair, Kennedy turns her back to me. “Can you help me with the clasp?”
“Mm-hmm.”
My dinner jacket is off, but I’m still wearing the slacks, shirt, and vest. Kennedy stepped out of her heels, but she’s still wearing her sexy little black dress. It hugs her body like a glove, and as I move closer, it’s impossible to keep my hands off her.
She breathes in as I plant my hands on her hips, pulling her back against me. She keeps her hair up and tilts her neck just as I lean in to press my lips against her fragrant skin.
“You smell incredible.”
She sighs with pleasure as I pepper kisses along the curve of her shoulder. I let go of her hips so I can unclasp the necklace, and she catches it as it falls. The moment her neck is bare, I press my lips against her soft skin.
“God, I can’t get enough of you,” I murmur.
“We can skip the massages if you want,” she says breathlessly.
I smile against her neck. The offer is sweet—and damned tempting—but I want to pamper her tonight. I want to make it special for her.
“No,” I say regretfully, pulling away since my resolve may weaken if I keep kissing her.
The fact that she doesn’t tease and tempt me into reconsidering lets me know she wants to go to the spa, she’s just willing to give it up if I’d rather get straight to fucking her.
Of course she is.
She’s so fucking sweet.
Too fucking sweet.
I want to yank up her dress and devour every delicious inch of her here and now, but knowing I can feast on her later, I settle for just a taste.
Grabbing her jaw, I move around her body and plant a hard, hungry kiss on her perfect lips before I let go.
“Go,” I murmur, giving her a light push toward the bathroom. “Change into your robe so we can get out of here before I change my mind.”
Chapter seventeen
Kennedy
Water sloshes over the edge of the tub as my body writhes, Milo’s hand sliding between my thighs to make trouble.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, leaning back against his chest, my head lolling back to rest on his shoulder.
He presses a finger into me, his other hand coming up out of the water to caress my tit as I lie stretched across him.
Nothing feels as good as his hands on my body.
I moan as his blunt finger brushes my clit at the same moment his other thumb brushes my nipple, sending a sharp burst of pleasure straight through me. “This is the best bath I’ve ever had.”
I feel him smirk as he kisses the side of my face. “I assure you, the feeling is mutual.”
When he first told me about this couples bath spa treatment he signed us up for tonight, I wasn’t so sure.
But then we came in to a luxurious bath surrounded by hot rocks in a room lit only by candles. Red rose petals were sprinkled along the water’s surface, and a tub of champagne was chilling beside it. On a plate next to the champagne, there were four chocolate-covered strawberries.
While I undressed, Milo poured us champagne, then I had some while I watched him undress. As soon as we got in, we fed each other strawberries, but there’s still one left.
He kneads my tit, his fingertip glancing over the stiff peak and teasing my nipple. Back and forth, back and forth. He kisses my face and rubs my clit. More water sloshes over the edge.
I can’t keep from moving, sighing, writhing against him. “Milo,” I whisper, turning my head so he can reach to kiss me.
He breaks away from my lips, releasing my tit but keeping his finger moving against my sensitive clit. My body shifts when his moves under me as he reaches for something. I think maybe the champagne, but then he brings the last chocolate-covered strawberry to my lips.
I’m so close, I can’t focus on food.
“Open your mouth,” he commands. “Take it between your lips, Kennedy.”