Her towel rode up her thighs, exposing the bottom of her ass cheek and it was my undoing. Stepping into the room, I slipped up behind her and wrapped my hands around her hips. I was rock hard already, so I rubbed my hard cock into the back of her towel.

She screamed before turning in my arms. The towel was forgotten and it drifted to the floor between us. There she was, naked in my arms, and wet—so fucking wet everywhere. I could only hope soon the sweet spot between her legs would also be soaked for me.

Fingering a strand of her hair, my fingertips glistened from the moisture. She looked up at me with wide eyes. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and when she released it, it was swollen and pink—begging me to bite it.

So I did.

I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and bit down enough to make her go tense.

“You’re driving me bat-shit crazy,” I said, leaning in and slamming my mouth against hers.

She tasted amazing. Like fresh fruit in the rain. Like one of my favorite memories… like a home I never knew. And strangely, it angered me.

I pulled away, releasing her arms and her mouth all at once. She fell back, covering her breasts before I could see them. Bending down, she attempted to retrieve her towel, but I stopped her.

“Move your hands,” I demanded. “I want to see your tits.”

“Sebastian, this is…” she started.

I cut her off before she could finish. “What did I say?”

She stood there staring back at me. I could see the debate in her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she should listen or tell me to go to hell. Finally, she dropped her hands from her body and stood in front of me, gloriously naked.

Heat radiated from my eyes as I let them dip and explore her balmy skin. Her dusty nipples hardened, taunting me to squeeze them. Reaching out, I pinched a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting a hissing sound from between her teeth.

“Does that hurt?” I asked.

“A little.”

“But it still feels good, doesn’t it?”

She’d be lying if she denied it. Her eyes were already sparkling with desire.

She didn’t answer, prompting me to squeeze tighter.

“Yes!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, what?”

“It feels good.”

I released her reddening nipple and relieved it with a nice lashing with my tongue. Her breathing hitched and then she moaned when I sucked the nipple into my mouth and nibbled sweetly. She’d earned that little bit for now.

When I pulled away and looked back at her, her eyes were glazed over with want. Already she was melting in my hands. It wouldn’t be long before I’d have her tied to a bed, ass wiggling in the air, begging me to fuck her.

I ran a single finger from her collar bone, down over her moist nipple. I couldn’t seem keep my hands off her. Her humid skin pebbled beneath my fingertip. I continued on my path, running it down her stomach to her navel. Her skin was like silk. It was wrong for her to cover it with cheap cotton.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a card and placed it in her palm, closing her fingers around it.

“What’s this?” she asked, opening her hand.

“It’s for you to spend how you see fit. I only have one request, get rid of the cotton panties. Your body begs for silk and lace.”

She shocked me by shoving the card back into my hand.

“No, Sebastian. You’ve done enough. I can’t take this. The condo, the car, the shirt, all of it… by the way, thanks for the shirt. I don’t even want to know how you knew I’d tried it on.”

“I have my ways.”

I didn’t tell her that Martin had gotten out of the car for a walk and saw how happy she’d looked inside the store, shopping with her friend. He’d picked it up and turned it over to me. As I said before, he got paid the big bucks for a reason.

“Well, it’s all too much. Not to mention, I haven’t really done anything to earn any of this yet.”

I grinned. She was so clueless and sweet. It was a wonder New York hadn’t eaten her alive yet.

“Don’t worry, you will.”

Her face paled, shyness filling her expression, and I chuckled.

“Go shopping. Buy yourself something that will drive me crazy. I’ll pick you up tonight at seven. Be ready and be dressed to kill.”

I didn’t wait for her to respond. I walked away. If I didn’t get away from her soon I was going to do something stupid, and push her before she was ready—like laying her on the bed and sinking myself balls deep into her tight pussy.

I had full rights to do what I pleased with her, and I knew she’d go for it because she obviously felt indebted to me. But that was not my goal. I wanted her to want me the way I wanted her. I wanted her soaking wet and begging for my cock and anything else I had to offer. To have that, I’d wait—even if it killed me.




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