by Alexis Angel
A private elevator sounds perfect. That means we’ll also have the floor to ourselves, and no one will be allowed to follow us up there.
“We’ll take it,” I agree. “Charge it to my account.”
The desk clerk hands me the key, and I walk Mira to the elevator. When the two doors part, I hold them open with my hand. “After you.”
Mira steps into the elevator, and when I follow her, she turns around and raises an eyebrow at me. “Oh, you’re coming with me now?”
She’s just teasing me. I hope.
“I most certainly am.” I push the button to close the door and plant myself against the wall before she can try to kick me out. “I can’t go back to my place without dealing with Lis Langley again, so it looks like you’re stuck with me.”
The elevator begins its ascent. As the floor numbers light up in front of us, I pull Mira toward me, holding her against my chest until she finally gives in and rests her head on my shoulder.
I whisper in her ear, “Someone needs to take care of you if you’re not going to take care of yourself.”
We reach the top floor, and the doors spring open. Mira and I follow the narrow hallway to the entrance of our room. I pass our key card in front of the sensor until it turns green and makes a beeping sound.
Propping the door open with my foot, I reach behind Mira’s legs to lift her up. Then I carry her across through the threshold like I’m really a groom and she’s really my bride. It makes my chest tighten in an unfamiliar way.
She feels so light and soft in my arms. I know I have to put her down, but I don’t want to just yet. I look around at the glowing fireplace, the king-size bed with soft satin sheets, and the bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket next to the breakfast table.
The desk clerk wasn’t kidding when he said the room was already made up. It’s not the first time Mira and I have shared a honeymoon suite, but it is the first time we’ve had one all to ourselves. I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.
Mira must be thinking the same thing. Once we’re in the room with the door closed, she leans in to kiss me. I’m tempted to give in and consummate our pretend marriage right here and now, but I know it’ll be better if we wait.
Glancing to my left, I see the open bathroom door. Inside is a beautiful soaking tub with a sachet of artisanal bubble bath resting on the rim.
I stop Mira’s lips with my finger.
“Not yet,” I tell her. I have big plans for her, and I’ve just thought of something that will make this night unforgettable for both of us. “You’re having a bath first.”
“But I’m not dirty,” she argues.
I chuckle and shake my head. “Oh, Mira. You know that’s not true.” I lead her into the bathroom and turn on the lights.
Mira looks around, and her eyes light up when she spots the bouquet of bath products greeting her from the vanity table. But she pretends not to care. “What will you give me if I say yes?”
I can give her everything she’s ever dreamed of and more. And I will. But first, I want to savor every moment of our night together.
And as long as I’m making her wait for it, I might as well give her something to look forward to.
“If you’re good, I’ll give you one kiss,” I promise her. “Maybe.”
Chapter 26
Owen
I walk past the bathroom and lower Mira into a seated position on the bed. She immediately falls backward and lands on the pillow, her beautiful hair forming a halo around her face. She closes her eyes and begins to drift off to sleep.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” I warn her, adding a few pillows behind her head to prop her up. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I know how tired she is, but if she falls asleep now, she’ll miss everything I have planned for her. She deserves a night of pampering, and I’m going to make sure that she gets it.
But considering how tired she is, I think I’m going to need to call for backup. I pick up the phone and press the button to page the front desk.
“Can you send someone from housekeeping up here?” I ask the operator.
“Right away, sir. You’re in the honeymoon suite, correct?”
“That’s right,” I confirm. I hang up the phone and turn to look at Mira, who still looks a little sleepy but is at least making an effort to keep her eyes open. “Now let’s get you out of these clothes.”
I start with her shoes, sliding them off her feet and letting them fall softly to the floor. Next, I take off her skirt, revealing her smooth legs and a pair of soft lace panties in pale pink.
Button by button, I open her blouse, letting it fall open to reveal the delicate lace bralette underneath.
She’s so fucking beautiful that I have to stop undressing her for a moment to catch my breath. She’s perfect from head to toe, and it takes all the willpower I have not to climb into bed with her and pretend it’s our wedding night.
When the maid appears at the door, Mira is still spread out on the bed, wearing nothing but her undergarments. Following my gaze, the maid peeks around the corner and sees Mira in all her glory. Her hand shoots up to her face to hide her smile.
“Where are you going?” Mira calls to me, still unaware that we have company. “You’re not finished yet.”
When I don’t answer, she sits up on the bed and peeks into the hallway, looking for me.
She sees the maid standing in the doorway and instinctively covers her chest with her hands. But the look on her face suggests that she doesn’t mind having an audience. Not one bit.
“I’m coming for you soon,” I promise Mira.
Then I lead the maid into the bathroom, away from the spectacle on the bed. “Will you please draw us a bath?”
The maid nods and gets to work—plugging up the drain, turning on the water, adjusting the knobs, and testing the temperature with her hands. I could have done this myself, but I don’t want to leave Mira alone for too long, or else she’ll fall asleep.
She’ll sleep better if she’s clean and warm—that’s what I keep telling myself, at any rate.
I return to the bed and strip Mira down, sliding her panties down her legs and reaching behind her to unhook her bra. I’m tempted to caress and kiss every inch of skin I uncover, but I resist touching her most intimate parts. I promised her—and myself—that I’d take it slow.
When she’s fully nude, I pause to take one last look at her before I get started.
“Do you like what you see?” she asks me, opening her eyes to catch me staring at her.
“You have no idea.” Before I lose my resolve, I lift her off the bed and carry her to the bathroom. “You’re going to love this,” I whisper in her ear.
Inside the bathroom, the maid has filled the bathtub with steaming hot water. Foam is now bubbling up to the surface, forming billowing piles of soft bubbles that smell like French lavender.
The maid has arranged the tiny bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash in a semicircle in front of a washcloth, which she’s folded at the bottom and spread out like a fan at the top.
Best of all, she’s pulled back the curtains behind the tub to reveal a panoramic view of the city skyline. Gleaming skyscrapers shimmer beneath the glow of the full moon. Neon lights beckon from across the street, promising music and dancing and everything that makes city life fun.
Mira gasps when she sees the view.
I’m not sure what I did to deserve such a perfect night, but I’m grateful for it. This is much better than anything I could have planned on my own.
I’m grinning from ear to ear when Mira finally escapes my embrace and sits on the edge of the tub to inspect the bath.
She runs her hand along the bubbly surface, sighing when the hot water meets her bare skin. She stands up, and without even bothering to grab a towel, she turns to the maid.
“Thank you. The temperature is just right.”
At the sight of Mira’s nude body, the maid’s eyes grow wide, and her cheeks turn pink, but she sa
ys nothing. She places a towel on the shelf nearest the bathtub for easy access, spreads the bathmat on the floor, and shuts the door behind her without saying a word.
But before she goes, she looks over her shoulder at Mira once more as if she still can’t believe her eyes. I follow her to the door, slip her a wad of bills, and shut the door behind her, pulling the chain across the door to seal us in.
“Does it bother you, being watched like that?” I ask Mira after the maid has left the room. “I thought the maid would never leave.”
“Not at all,” Mira says. She gives me a coquettish smile. “I have nothing to hide.” She stands in front of the tub, daring me to get a closer look.
If I leave Mira fully exposed in front of the tub for even one minute longer, I might fucking explode.
It’s time to get to work.
“Into the tub you go, you dirty girl,” I say to Mira.
Standing on the fluffy bath mat to keep my feet from slipping, I lift Mira off the floor and place her in the tub. She lands in the water with a tiny splash, sighing contentedly as the warm water envelops her body.
Rolling up my sleeves, I kneel before her on the bathmat and reach across the tub to move her hair away from her shoulders.
“You’ve had a long day, Mira. Let me help you relax.”
She scoots closer to me and turns around, waiting for me to continue. As gently as I possibly can, I grip her tired muscles with my hands and start to rub out the tension and stress of the day.
“Does this feel good?” I ask her, moving my hands from her neck to her shoulder blades and down to her lower back.
“Mm,” she says, closing her eyes.
I love the way she starts to melt right in front of me. Although I’d be lying to myself if I said I’m not trying to seduce her, my main objective for the evening is to earn her trust.
If what we’re doing is wrong, I need to do everything in my power to make it feel right. Even if we’re the only two people in the world who see it that way.
I want her to feel completely comfortable with me. And I can’t think of anything more comforting than a hot bath, a gentle back rub, and a beautiful view of the city lights.
But I’m not looking out the window right now. Why should I? The best view in the entire city is sitting right in front of me.
Inside the tub, Mira is rising from the sudsy bathwater—the foam clinging to her curves, giving me a peek-a-boo view of her wet, naked body as she sits up and leans back to receive my touch.
I can see that she’s ready for me, but I don’t know if I’m quite ready for her. I look away from her and count to five. I want to enjoy this moment for just a little while longer.
I scan the room for a distraction, but instead, my eyes settle on the washcloth and the bottle of body wash.
When I imagine dipping the washcloth into the warm, soapy water, my head fills with an assortment of bad ideas—bad ideas that are going to feel so, so good.
Chapter 27
Owen
Even being in the same fucking room as this girl is dangerous. She brings out something in me that I’ve never experienced before—something that I can’t have.
Or, rather, something that I can—but I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t fucking dare.
On a caveman level, I know that I could pick Mira Wilder up right now, throw her on the bed, pin her down and lay pipe on her virgin pussy before she could even let out an obligatory, ‘Oh!’
But I’m not a fucking caveman. Last time I checked, I was a rational man with some shred of morality still hanging heavy on his conscience.
I don’t dare try to access my conscience right now, though.
Being in the same fucking room as Mira is dangerous. Kneeling before her while she lounges nude in the bath?
Ever since I met Mira, that shred of morality has been tap dancing on the edge of a skyscraper and juggling chainsaws.
As I raise the sponge to her shoulder, I think I can feel that shred of morality jump to its fucking death. There’s no going back now, though. I’ve allowed myself this—or I’ve justified it to myself hard enough, in enough different ways.
Men like me don’t turn back.
There’s only one direction: forward.
I move the sponge across Mira’s shoulder blades, leaving a streak of velvet bath foam across her pale, flawless skin.
“God,” Mira sighs. “That feels incredible. You really know how to pamper a girl.”
“You have no idea,” I growl back. Christ, my voice has never sounded so strained in my life. “Lean forward. Let me do your back.”
“Is that how you like it? From behind?”
The fingers of my free hand twitch. My other hand tightens around the sponge so hard that I squeeze all the damn water out—and then some.
I’m so fucking tempted to haul this little minx up out of the tub right now, take her over my knee and show her exactly what men like me do to the behinds of girls like Mira.
But I don’t. I need to have half a modicum of self-control.
I’m already pushing my fucking limits by touching her. Every stroke I make down her spine with the sponge makes her fucking shiver.
Watching Mira tremble is a glorious fucking thing. It makes me want to see how she trembles when I force my cock between the sweet little honey-lips of her virgin pussy.
Instead, I take a deep breath.
“Lean back,” I tell her, placing my palm against her neck to help lean her that way.
“Mmm,” she moans. “It feels so good to be touched, doesn’t it? I never realized it before, but—here. Feel.”
She grabs my wrist and traces her lips up and down my forearm. I can feel her breathing me in, picking up my scent off my hot skin.
“Behave,” I warn her.
She only smiles and places a little kiss at the base of my palm where it meets my wrist.
“There’s no fun in behaving, Owen. Isn’t that what you’re known for, after all? Having fun?”
“Oh, I’m having fun, alright.”
I’m not sure that’s technically even true. I’m currently navigating the logistics of moving the sponge over Mira’s perfectly shaped breasts. Her little peaches and cream nipples jut out just over the surface of the water while she’s laying like this, floating with foam all around.
What I want to do is to put my hand beneath the small of her back and force her upward so I can feast on those pretty little nipples. Nipples like that need to be licked and sucked and bitten and teased—fucking mercilessly—until they’re sensitive and throbbing and aching for more.
What I actually do is compromise—run the sponge down the center of her chest, narrowly avoiding any improper touch by a goddamn angel’s hair.
And that’s where I make my biggest mistake.
Mira’s a smart girl. She knows an opportunity when she sees one—and she’s not afraid to take it.
She snatches my wrist as it descends beneath the surface of the water and pulls it all the way down until I’ve got her clit trapped between my fingers and the water is sloshing out of the tub. It soaks my shirtsleeve through, but more importantly…
I’m hard now. Painfully hard. My cock throbs against my slacks, demanding what I know I can’t give.
But Mira’s pussy is slippery and wet, even here in the bath. Her clit is engorged and hot and right fucking there. I can take her fucking pulse if I squeeze it—and I do.
“Oh,” Mira breathes.
It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
I squeeze her clit a little tighter and we breathe in together. She’s trying to handle the wave of pleasure I know it sends rushing through her. I’m just trying to handle how bad I want to take even more.
“I thought you were going to be a good girl,” I growl through my teeth.
“Maybe I’m not a good girl, Owen. Maybe I’m bad.”
“Oh, you’re very fucking bad. That much has been proven. But only good girls get kisses, Mira. Don’t you want your kiss?”
I lick my lips and she licks hers simultaneously.
I still haven’t taken my fingers off her clit. Part of me isn’t even sure that I can—no matter what she says next.
“I want more than just a kiss from you,” she whispers as her chest heaves.
“I don’t think you can handle more,” I warn her.
“Fucking try me.”
It’s all I needed.
My inner caveman roars to life, and suddenly, I’ve got her by the throat. My thumb traps her clit beneath it and I begin to roll it round and round, never quite enough to make her come but certainly enough to make her whimper.
And moan.
And fucking beg.
“Yes,” she hisses. “God yes, Owen. Finger my pussy. Claim it. It’s yours.”
“That what you want, you little slut? You want me to claim you?”
“Yes! From the moment—from the moment I first saw you. It’s all I want.”
“How should I claim you, Mira? Tell me what you want.”
“Make me come!” she whimpers. Her hips are thrashing beneath me now, sending the water sloshing to and fro over the edge of the tub. “Please, please, please make me come!”
“You’re a bad girl, Mira. You said it yourself. Do you really think that bad girls get to come?”
“They fucking should,” Mira snarls at me. “I took what you were too much of a coward to give me.”
I can’t help it. I have to fucking chuckle at that—but it’s a dark laugh. Not the pretty kind.
“You’re pretty demanding for such a little slut, Mira.”
“Give me what I want, then.” With a flick of my thumb, she’s there—I can tell by the shift in her eyes, the way she gasps for breath. “Oh! Owen! Kiss me! Make me come! Give it to me! Please!”
“Choose,” I snarl back at her with urgency. “You only get one.”
She gasps again.
“Kiss me!”
I claim her lips with mine so hard we’re both bruised. Her kiss is so hot, so sweet, and so hungry for me, it would be a sin to deny her an orgasm now.
Not after she’s given me such a gift.
“Come,” I snarl against her lips. “Come! COME!”
