Adding a winking emoji, she hit Send, switched her phone to Do Not Disturb, and placed it facedown on the bench beside her. Bria’s and Zeta’s heads were going to explode.
She turned back to the view beyond the window. Angus had told her at some point through the day the glass had a privacy film on it. You could see out, but no one could see in. She liked the idea. Liked that she would watch the world without the world watching her.
What would Angus think if she asked him to make love to her right here on the bench? Her hands pressed to the glass, supporting her as he took her from behind…
“Dio, he’s made me insatiable,” she muttered, shaking her head.
“If you’re talking about me,” a low, husky rumble came from the bed, “I’m making no apologies.”
Her stomach burst into butterflies. Horny, excited butterflies. She turned to him, tucking her knees under her chin, and gave him a grin. “I was. And you have.”
He studied her, lying on his side, head rested in one hand. “I like waking up with you in my bedroom.” A slow smile spread his lips. “Even better would be waking up with you in my bed.”
The implication behind the declaration whipped the butterflies into a frenzy. She looked at him. Straightened from the bench and slipped her dress from her shoulders. His swift intake of breath sent wicked licks of delight through her.
She lifted an eyebrow, feathered her fingertips over her nipples—already rock hard and aching for his attention—and turned her back to him, placing her palms on the window and pushing her butt back toward him a little. She cast him a look over her shoulder. And burst out laughing as he scrambled off the bed, arms and legs thrashing with the tangle of sheet.
He crossed the tiny distance between them in a heartbeat. Pressed his body to hers, his erection nestling between the cheeks of her backside, his stomach to the small of her back. He kissed the base of her neck, smoothing his hands over her ribcage to cup and squeeze her breasts. She moaned her appreciation, wriggling her butt closer to his hard length.
“Here?” he murmured against her skin, his fingers plucking at her nipples. “Like this?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Here. Like this.”
He palmed her breasts, his mouth exploring the back of her neck.
For long, languid moments, he worshipped her breasts with his hands, and the back and sides of her neck with his mouth. Her core turned to liquid need. She kept her hands pressed to the glass, trembling with hungry desire.
When he slowly began working his lips down along her spine, she knew exactly where he was heading.
When his lips and tongue touched her damp folds…
He made her come with his mouth. She stood, legs spread, palms on the window, staring blankly at the view beyond, pleasure fogging her vision, her mind, as he brought her to an almost savage orgasm.
She slumped forward, pressing her forehead to the glass as his lips and tongue left her sex. Took long slow breaths.
Bria and Zeta were just going to have to accept she wouldn’t be joining them at the Mercure tonight. She wasn’t walking away from this. Not at the moment. Maybe tomorrow? Maybe after she and Angus exhausted themselves, gorged themselves on each other—as he’d put earlier—maybe then she’d be ready to walk away.
Maybe not even then.
The soft whisper—hers but not thehershe was used to—made her heart thump harder.
What was she thinking?
If Bria can…
Pushing from the window, she bit her lip, the knot still twisting in her stomach, and turned around.
Angus entered the bedroom from the en suite, naked, hard, and erect, a condom packet in his hand.
She met him at the base of the bed, plucked the condom packet from his fingers, and—holding his gaze—pushed him onto his back onto the bed.
He didn’t resist. Allowed her to take control. Completely.
She climbed onto him, straddling his thighs.
They didn’t speak.
She opened the packet and sheathed him in the slick latex. He drew in a choppy breath as she did so, his jaw bunching as he watched her.