“Will you play with my ears again when you’re done?” he asked.
Holy shit. I’d caused this? My heart was still racing from what I’d witnessed. The sight of him, head bent as he masturbated, muscles rippling with each forceful stroke, would forever be burned into my brain. And I was…thankful for that.
He watched me, his expression hopeful, and I managed a nod.
“I can hear your heart racing.”
His big hand cupped the back of my head, and he slowly leaned in to press his forehead against mine.
“Tell me you are not agreeing out of fear. I want your touch very much, but only whatever you’re willing to give.”
“Okay.” The word came out breathy.
He pulled back enough to brush my forehead with a kiss and went back for the conditioner. Instead of returning the conditioner to the shower, where it had been this morning, he set it on the back of the tank.
“Call out if you need anything. I will hear you.”
As soon as the door closed, I turned to grip the counter and stared at my red face. He’d come up here to masturbate because of a simple touch. He hadn’t wheedled or guilted me into anything. He’d simply gotten up to take care of things himself.
I glanced at where he’d placed the conditioner.
And he planned to do it again.
A slow grin chased away the shock and my insides fluttered with anticipation—a feeling I hadn’t experienced in years.
Impatient to tease Azio’s ear, I hurriedly took care of myself and jogged back downstairs. Well, it started out as a walk but turned in a jog on the last three steps when I saw he was watching for me. His gaze went right to my breasts, and I didn’t regret the ache the extra jostling had created.
“Ready for another movie?” Groth asked, also watching.
“Yes, please.”
“Are you hungry?” Azio asked. “Do you want your cookie dough?”
“Not yet.”
I was looking forward to something else. The hot water bottle was warmed again, and my nest of blankets ready for me to slide in. As soon as I was in position, Azio resumed his seat.
The room grew warmer while I played with Azio’s ear and read about a billionaire dominating his assistant. My core clenched a few times at a really good part, and I wondered what Azio would do if I leaned forward to run my tongue along the sensitive edge instead of my finger.
Minutes passed. The book grew steamier. My curiosity increased. I shifted position from my back to my side, scooting a little closer. His ear was right there, and Groth’s view was easily blocked by Azio’s head.
I smiled slightly and leaned in.
Azio moaned and turned his head just enough to give me better access. I nibbled his earlobe and dragged the tip of my tongue to the end of his ear, then gently sucked. He was panting when I pulled back and turned his head to look at me.
The hunger I saw there robbed me of breath and some of my smug humor.
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I shouldn’t have—”
He pressed two fingers over my mouth.
“Open and honest, Terri. It will tear my heart open if you did something you didn’t like. Did you like that?”
I slowly nodded.
“Then why are you sorry?”
He removed his fingers.