I step back and sigh. We’ve known each other for only a short time, but I’m certain Mariana realizes I’m not the sort of man to let her walk away from me. Does she need a lesson in who she’s marrying?
“Stand clear,” I warn her with a smile, and with a sure kick, bust the door open.
She shrieks and turns to gawk at me, her body on perfect display in the glass shower. “Fenton!”
“I warned you,Sole.” I open the door and step in with her, then grip her shoulder and press her against the wall.
She looks up at me. “What are you going to—”
I whip her around so I have a nice view of her taut ass. “I warned you,Sole.” Rearing back, I let her have a hard slap, then another, and another.
She cries out, then moans as I rub the red handmark.
“Now,Sole, tell me what you want.” I turn her around and tilt her chin up so she looks at me.
“You just … you justspankedme!”
“I’ll do it again if you lock me out.” I cage her in, backing her into the tile. “This is your life,Sole. You and me. Together, we can do whatever we want.”
She nibbles her lip.
“Your father’s business? It will be ours.”
Her shoulders slump a little.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She slides out from between me and the wall and reaches for the shampoo.
“What is it?” I take her arm and look into her eyes. “Tell me.”
“That’s why you want me, isn’t it? For my family name? I should’ve known it was some plan for you to take over and make a name for yourself. I’m just a feather in your cap.”
“Sole, that’s not—”
“Can Ipleaseshower in peace?” She turns her back to me.
“No.” I stroke my hand down her back.
She makes a frustrated groan and shoves the shampoo bottle into my hand. “Then make yourself useful.”
“My pleasure.” I smirk and take the bottle as she glares daggers at me. Leaning closer, I say close to her ear, “I think you’ll find I’m a very difficult man to get rid of.”
“And I think you’ll find I’m a very difficult woman to hang on to.” She crosses her arms under her tits, making them even more biteable.
“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” I start soaping her soft hair.
She moves closer to me, her ass brushing against my erection.
I groan.
She’s torturing me. I hope she never stops.
Once I’ve rinsed her and smoothed conditioner through her golden locks, I soap up the loofah and begin running it all over her fair skin. When I get to her tits, I take my time, rubbing and caressing.
She swallows hard, her heartbeat rapid as I tease her.
“You’re terrible at this,” she says, but she can’t hide the breathiness in her voice or the way she glances right at my cock.