“Max!” Liam steps forward first, pulling me into a bear hug. Ana embraces me next, followed by Connor shaking my hand, and then Ana immediately turns to Sasha.
“How are you feeling? Are you alright? It was a long flight. I should show you to your room–”
“Our room,” Sasha says, her cheeks flushing a little as she looks at me. “Max and I–”
“Oh!” Ana turns to look at me wide-eyed, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. “Well, we all thought you might come around eventually.”
“No, we didn’t,” Connor says dryly. “I had good money on the expectation that he wouldn’t.”
“Which you’re now going to have to cough up,” Liam says cheerfully, patting his brother on the back. “Ana, Saoirse, can you get Sasha settled? We’ll speak with Max, and then send him up too.”
Sasha gives me a nervous look, and I reach out, squeezing her hand. “It’ll be fine. I just need to find out what the plan is for us, and then I’ll come find you upstairs.”
She nods, squeezing my hand back, and then Ana and Saoirse usher her upstairs like mother hens as I follow Liam and Connor into the office.
It doesn’t take long to explain what Levin hadn’t already filled them in on. I let them know that Art is dead, that the remaining threat comes from any blowback from Obelensky’s murder. To my surprise, they seem relatively unfazed by it. Even Connor, who normally is the more rigid of the brothers, seems largely unconcerned.
“The Irish won’t be a target for this,” Connor says. “I do think it’s best that you and Sasha stick to the grounds for a while, just in case there are any eyes in Boston. You’re known to have been here often and worked with us, but I don’t think they’ll target us directly. We do too much business with operatives there. Best if you don’t set yourself up for an accident in the city, though.”
I nod. “Understood, absolutely. That does bring me to one thing, though–what I’d sent you the message about before the flight? I expected that you’d probably want us to stay put for a little while. I’m sure it will take you a few days, but–”
Liam grins. “Not at all. I just happened to be in the city earlier today, in fact, and the funds you wired over were more than enough. Just give me a minute, and I’ll retrieve it.”
He comes back a few minutes later, handing me the small black box. “Just make sure we all get to celebrate with you after.”
“I wouldn’t want you to miss it.”
There’s no sign of Sasha in the bedroom that I’m shown up to–a luxurious guest room with every comfort and convenience that we could possibly have been missing–but I see the light coming from under the adjoining bathroom door. My cock stirs instantly at the thought of her in the bath, naked and wet.
I stride forward, knocking on the door with an eager hope that might be exactly what I find. “Sasha?”
“Come in!” she calls out, her voice more relaxed and light than I’ve heard it in a while. “It’s not locked.”
All it takes is one sight of her when I open the door for my cock to harden instantly, aching the moment I see her reclining in the huge tub, just the swell of her breasts visible above the water and soap, her blonde hair piled messily atop her head. She turns to look at me as I walk in, a teasing smile playing on her lips, and she sits up just a little. The suds sluice off of her, giving me a glimpse of her perfect breasts and rosy nipples, and my cock throbs.
“Join me?” She runs a hand through the bubbles, and at that moment, there’s nothing in heaven, hell, or on earth that could stop me.
“Absolutely.” I strip my clothes off in rapid succession, and I see Sasha’s eyes widen as she sees my stiff cock, already leaking pre-cum and nearly touching my belly; I’m so achingly hard.
“Did you miss me?” she asks teasingly as I climb into the tub, sucking in a breath at the heat of the water.
“I miss you every single moment that you’re not by my side.” I lean forward over her, cupping the back of her head with one hand as I lean in to kiss her. “I plan to keep you there as often as possible in the future–especially like this.”
“Ever had sex in the bath before?” She arches up against me, her breasts rubbing against my chest, and I groan.
“You know I haven’t.” My hand slides around to cup her cheek, brushing away a soap sud as her legs wrap around my hips. She lets out a small, breathy moan as my cock rubs against her, and I rock my hips, grinding my hard shaft against her clit.
“Oh god–” Sasha’s head falls back, her body moving gently against mine. “Neither have–I.”
“Now seems like a good time to start.”
Slowly, I lower my lips to hers again, kissing her slow and deep as I grind against her, feeling her start to tremble as I push her closer to the edge. She feels so good underneath me, soft and slick and weteverywhere, and I groan as my cock throbs from the heat and friction, pushing me dangerously close to the edge as well.
“Are you going to come for me,amore mio?” I murmur, and Sasha nods breathlessly, her hips twitching beneath me as I feel her thighs tighten against my hips.
“Yes–” Her eyes flutter closed, and I feel the first spasms against me, her body tightening for the release. “I’m–I–ohgod, Max!”
Her back arches, the water splashing all around us as I rub my cock firmly against her clit. She cries out, clutching at me as she comes hard, clinging to me. It feels so fucking good, having her pinned under me like this as I make her come for me. I only just manage to let her ride it out before I twist my hips, angling so I can slide inside of her and feel those last sweet spasms of her orgasm around my cock.