Buy My Soul (Sixty Days 2)

More lace, absolutely. The clothes were decadent in their styling, but they were different tonight.

White lace mixed with satin. Trails of fabric fit to cover so much more than the babydoll previous. He held up the straps of the dress he’d selected, and it was beautiful. Sexy but beautiful.

“Shower first,” he said when I reached for the straps.

I nodded. “Of course, sir.”

I got to my feet and wasn’t expecting him to take my hand and lead me so delicately through to the bathroom. I definitely wasn’t expecting the way he cast his own jacket aside and took to his shirt buttons. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sculpted plains of muscle as he revealed himself under the hard lights. He was smiling a smile I hadn’t seen from him before when he turned the shower on and gestured me in.

The water felt amazing against my bruised skin. Its warmth was incredible, the pound of the flow on my shoulders enough to make me grin.

My eyes were closed when I felt him step in beside me. My breath hitched as his chest pressed tight to my back, his arms snaking round to grip my waist and hold me firm.

His mouth pressed to the nape of my neck, his lips against wet hair as the cascade kept on coming, and I couldn’t hold it back, my gasp was everything as I pushed back for more, my body straining for greater contact with every scrap of want inside me.

His fingers trailed up my ribs, between my bruised breasts to glide across my collar bone and clear the hair from my neck.

“Tonight is going to be quite a show,” he told me. “I hope you’re ready.”

My nod made his lips tickle my skin. “Yes, sir. I’m ready, sir.”

The swell of him was tight between my ass cheeks, compelling enough that I clenched my thighs on repeat just to feel the spark.

“Be careful,” he said. “Ask for my touch too early and you’ll regret it later when exhaustion hits.”

But I’d never regret it later. I’d never regret asking for his touch, no matter how savage that touch may be when it came.

“Please,” I whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the water. “Please, sir.”

He didn’t take time to consider my request. He spun me in a beat, tipping my chin up to his sharp enough that my heart jumped in my chest.

It was his eyes. The want in them reflecting right back at me. Not just cold and calculated, but brimming with rawness underneath. Brimming with more than the hardness of wanting to consume my body and own it with his.

I didn’t dare draw any conclusions of what I saw reflected right back at me in that moment. I didn’t dare swim away with my own fairytale ideals of what it would look like for a dark knight like him to fall for a girl like me.

“No cameras here,” he said. “I’m surprised at your desire for the unpaid overtime.”

“No cameras,” I mirrored. “Just you.”

“And that’s what you want, little girl?”

My nod came easily. “Just you, sir. Just you and me.”

I was hoping he’d be grabbing me hard and making me take my fill when he leaned in close and reached behind me, but instead he took hold of a shampoo bottle.

His fingers were amazing on my scalp, his hard on digging into my belly as he lathered me up. He was surprisingly gentle as he teased the foam through to the ends, careful to cover every strand before pushing my head back under the flow to rinse me clean.

He didn’t stop there. He was incredible as he worked soapy bodywash all over my skin. He dropped to his knees to ensure my legs were covered well, then pressed his nose to the tenderness between my legs before running his tongue right across the sweet spot.

I couldn’t hold back from reaching down and running my fingers in his hair, holding him closer than I should have ever dared as he continued his efforts.

“Are you sore, sweetheart?” he asked, and I felt his eyes on my face as I nodded. “Should I stop until the cameras call for action?”

“No,” I said. “Please, sir. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

My legs were weak as he pushed two fingers in deep, but I loved it. I loved it enough that I moaned like the wanton slut he was turning me into.

I don’t know how I kept my footing as he hooked the pressure on the perfect spot inside and paired it up with his perfect mouth on my clit. I don’t know how I avoided tumbling flat onto my back and begging for more as he pushed me harder, spread me wider, teased me in ways I’d never been teased before as my fingers kept hold of his scalp.