Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon(28)
He took her other leg, running the soap along it, her skin so warm and soft beneath his hands. How could he disapprove of any action of hers? She was exquisite. No man could resist her charms, least of all him.
“You could join me?” she suggested and though he wanted to Andros shook his head.
“We have no time.”
“We have all night, don’t we?”
“No. You are to accompany me to a dinner.”
She blew some bubbles from her fingers and nodded slowly. “That’s why you sent the woman?”
“Indeed.”
Frowning and lifted one arm for him to wash. “But I thought we agreed we would just…”
“Just?”
She shrugged. “Fuck.”
How he wanted to. “This is unavoidable, a business meeting, and it makes sense for you to come.”
“Why?”
“Because it will be dull, and I can amuse myself by imagining my cock deep in your throat,” Andros admitted. If part of him was hoping to shock her, he was disappointed. She laughed delightedly.
“Ah, I see.”
“I have many such meetings,” he said, “and often I take a woman with me.”
“And do you amuse yourself by throat fucking them?”
Andros shrugged, sure that Lyra would not want to know the answer to that, since women were often jealous, were they not? And she was fire enough without that added complication. “Sometimes.”
She blew some more bubbles. One settled on his hand. “I bet. You just call them up, huh, and they come running?”
“If needs be,” he said. “And yes, they always do. Only now I have you to accompany me.”
“I’m not your girlfriend, though.”
“No,” he agreed. “You are one better.”
“How so?”
“It occurs to me that when you suggested our arrangement, my immediate response was no,” Andros said, the thoughts that had nudged him all day giving him another jolt. “I did not like the thought of having a woman in my keeping,” He waved a hand. “Not because of the morals behind it. I have no issue with that.”
“You’re sure? Because I wondered about that.”
“I’m sure. You are, as you said, using your considerable talents for your own benefit. How could I disapprove of that? It would be hypocritical. God knows not everything I have done over the years has been strictly legitimate. Not in the early days at least.”
“You’re known as ruthless,” she said slowly, lifting herself slightly out of the water so that her rosy nipples were evident. His stomach muscles clenched, and when he spoke it was through gritted teeth.
“Yes, one has to be in business.”
“And in your personal life too.”
Andros took one nipple between his fingers, watching, almost in fascination, as it budded immediately. “Yes, that too is true. But now there is you, and with a day to think it over, the idea has grown on me. You know exactly where we stand, what I expect, just as I know what you expect. There are no falsehoods between us, no unrealistic expectations. Yes, the more I consider it, the more comfortable I am with our arrangement.”
She smiled some more and arched her back. “That makes me happy. You know what’d make me even happier?
“Tell me.”
“Your cock, my throat…”
Andros laughed, completely, and abruptly, fascinated by the idea of filling her mouth and watching her eyes widen as she struggled with his length. “We have no time,” he said, even as his cock throbbed. “We need to leave in a half hour. I had planned to get here sooner, but by the time I went home and changed, well, time escaped me.”
She pouted and he leaned forward to bite along her lower lip.
“Do not tempt me, Rossa. When I fuck your mouth, I do not want to have to worry about appointments and meetings. I want to take my time.”
The pout turned into a sigh and she sat up, her skin all wet and pink, her hair curling in little strands around her shoulders. “So is tonight an official mistress duty then?”
“It is.”
“Then I will get ready. You should leave or else I will tempt you into staying.”
When she emerged from the bedroom fifteen minutes later Andros immediately regretted not mouth fucking her. She looked…were there even words? Her hair was loose, tumbling down her back and shoulders, caressing her skin. In the dim light of the room it looked like burned copper, but he knew once it was under brighter lights it would be shockingly red.
She wore a pink dress, hot pink, and it shimmied around the tops of her thighs, leaving inch after inch of bare leg on display. Heels finished off the look, and just like last night, they were huge, adding several inches to her height. A wrap was laid over her back and arms; it too was pink.