They own my heart. Both of them.
She heard footsteps in the hallway and then Patrick walked in, wearing his bathrobe and carrying another glass of sangria and a plate of food.
“You didn’t have to bring the food to me, Patrick. I could’ve gotten out and joined you at the table.”
Patrick smiled. “This is part of my master plan of seduction, Luce.”
A giggle escaped her. “Your master plan of seduction?”
“Yes.” He sat on the outer corner of the tub and leaned back against the wall before spearing a bite of the steak and holding the fork out to her. She reached up to take it from him but he stopped her. “Let me feed you.”
She sighed and said, “You’re like something from a romance novel, Patrick Owen. Stop it before you spoil me completely.”
“Remember me saying that you spend your time taking care of others? This is me taking care of you. Now try this and tell me if it’s cooked right.”
She made yummy noises as she chewed the tender bite of medium-rare steak and said, “It’s perfect.”
She sipped from her sangria and watched him take a bite, stretched out beside her on the tub ledge. She could see the rigid line of his cock at his hip but he ignored it as he fed her, taking his time and watching her lips close over the fork each time. He smiled as he watched her take what he offered her.
They sat and talked while he fed her bites of steak, asparagus, and baked potato until her stomach was full and her skin had gotten pruney from the bath.
“Be right back,” he said after they were done eating and the wineglasses were empty. He returned with a refilled glass for her and got a fluffy bath towel from the linen closet. He held it open and murmured, “Stand and I’ll dry you off, baby.” She stood and saw the heat in his eyes flare as the water and bubbles sluiced down her body. Heat swamped her when he unashamedly whispered, “Damn.”
Just like that, her senses were flooded with arousal.
He came close and wrapped the towel around her and smiled at her as he lifted her from the tub and placed her on the bathmat. He didn’t have to do that, and she would’ve said so, except she could see in his eyes that he enjoyed it.
His hooded gaze was warm on her skin as he patted her dry, taking extra time to dry her breasts and her ass, and between her legs, until her pussy burned and tingled with need.
She followed him into the bedroom and was pleased to see that he’d lit candles again. He’d really gone out of his way to make the evening special. She hoped that she had the opportunity to do something special for them soon, in return.
He took her by the hand and led her to the bed. He stroked the curls that had come loose from her clip over her shoulder and kissed her. “I’m going to try my hand at giving you a massage. You always take care of everybody else’s aches and pains and I want to make you feel good.”
“You know that Madeleine and I are trading massages once or twice a month now, right?”
“Yes, I know. And I’m glad. But I’ve been researching erotic massage. I thought you’d like to give it a try.”
He gave her a tender look that warmed her from the roots of her hair to the soles of her feet. “You’d do that?”
“That…and more. But first, I need a taste.”
A wide smile crossed her face and she said, “Of what?”
“I think you know what, little tiger. On the bed.” He directed her to lie back with her shoulders at the end of the bed, so she was looking up at him, upside down. He stripped off his robe and stood over her, his cock jutting out, so big and hard.
She reached up to stroke the underside of his balls, which were nearly within licking distance if he’d only come a little closer.
He caught her hand and whispered. “You always want to work when we’re trying to pleasure you. Lay still and lift your feet up.”
She did as he asked and he took her feet in his hands, stroking her insteps and then gently circling her ankles.
“Relax for me, Luce. I’ve got you,” he rasped as he lifted her feet slowly over her shoulders so that her knees were near her shoulders, displaying every bit of her to him. “Damn, I love this beautiful pussy,” he said as he stroked the pad of his thumb along her throbbing lips.
His touch set off a flurry of convulsions deep within her and she squirmed to have more of his touch.
“Hold still, angel,” he growled as he leaned a thigh against her shoulder, to anchor her shoulders on the bed as he lifted her ass. Doing so put her mouth in perfect position for sixty-nine and she didn’t wait for permission. She tongued the underside of his balls and then took his head in her mouth as he laid his tongue and his lips against her pussy.