A look passed between them that drunk Silver couldn’t quite put her finger on. There was more than just attraction and lust bouncing back and forth between them now. There was something else, something stronger, something deeper. Only the whiskey wouldn’t let her think too hard about it or attempt to ask for anything besides “more orgasms, please.”

  But whatever spell or moment had been between them was broken when Warren piped up, “Make yourself comfortable. There’s water in the fridge, or root beer. Poutine on the table.” He bobbed his eyebrows up and down salaciously. Silver chuckled. “Or if you’re worried about scurvy and think you’re low on Vitamin C, I think I still have some oranges and apples in the fridge as well. I’ll call you when I’m ready for you.”

  Then without any further explanation, he walked away, leaving Silver standing there, a postcard-worthy backdrop behind her and drunk, whiskey-fueled worries cannoning inside her head.

  What the hell was he planning? Did he have a slew of ropes and chains, shackles and toys in his bedroom that he’d been using with various women the entire time he’d been in Canada? Was the mother story even true? Or was he some kinky weirdo who seduced women in hotel bars with pleasant chit-chat and burgers, gave them elevator orgasms only to lure them to his hotel room, where he suspended them from the ceiling and attached electric probes to their nipples?

  Silver’s eyes darted to the door. She could leave now and he wouldn’t know. Or would he? Would he chase her down the hallway when he realized she was gone, drag her back, kicking and screaming, then gag her before he suspended her and electrocuted her?

  Shit. She was trapped.

  So much for throwing caution to the wind and doing something reckless for once in her life. The good girl, the reliable girl, the teacher’s pet and straight-A student was finally trying to be a wild child, and here she’d gone and found a sexy Australian pervert who may or may not let her live after tonight. Why didn’t she just go skydiving instead?

  “Oh, Silver Belle,” Warren sang from what could only be the master bedroom.

  Oh no. This was it. She’d wasted all her fleeing time thinking about it rather than doing it. Now all she had left was screaming. Would anyone hear her?

  “Silver?” He wandered out, a sexy quirked eyebrow on his ruggedly handsome face. “Silver, come on, angel. Time to start … taking.” He reached for her hand, and that’s when she noticed he’d rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt and a tattoo on his forearm was peeking out. It was beautiful.

  She took his hand. “What does your tattoo mean?”

  His smile was placid and sweet as he dropped her hand and ran his fingers over the dark black ink. “It’s a stingray, done in the traditional French Polynesian style. My brothers and I each have one. It means protection. And under it, it says ‘Family.’ I haven’t known my brothers for very long, and we have a sister out there, too, somewhere, that we’re trying to find. But now that we have each other, now that we’re building this family we didn’t even know existed, we’re protecting it with everything we have. Everything we are.”

  Holy shit. Not only was he sexy, had a wicked tongue and apparently knew his way around money (given the hotel suite she was currently in), but he was also a family man. Loyal and devoted Maybe he wasn’t going to suspend her from the ceiling and electrocute her. Hopefully.

  He reached for her hand again. “But enough about that. Tonight is not about me. It’s about you, right?”

  He led her through the master bedroom. Thankfully, there was no sadistic paraphernalia strewn about. Silver let out an internal sigh of relief. Then they continued on into the bathroom. It was dark, with only a handful of candles providing light. The room smelled sweet and spicy and oh so inviting. It was a bubble bath. He’d run her a bubble bath. And in the deepest, most luxurious soaker tub Silver had ever seen. She placed her purse down on the large vanity.

  “Do you need help with your dress?” he asked, not an ounce of suave in his voice. Just plain curiosity. “Or can you manage on your own? Should I leave you to it?”

  Silver spun around to gape at him. He wasn’t getting in with her?

  He lifted one eyebrow. “What?”

  Her eyes fell back to the inviting bubbles and warm water. “Ah, uh … you want me to have a bath?”

  The look he gave her made her instantly feel stupid. “Yeah. You don’t want to?”

  “I just thought … ”

  “You said you wanted to be worshipped, Silver. It’s not just my tongue between your legs all night that’s part of the worshipping. You’ve had a rough day. You deserve to be pampered. Relax a bit. Let the water dissolve your tension.”

  “Where are you going to be?”

  He hooked his thumb over his shoulder and pointed out the door. “Living room. I have a few emails I need to catch up on. Just call if you need anything.”

  She swallowed. “Okay.”

  He made to go but then stopped. “Can you get out of that dress on your own, or do you need a hand?”

  She spun around and showed him her back. “I need some help, please.”

  His fingers grazed her back, and a shiver sprinted through her body. Air whooshed from her lungs when she realized she’d been holding her breath. The sudden feeling of freedom, of comfort swamped her as the dress slowly loosened around her. It’d been tight. Almost too tight. She’d been busting her ass at the gym to fit into it perfectly, and she had, but her aunt had tied that bastard tight. Every time Warren loosened the ties, his fingers would gently, seductively brush her back, and she’d fight down the gasp inside of her. They were just his knuckles, it was just her back, he’d just had his mouth on her in the elevator, and yet something about this moment, Warren undressing her from her wedding gown, was one of the most erotic things she’d ever experienced.

  She cupped her breasts when she felt the dress begin to slip away. He’d seen far more intimate parts of her, and yet instinct had her covering up. Why? Wasn’t tonight about taking a chance? Doing something for herself, being reckless? She’d never done a damn adventurous thing in her life, never even skinny-dipped. That needed to change. She released her breasts, allowing the dress to fall around her ankles in a whisper of tulle. Then she turned around again to face Warren wearing nothing but her shredded nylons and panties.

  His Adam’s apple bobbed heavy in his throat, and she licked her lips. He still hadn’t even kissed her. She wanted to know what he tasted like. What his lips, his neck, his …

  “You’re beautiful, Silver.”

  She sucked on her bottom lip. “Are those emails really that important? Or might you join me?” She glanced over her shoulder. “That’s an awfully big tub for just one person.”

  His smile made her pussy clench and her nipples pebble. She glanced down at her breasts, and sure enough, her nipples were hard, painful red points, just aching for his mouth. Warren’s gaze meandered there, too.

  “One quick orgasm to help you relax,” he said, sinking to his knees. “Prop your leg up on the counter there, angel.” He parted her lips with his finger and kissed her clit. Her entire body jolted alive.

  Less than three minutes later, because Warren knew what he was doing, and she was coming. He stood up and helped her put her leg back on the floor. “Feel better?” he asked.

  All Silver could do was nod and swallow. Her mind was spinning. It should be illegal for a man to be that good at something like that. Before she knew what she was doing, she reached for his hand. She wanted him to stay.

  He grabbed her hand and turned it palm up. His lips landed on her wrist. “You need to relax,” he said slowly. “Take this time for yourself. I’ll be just outside if you need me.” And then before she could reach for him again and strip him of his clothing, he released her hand, turned on his heel and was out the door, leaving her standing there naked, horny and confused.

  Chapter four

  Warren

  It’d damn near killed him to leave Silver, gloriously naked with her perfect breasts and rocking body, in the bathroom like that. His cock was certainly pitching a royal fit inside his jeans. But she needed this time to herself. She needed to sober up a bit more and make sure that what she’d asked of him in the bar a couple of hours ago was what she truly wanted. If she decided when she got out of the bathtub that she just wanted to go home, he’d give her some clothes, call her a cab and escort her downstairs. But if she didn’t, if she still wanted him, he was going to keep her all weekend and make her come harder than she’d ever come in her life. He wanted her ass red, her nipples chafed and her voice hoarse by the time he caught his flight on Tuesday. And Silver was supposed to be on her honeymoon right now; whatever the woman did for work, she was on vacation and had plenty of time to lie in his bed for the next three days and come all over his face.

  He poured himself another root beer and adjusted his cock in his jeans. The bastard was getting ready to burn a hole right through the denim. He needed a distraction.

  Wandering over to the couch, he sat down and brought out his phone. There were three emails, all from his brothers. Two from Tate and one from Gavin. The one from Gavin simply said, “Call me, I hate email.”

  He dialed his brother. What on earth could possibly be so important it couldn’t be said in an email or wait until he got back to Moorea in a few days?

  “Hey!” Gavin answered. “How’s the trip?”

  “Great. And about to get better.”

  “You getting laid?”

  “Hoping to. What’s up?”

  “Dude!” There was a pause. Warren’s shoulders relaxed. He’d been nervous. He and Gavin were working on a big project together, and any time Gavin emailed or called, Warren was always worried it was going to be about something awful. A brick wall or a problem impeding their efforts to get their new resort underway. But his brother’s tone did not sound ominous. If anything, it was … giddy? “Dude,” he said again, “Hettie’s pregnant!”

  “Oh!”

  “Oh? Oh? Fucking congratulate me. I’m going to be a dad!”

  “Oh, um. Yeah, of course, congratulations! Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting this news when you demanded I call you.”

  “I want to tell people in person. Can you believe it?”

  “That’s pretty awesome, man. Congratulations,” Warren replied with a bit more gusto to his voice this time. He’d only known Gavin for a short while, but the two had become close immediately. They were a lot alike, driven, passionate and focused. He liked … loved both his brothers, but Gavin and he were closer in age and seemed to want the same things. Tate was already well established, had a growing family and was pretty much in retirement mode, although he still ran his billion-dollar resort and conducted business. But the amount of time he and his kids spent at the beach left Warren wondering how much Tate could be making if he still worked full-time.

  “That’s a better response.” Gavin chuckled. “You’ll get there one day, man. Wife, babies. Tate says it’s better than having a butt-load of money, and I think I’m starting to agree with him.”

  Warren snorted. He wasn’t there yet. He still had a lot of plans and goals. Maybe in ten years, he’d think about getting married. But kids? He wasn’t sold on them yet.

  “When you coming home?” Gavin asked.

  “My flight leaves Tuesday afternoon.”

  “Cool. You got a girl in your bed right now, bro?”

  “Bathtub.”

  “Nice.”

  “She is.”

  “’K, I’ll leave you to it. Remember to wrap it up. Unless you want us to become dads at the same time.” Gavin’s chuckle was equal parts evil and cheeky.

  Warren rolled his eyes. “Thanks. I’ll try to remember that.”

  “Later.”

  “Later.”

  They hung up, and Warren shook his head. But then it hit him. He didn’t have any condoms.

  Shit!

  Could he call the concierge service and have them send some up? In theory, based on who he was, he could get the concierge to do anything he asked. But he didn’t really need them tonight; he’d made Silver a promise, and he fully intended to keep it. As much as his cock was protesting, he wasn’t going to get off, and he was going to give her all the orgasms she could handle and then some. But tomorrow, all bets were off.

  Fuck, he needed rubbers.

  He walked over to the phone on the wall and picked it up. He was about to dial downstairs when the most beautiful sing-song voice from the bathroom called to him like a siren on a cliff.

  “Warren … ” she sang.

  He put the phone back and ran, actually ran the short distance to the bathroom. But he stopped himself just before she could see him, set his lips into a cocky smirk and then casually rounded the corner.

  Well, fuck me. Tonight is going to be a hell of a lot harder than I thought.

  His dick throbbed painfully against his pelvic bone.

  She was exquisite. Lying there in the bubbles, her hair still pinned up, exposing that luscious neck, her breasts bobbing all soapy in the water. He’d never seen anything so fucking beautiful in his life.

  “You rang, m’lady?” he said jokingly. “More peeled grapes? Perhaps a palm frond to fan you with?”

  Her eyes drifted up to his from where she’d been staring into the bubbles. “My night you said? My night to take? To get whatever I want?”

  His throat bobbed. Where was she going with this? “That’s what I said. That’s what you asked for.”

  “Then what I want is for you to get into this tub with me.”

  Fuck, she was something.

  One sculpted eyebrow lifted on her forehead. “Now.”

  She didn’t have to tell him twice. His jeans were off and his shirt tossed to the floor in less than thirty seconds. Then he just stood there, hard as fuck, naked as fuck and waiting for her to tell him to get into the water and what to do. He’d never been a submissive before. Never submitted in life, let alone the bedroom, but something about Silver told him she needed this right now. She needed the control. And she’d told him flat out that she wanted to take without guilt. He could give her that.

  Her eyes were pinned to his cock. Without lifting her gaze, she ordered him to get in.

  He stepped up the tile stairs and then swung his leg over the side. It wasn’t the most graceful entry, but he wasn’t sure there was one. She leaned forward, encouraging him to slip behind her.

  Oh, for fuck’s sake. His cock nestled right next to her ass. He had willpower, lots of it, and he was a gentleman, but having those perfect little round mounds knocking his already pulsing dick was going to be absolute torture.

  But he did as she wanted and slipped in behind her silky frame. She was small. Smaller than he remembered. The big, poufy Q-tip dress had made her seem so much bigger. But yet now, here, in his arms, she seemed almost doll-like. Long limbs, narrow waist, curvy hips. She was fucking perfect.

  With a breathy and feminine sigh, she collapsed her back against his chest. He couldn’t stop himself, and he smelled her hair. Fuck, even that smelled incredible.

  “What do you do for work, Warren?” she asked, breaking the silence and startling him.

  “You first.”

  “I’m a kindergarten teacher.”

  Well, if that didn’t make her all the more adorable and sexy. He could just picture her in jeans and a blouse with finger paint on her cheek as she and twenty kids held hands and sang “The Wheels on the Bus” or something.

  “You like kids, then?”

  “Love them. You?”

  “I’ve got nieces and a nephew I like. And my other brother just told me his wife is pregnant.”

  “But you don’t want your own?”

  She couldn’t see him, thank God, because he was pretty sure the expression on his face was pure terror. This conversation had turned serious real fast.

  “I dunno yet. I know I’m crazy-busy with work and don’t have time for a relationship or starting a family right now. Maybe in like ten years. But for now, work is my wife. Work is my baby.”

  She was quiet for a moment. Warren shifted awkwardly behind her. It didn’t matter how he positioned himself, his cock just kept finding the crack of her sweet ass and setting up camp.

  “Hmm? So what do you do for work? Are you some super-secret spy? Is that how you can afford the penthouse at one of the hippest and chicest hotels in the city?”

  Ah, work. A territory he was much more comfortable with.

  “I’m afraid it’s not nearly as exciting as a super-secret spy. I’m in real estate and hospitality is all. But my brothers and I are working on a super-secret project that I can’t discuss at the moment. So there is that.”

  “A real estate mogul, hmm?” She shimmied in front of him. He gritted his teeth.

  “More like mentee. They’ve brought me into the fold and are mentoring me.”

  “I’m guessing you’re a quick study, though.”

  “I’d like to think so,” he murmured. He couldn’t stop himself; her neck was calling to him. He had to. Bending forward, he kissed that decadent spot where her neck and shoulder met. She tasted like honey.

  “Touch me.” She sighed.

  He growled behind her. Was she always this bossy? Hmm, they might have a power struggle come tomorrow when he resumed his position as a top.

  “You always this bossy?” he asked with a chuckle, bringing his hands around to cup her buoyant breasts as they bobbed in the water. They were the perfect size. Just a bit bigger than a handful.

  She sighed again and pressed her ass harder against his shaft. “No, never.”

  “Good. Because I’m a bossy fucker, especially in the bedroom. Can’t have two tops.”

  He pulled on her hard, perky nipples, stretching them just far enough until she gasped from the pain. He rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, loving how hard they grew from his touch, her moans music to his ears.

  “You have great tits,” he murmured, his mouth next to her ear. “And this ass. Are you sure you’re not a dominatrix on the weekends? Because you’ve perfected the art of torture.”

  She giggled. Normally he hated it when women giggled. He liked a husky laugh, a deep and womanly laugh, but Silver’s giggle didn’t bother him. It just made him harder.

 

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