The Master (The Game Maker #2)(75)

The leather lead around his neck caught my attention. I sighed, “You had that on?”

“You wore those earrings, and I wore the key.”

“It drives me crazy to see it on you.”

He gave me his devilish grin. “I had an idea.” He lathered up a washcloth and gently scrubbed my forehead and cheeks.

I raised my face. “You gave me the earrings, but I didn’t give you the key.”

“In a way you did.”

Because I was participating in his kinks? “Hmm. Do you like me when I wear my belt?”

“Oh, I do.” The washcloth descended to my neck.

“You like me when I cook and sing?”

“I like you very much when you cook and sing.” He soaped up my breasts, his breaths coming quicker.

“Did you like me around your brother and your friends?”

“When you quipped that you were a thief of hearts, I would’ve sworn you are.”

“Aww. I like you too. I’ve learned about you.”

Had he tensed? “I wondered if others would speak of me to you.”

“Huh? Qué cosa? I’m talking about during our two weeks.” In a proud tone, I said, “If it’s past twelve, today is our anniversary. We met two weeks ago.” This was important—I wish I wasn’t slurring so much!

“Ah, so it is. And what have you learned?” He washed my belly, making the muscles trip.

“I can tell your real smiles from your fake ones. When you half-smile, you always curve the left corner of your lips. You don’t overpronate when you run. Your eyes get lively when you’re amused but also when your brain is engaged. You need your brain engaged as much as you need sex. You write the number seven with the sexiest little slash. I make you happy, and you can speed-read.”

“My clever Cat.” With his free hand, he stroked between my legs.

I sucked in a breath. “Natalie let it slip that you’re a member of a sex club in Paris.”

His fingers roved. “That’s true. Anyone who is rich enough and has those leanings is a member of Le Libertin. I’ll take you next week.”

“Can’t go. Or I’ll break rule number three.”

“You have rules, do you? How many?” His forefinger tickled my clit.

“S-six critical ones. If you follow the rules you live to fight another day.” He’d think I meant figuratively.

“Tell me about them, love.”

“If I tell you about the rules, I’d break rule number one. Besides, I need to talk to you about something else.”

“Of course. What is it?”

“You know how you said everybody wants something from you? I do too.”

“Yes, but with you, I’m very inclined to give. What can I get for you? A horse? You want Chestnut, don’t you? Easy enough.”

I rose on tiptoe, pulling him down to whisper at his ear, “I want you to have anal sex with me.”

He inhaled sharply. “I was already aching from the sight of you in those garters. And now bathing you? Don’t tease me further. I’m not made of stone, Katya.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re drunk. I’m not going to take advantage of you.” Yet even as he said this, his hand had wrapped around me to squeeze my ass.

“Jess said that being tipsy is okay for the first time, because I’ll be relaxed.”

“You discussed this with Jessica?”

“She said I was the only one at the wedding who hasn’t done it. She said that made me Amish. I’m not Amish. Yo soy católica. Kind of.”

A strained laugh. “I’m sure there are others who are . . . Amish at this wedding.”

“Your brother did it to Natalie—”

“Do not want to hear about that.”

“I used to have a friend whose boyfriend always encouraged her to go to girls’ night out, because she’d come home drunk and they’d get freaky. Can’t we be like that?”

“Katya . . .”

“I always do your kinks. And I’ve never asked you for anything. Do you realize that? Well, except for you to let me go.”

His shoulders stiffened under my palms.

“You did promise me you’d do this to me.” I grasped his hard cock, stroking as I whispered, “Please, mi amor, I know you’ll make it good.”

“I fear hurting you. I’d need to prepare you.”

“There’s bath oil on the ledge.” My hand dropped to his heavy balls, kneading them the way he had the night of my persuasion.

He groaned. “You’ll hate me in the morning.”

“I’ll hate you if you don’t.”

“Ah, Cat, you’ve just sealed your fate.” His tone reminded me of our first night, when he’d told me I was about to get f*cked hard.

Soon, I’d fulfill a fantasy! Sizzling thrills coursed through my veins, from my head to my toes, clearing some of the tequila’s fog. I wanted to experience every second fully.

He snagged the oil, then pulled me through the steam over to the shower’s wooden bench. “I want you to straddle me.” He sat, patting his thighs for me to join him.

When I stepped over one of his knees, he grabbed my ass, lifting me above his lap. “Hold on to my shoulders and lean into me. Wrap your arms around me.”