Page 253 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

I dropped my head back down, and I could see her dainty feet with bubblegum pink painted toes briefly before she walked out from in front of me. I could hear the rustling of something as well as a slight clanging and I knew whatever she was getting was on the metal tray beside the bed.

A few more seconds of silence followed, then I felt something cool touch my skin and I realized she was dribbling oil of some sort onto me. The scent of coconut filled the air, and I knew I’d always associate the fruit with this night forevermore. I closed my eyes while forcing my breath to settle.

She was now working one ankle and calf with her hands which felt more amazing than I’d ever imagined it would. Everything right now was innocent, but that would change the higher up her magical fingers went. From time to time, she would dribble more of the oil onto my leg or the back of my knee as she made her way to my thighs.

When she reached the very top, I stiffened in anticipation, but she didn’t touch me where I ached to feel her hands the most. She was silent as she started down my other thigh, making sure to relish the same treatment to it that she had my other leg. By the time she reached my knee, I heard her softly clear her throat.

“Is everything good so far?”

“Yes,” I answered. “This would be even better if I could hear that sweet voice of yours, though. Your words can distract me.”

“Distract you from what?”

Something told me this woman was a vixen at heart, but her innocence in moments like this was sexy as hell. I wanted to corrupt her... to torment her... to ruin her... and I suspected that one night I’d accomplish it all and more.

“All I can picture is your mouth on my dick. Hearing you speak distracts me from it.”

“Oh,” was all she said at first. “I suppose I can answer some of your earlier questions.” Even I had forgotten what they were until she continued. “My dream is to expand my chain of luxury spas. I want to bring them to all the big cities like New York City, Chicago, and Los Angeles. I’ve worked very hard in Denver to build a brand, and one day, I hope more of the country can see it.”

“I’m sure they will,” I murmured. I liked women with ambition, and she had it in spades. Most of them that I knew would be satisfied to have found the success that she had here, but not Shelby. It was admirable.

“I used to hope to find a way to catch your eye.”

“Why me?” I asked curiously.

“You’re different than a lot of the other men here. Some just want to collect notches on their bedposts, while others want to just inflict pain on someone willing.”

“And you think I’m not interested in the same?” I asked, and her hands stilled momentarily before she continued working them down my calf.

“Partially, but it’s not the only thing you want. I’ve noticed you for several weeks, watching and waiting for an opportunity to meet you. As you can tell, I’m not the most comfortable with men I barely know. Despite you being a bad boy, I still wanted to meet you.”

“A bad boy, huh?” I asked with a chuckle. “I want to do very bad things to you so you’re probably right about that assumption.”

“I knew it,” she said in amusement, and I could hear her smile even though I couldn’t see it. “I do have a few fears, too.”

“Such as?”

“I’m terrified of heights, needles, and storms.”

“A lot of common phobias,” I responded.

“I get heart palpitations just thinking about being anywhere too high to jump to safety, and I get physically ill at the very thought of needles, although I wish I didn’t because I love tattoos. It’s fear that has kept me from getting one, and likely will forever.”

“Makes sense now as to why it’s a hard limit of yours.”

“Storms scare me probably more than anything else. I never encountered many of them growing up, so by the time I moved to Colorado, I got a rude awakening in each of the four seasons. I’m afraid of drowning which would explain why I hate floods so much. I’m also a bit claustrophobic so the very idea of being caught in an avalanche is frightening, but tornadoes terrify me most. The thunder, lightning, and uncontrollable fury of one reminds me...”

“Reminds you of what?” I prompted when she stopped mid-sentence.

“Nothing. It just scares me.”

I suspected she was not being truthful, but she had moved back up my body and was now sliding her hand between my legs. Usually, I silenced a woman by touching her in this way, but a little reverse role-play wouldn’t hurt at this moment. In fact, it felt fucking amazing as her slick hands ran up and down my shaft. It was lying straight down, and I wanted so badly to turn around so she could have full access. I pushed those thoughts away, intending to go with the flow.

“Your hands are like magic,” I offered up, then added. “I bet your mouth will be, too.”

“I am skilled in that way,” she replied, then began to tighten her grip on me.

We both grew silent outside of a groan here and there as she practically worked me to an orgasm, then moved away before I could give in to one. She dribbled more oil onto my ass cheeks and lower back this time, and I let her continue her work.

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