Page 44 of Wicked Heiress

He pulled me onto his lap, resting his hand on my thigh. “Wanna get in the hot tub with me?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

Rhys lifted me in his arms and threw me over his shoulder. I giggled, and he smacked my ass, finding ways to touch me on the way to the natatorium.

Rhys set me down in front of the hot tub. He pulled his shirt over his head, and I stripped off my sundress, standing before him in a black bra and panties.

I watched as he shoved down his pants. His body was like a work of art, contoured and perfectly tanned. He removed his shoes and clothing, including his boxer briefs.

Rhys winked. “Your turn.”

I kept on my bra and panties because Willow, Mark, or the twins could have caught us out here. Maybe even some of the staff who lived on the premises.

“Don’t be shy.” Rhys gave me a cocky smirk. “Let me see that gorgeous body.”

I glanced around the room, reminded of the cameras in each corner. “We’re being filmed.”

“Who cares?”

I got into the water, and he followed, hooking his arm around me to put me on his lap. The warm, bubbly water felt amazing on my skin, and with Rhys touching me, my skin was on fire.

He ran his fingers through my hair and yanked on the ends as his lips crashed into mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. He tasted like mint toothpaste and smelled of spicy cologne. Clutching the back of my head, he deepened the kiss, digging his fingers into my hips. Then, he got more aggressive, pressing his cock into my stomach.

I rocked my hips and rubbed against his shaft, desperate to create more friction. He took that as an invitation to put his hand in my panties.

He pushed two fingers into me and groaned. “You’re always so wet for me.”

His fingers slid in and out of me, and several moans fell from my lips, his name coming out in strangled breaths. I curled my hand around his shaft and gave him a few strokes, needing to make him feel good.

“Dammit, princess.”

It wasn’t long before I was coming, and so was Rhys.

Rhys kissed my lips, breathing hard. “Wanna take this upstairs?”

I was about to respond when his cell phone dinged. He grabbed his pants and removed the phone from the pocket. I leaned over his arm to read the message on the screen.

Cole

Alex is safe. I’ll be home within the hour.

How’s Grace?

Rhys

Thoroughly satisfied :)

“Rhys.” I slapped his arm. “Stop provoking Cole.”

He rolled his broad shoulders, a grin plastered on his lips. “I can’t help it, princess. He makes it too easy.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

COLE

After the longest twenty-four hours of my life, I didn’t want to shower or sleep.

I wanted to see Grace.

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