Page 60 of Master of My Heart

Sabrina smiled and wondered if she’d be lucky enough to try them tonight.

“Let’s get cleaned up.” He took her hand and led her down a paneled hallway to a huge master bedroom. The king-sized bed sat along one wall, an enormous marble fireplace set into the opposite wall. Long, gray curtains hung along the wall in between, making her assume there were windows hidden behind. “I probably should have asked earlier, but do you have clothes to change into? If you don’t, I can find something.”

Sabrina bit her lip, scolding herself for not thinking of that. “I have an extra pair of sweats in my dance bag.” Which she’d left in the car.

Aiden led her into a massive bathroom. The walls were covered in tiny glass and ceramic tiles, giving the room an art-deco feel. A claw-foot tub stood along the far wall, a huge glass-enclosed shower next to it.

“Wow,” she murmured. “This is beautiful.”

“Thanks.” Aiden leaned against the marble vanity. “It’s not a huge place, but it’ll work for a couple months.”

“Where do you normally live?”

“LA. Have a nice big house out there. But that’s not easy to find out here. Besides, I like living in the city. The park and gardens are just down the street, and it has a neat energy to it.”

Sabrina couldn’t disagree. “It is a beautiful city.”

Aiden grinned and nodded toward the shower. “I’ll leave you to it. If you need any help...” He winked. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”

“My bag is in the car...”

He nodded. “I’ll have Rowan get it.”

She chewed her lip for a moment. “You can bring it in when he does.”

Aiden’s eyebrows rose almost to his hairline. “You sure?”

Sabrina was both appalled and excited about her own boldness. She simply nodded, not able to speak.

He nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him.

She turned on the shower, then undressed and stood under the spray. The hot water felt wonderful, soothing her tired muscles. She closed her eyes and let the water roll over her body, imagining Aiden’s hands rubbing soap all over her.

The bathroom door opened and closed. She was facing away from the door and didn’t turn, even as she sensed his eyes on her. Her breath caught in her throat. His desire for her was palpable, which turned her on even more. She deliberately reached up and undid her bun, letting her hair cascade down her back in waves, then gave a little moan of pleasure as she smoothed it under the water.

He cleared his throat. “I have your bag.” His voice was faint over the sound of the water.

She turned and stood boldly, watching him trail his gaze across her body. She knew she was attractive. She knew how to stand to make the most of her figure, and the growing bulge in his pants told her she was doing it right.

Her training took over at that moment and she arched a brow. “You wanna help?”

His eyes widened as he dropped her bag to the floor. He grinned and began to undress. Sabrina turned away again, making him think she was ignoring him, but she was keenly aware of what he was doing.

Cool air rushed into the enclosure when he entered. He stood behind her and pressed his hot body against hers. Desire rushed through her, making her a little dizzy, but she was determined to enjoy herself. She knew he was the kind of man who slept with a woman, expecting nothing more than the physical act. No strings, no relationship, no emotions. He was used to getting what he wanted and leaving it there. And that was exactly what she wanted. Pure, unadulterated lust. Satisfy her physical needs and get on with her life.

She turned and ran her hands up his hard, wet chest. He slid his hands down her waist and hips and cupped her ass, pulling her against him, his rock-hard cock twitching between them. He leaned down and captured her lips, his tongue demanding entry into her mouth. She complied and opened to him, both moaning softly. She loved the feel of his body against her own, loved the knowledge that he was hard for her. She longed to feel him inside her and shivered at the thought.

He kissed down her neck and moved his hands up to caress her breasts. It felt good, but she wanted more. She wrapped her hands around his impressive girth and stroked. “Fuck me,” she whispered. His cock twitched in her hand.

“You don’t want more foreplay?” he asked, confusion in his eyes.

She grinned. “Not this time.”

He laughed. “You think there’ll be more than one?”

“Don’t you?”

He pressed her against the cool tile wall and she gasped. “We’ll have to see how this time goes,” he said, giving her a rather charming grin. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself to him. He let her slide down his torso until she felt him at her entrance. When he stopped, she wiggled her hips, wanting him inside her. “Want something?” he asked, his voice husky and eyes dark with passion.

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