Page 58 of Brazen Deceits

Chapter 25

Walker

Ifinish up my SOS text, RJ promising to make it happen, before following Clara into the bathroom.

She’s already sprawled in the warm water, her hair piled on top of her head, those gentle curves on display, demanding I touch them, worship them. Some part of me screams to run, to get away while I still can. This is too much. She’s absolutely alluring, and she’s not mine.

But then she smiles at me, and I know I can’t leave. I did it once, and the only way I could stay away was by not even being in the same building as her, let alone the same room. She’s a vice I can’t quit, one that I’m not even sure I want to.

“Are you just going to stand there watching? If so, I might need to come up with a show,” she says, her eyes bright as she stares at me. Goddamn. She’s exquisite.

“As nice as that offer is, I think I have a better one,” I say, rubbing my palms against my pants, before turning to thecounter and pouring her another glass of wine. The bottle is almost gone as I dribble the last into my goblet, trying to force my brain to get in sync with my body.

I wish I were the kind of guy who could fuck someone and walk away. But I can’t. It’s all or nothing for me. And I already gave her my all.

It’s not enough. I’m never enough, never the one standing on the podium, gold medal in my hand. I’m always good, never the best. And for once in my life, I want to be the best, the only, the winner.

But that’s not what she wants. She wants to play, to experiment, to spread her wings. If only I didn’t want that for her, too. If only I didn’t see her with all my best friends, see her beating her wings, dragging them up with her, all of us growing, rising to her challenges, becoming something so much better. If only I were blind, it wouldn’t bother me so much.

But it’s not even the sharing, not really. I keep flashing back to her pressed between Jansen and me, her face flushed as she took everything she needed from the two of us. It was so fucking hot. I can’t wait to do it again, without interruptions this time. And she deserves it, all of it, all of them.

I just, I guess, I want to be the best. Number one. Top dog.

I want to be a possessive asshole.

Forcing a smile on my face, I turn around, setting her goblet next to her. I take in the curve of her neck, the tendrils of hair that have escaped her bun, curling down her chest and spiraling across her breasts. God, her breasts are so sensitive that my fingers itch to play with them, to make her moan, to hear her scream.

“Mind if I join you?” I ask, my battle with myself already lost. I want her. She wants me. It’s simple, Walker. No need to make it a bigger deal than it is.

Her lips curve up, a spark of mischief in her eyes. “If you ask nicely, there might be a small corner available in here.”

Something feral flares in my chest with her teasing. The urge to bend her to my will, to win her with pleasure, floods me. I’ll prove to her I’m better. I’ll be the best at making her come apart. Incomparable. I can see it in my mind, played out like I’ve already made her scream my name until she’s hoarse.

Letting my hand drift into the water and circle one of her nipples, I wait for her to blink slowly. Knowing she’s ready for more, I tweak it, and she hums. More. She needs more.

Leaning down, I trace my tongue along the rim of her ear, nipping at the lobe as I tug on her nipple, a whimper escaping her open mouth. Better. Sweeping in with my tongue, tasting, I take control of the kiss. Her wet hands reach for me, but I capture them with my free hand, locking her wrists together.

The water laps at my sleeves, her body quaking, before I pull back. “I’m pretty sure you’re the one who’s going to have to ask nicely before I come in, princess,” I say.

She blinks her eyes open, the gold near her pupils glittering as she tries to catch her breath. She swallows. “Pretty please, will you join me in the tub?”

I lick and nip her neck before taking in her small grin, her skin flushed from a combination of hot water and arousal. “Very nice. I’d love to join you.”

Turning to the counter, I pick up my wine, taking a sip with one hand as I unbutton my shirt with the other, watching the way her eyes bob between my mouth and my fingers. I setdown the glass, yanking off the shirt, and she’s locked on my body, her top teeth pressing into her soft bottom lip.

The pants I bought are tighter than I usually wear. I had to jump to get into them. Damn it. This could ruin the mood.

“Clara?” I ask.

“Yes, Walker?” she answers, dragging her eyes up to meet mine.

I take the few steps between the counter and the tub, stopping in front of her. “Take off my pants.”

A hint of a smile creases the corner of her mouth before she shifts in the tub, a splash of hot water landing on my thigh as she kneels. Good God. This is already almost too much, her kneeling between my knees, the way she smirks as she slips warm wet fingers into my waistband, button and fly loosed.

Her damp hand strokes me through the thin fabric of my boxer briefs, and I hold my shiver back, needing her to work for it, wishing this were just need, just the standard dance of escalating touches, an orgasm or two for her before I can’t hold out any longer. Not this time. Not with her.

“Pants,” I say, moving her hands.

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