Page 19 of Sass Me

Learning to Fly

Fleur heard the waterin the tub turn off and the splash of what must be Steele getting into her bath.

She let the breath she’d been holding go.

She wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to hold out against his lascivious pursuit. Not because he would over power her, but because she wanted him something fierce.

The instant attraction she’d felt hours ago had only grown. The pure panic that had swamped her when she’d thought he’d died was only part as strong as the overwhelming need she had to strip him naked and ride him like a happy cowgirl now that he was alive.

She didn’t want to want him.

He was messing up her plans. Her destiny.

Aphrodite herself must have taught the man to kiss. Just imagine what that mouth could do between her legs. No mortal would be able to resist. She patted herself on the back for not begging him to take her on the kitchen floor the second everyone else had left.

The creeping ivy plant in her room was the only thing that had saved her from making a dragon-sized mistake. She’d focused all that sexual tension and frustration at the poor little plant and grown it into the cage of vines that were not only keeping Steele from getting to her, but her from jumping his sexy ass bones.

Now he was naked on the other side of the door and she was ready to melt into a puddle of take-me-now right here on the carpet.

“Your bath is nice and hot, little flower. Why don’t you join me and let me wash your hair?”

He didn’t say the hair on her head. Whimper.

Be strong, Fleur. Don’t let your dirty mind get the best of you.

“Ha. Good try. Don’t leave a ring of scales on the tub,” she called.

Silence. Was he finally giving up? She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. Both.

Another sound came from the bathroom. Holy hollyhock. He was moaning, and it was not in pain.

He was masturbating.

In her bathtub.

Without her.

Dammit.

And where was her god-damned vibrator? In the drawer under the sink in the bathroom. No use to her there.

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