Page 58 of 4 Weddings and a Feud

He only ever used the toilet, the shower, and one sink, but even to his jaded eyes, the bathroom was impressive. White marble gleamed against dark walnut cabinetry. The designer had added a few soft elements, like a basket of bath salts next to the clawfoot tub. Each week, his housekeeper dutifully dusted them off.

“Whoa. This is nicer than the spa downstairs. Is the floor heated?” She wiggled her bare toes on the tile.

“It is. And I wouldn’t call it nicer. The same designer created it.”

She trailed her hand over the heated towel rack. “Maybe I don’t need the lingerie. We could just get naked in here.”

“I’d like you to try it on.” His throat constricted, and he had to swallow again. “For me.”

“All right.” She set the slip on the counter and turned her back to him. “Unzip me?”

He stepped up behind her and set his fingers on the zipper of her sundress. As he peeled it down, the sides gaped open, revealing a black bra against tan skin. A matching pair of panties peeked out from the bottom of the zipper. Starting at the back clasp of her bra, he traced a finger down her spine. “It’s like unwrapping a gift,” he said, awed.

She turned, clutching the dress to her chest. “That can’t be the first time you’ve helped someone with a zipper.”

“It’s the first time I’ve unzipped you.” His feelings for her were unlike anything he’d felt for any other woman.

A shy smile curled her lips. “Give me a minute. I’ll meet you out there.”

He dropped a light kiss on her lips. “All right.”

For a moment, he wished his bedroom weren’t so utilitarian. That there was some softness to it to make her feel at home. She’d miss her tiny, squashy furniture and floral prints. There were exactly two decorative pillows on his bed, both made of a stiff, unyielding black canvas. He tossed them to the floor.

Actually…

He picked them up and stacked them next to the bed. They’d make a good cushion against the bamboo floor when he flipped up the hem of her slip. His knees weren’t as young as they used to be.

The door opened, and he turned. Mary leaned against the doorway. One hand smoothed over her hip, and the other fluttered self-consciously somewhere around her midsection. Thin shoulder straps held up the pale silk garment. The lace at the neckline framed her gorgeous tits, and the rest of it flowed smoothly down to the tops of her thighs. “You got the size right.”

Hell yeah, he had. “Fortunately, the salesclerk had a similar build. She told me which one to get.”

She pushed off the doorway and walked into the room. She glanced at the bed.

“Sit on the edge.” He prowled toward her, meeting her at the foot of the bed.

“I don’t think so. I want to thank you properly for the tablet and the spa treatments and dinner. And this fabulous nightie.” She twirled, and the skirt flared out, giving him a tantalizing flash of skin.

He licked his lips. “I was promised dessert.”

“You’ll get”—she curled her fingers into the waistband of his pants and tugged him closer—“what I serve you.” She unbuckled his belt, loosened the fasteners on his pants, and unzipped them. Instead of letting them drop to the floor, she followed them down until she kneeled at his feet. “Step out.”

Gazing into her beautiful face, tilted up toward him, her mouth so close to his dick, he obeyed. While she tossed his pants aside, he tugged off his socks. His heart thudded in his chest as he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, then reached for his top button.

She rose and put her hand over his. “I’ve got it.” Carefully, she unbuttoned the top button and placed a kiss at his throat. Then she moved to the next button. After loosening each button, she kissed his skin. His breastbone. His stomach. By the time she reached the lowest button, the one that covered his boxer briefs and his straining erection, he was holding his breath, lightheaded with anticipation.

She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and let it flutter to the floor.

She kneeled again and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Slowly, she rolled the garment over him and off. He started breathing again when his dick sprang free.

He hissed when she licked the tip. “Okay?” she asked.

“Fuck, yes. Feels amazing. There are pillows. For your knees.”

“I won’t be here that long. I just wanted to get you a little…” She closed her lips over his head, swirled her tongue around him, then popped off with a sucking sound. “Wet.”

He let loose a string of curse words. Anything to keep from going off right then. She’d be upset if he spoiled her new lingerie.

Like she read the thought on his face, she said, “You keep telling me I need to relax. But I think you need it even more than I do. Go sit in the chair.”

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