Page 27 of A Taste For Trouble
I didn’t speak as she lowered herself into the tub because I was temporarily incapable of talking. She wore a skimpy, purple bikini that took my breath away, and apparently, my power of speech.
“Hello,” she said softly, finally looking me in the eyes, as she settled into the water.
I cleared my throat and tried again.
“Hey,” I croaked, wondering why I had a frog in my throat. I had slept with some of the most beautiful women in the world, but none of them had affected me like this. What was it about Rose that made me feel like a callow youth with his first crush all over again?
“This is soooo amazing,” she moaned, as the hot water washed over her, the low sound making my cock jump in delight.
Behave, I warned it. This was just a photo op, and I was getting out of the tub as soon as Trevor was done taking the pictures. I handed her a glass of champagne, and Trevor took a few candids as we sipped it in peace.
“How was your day?” she asked politely, with one eye on Trevor, who was bustling around, doing his thing.
“Good,” I said shortly, because the last thing I wanted to do now was talk about my work.
Trevor made us clink our glasses together for one last shot.
“Rosie, go sit in his lap for a bit,” he ordered, and she yelped in dismay.
“No!”
“Come on, it’s for a picture. Sit on his lap and wind your arm around his neck as you clink your glasses together,” Trevor said as if he’d been doing shoots all his life.
I held my breath as she stepped towards me gingerly and gave me an apologetic smile. I sighed and sat up, letting her climb onto my lap.
“Straddle him,” ordered Trevor, and she scowled at him before she put her legs around my hips.
My heart raced as she settled right over my hard cock, her eyes widening as she realised what was happening. I put a hand around her waist to hold her in place, and she wound her arm around my neck. We stared into each other’s eyes hungrily as we clinked our glasses together.
“And cut,” said Trevor happily. “We’re all done with the pictures. I’ll leave you to enjoy your evening now. Dinner’s in an hour in the living room. The table’s been set, and the housekeeping staff will come up in a couple of hours to clean up after you.”
“Wait! Where are you going?” asked Rose in protest.
“Hot date again. Gotta go, babe,” replied Trevor, as he gave us one last wave and left us alone.
“What did he mean about the staff?” she asked in confusion.
“They don’t live here. There are staff quarters on the floor below us, and they come in as and when I need them,” I explained.
Rose tried to get off my lap, but I groaned as she rubbed against my cock in the process. She froze and turned to me in horror.
“Ohmigod, did I hurt you?” she asked, and I held her eyes as I shook my head.
“The opposite,” I choked out.
Her eyes widened as she caught my meaning, and heat suffused her face.
“Umm,” she said, shifting again. I set my glass down on the table and gripped her hips with both my hands, holding her in place.
Her chest rose up and down rapidly as I settled her firmly against my hardness.
“This is a bad idea,” she whispered, and I nodded.
“But it feels good,” she went on.
“So good,” I murmured as she rocked a little in place.
“Tell me again why this is a bad idea,” she asked, panting a little.
