Page 133 of Grand Love

Nina

“I saidI would make the effort to come to the estate.”

My body vibrates as I force my feet to stay rooted to the floor and not wrap them around him. Scarlet will be so happy. I’m so happy.

“I was not expecting you to agree so easily.” In fact, I thought he would be pissed at me for asking and meddling in his family business.

“No? You think that low of me.” He gives me a boyish grin and I feel my dimples pop at this new easy territory we keep falling into.

I shrug, stepping past him and into the warmth of the bedroom. “Without a doubt, you would’ve been there. I wasn’t going to give you the choice not to be.” I smile at him over my shoulder. “But I didn’t expect you to just say, okay.” Dropping the blanket down on the bed, I go to the bathroom to pee. The door is pulled closed a second later and I sit and smile to myself.

“Luce has a tux for you, but if you need to, you can give her a ring and get it tried on! We were hoping it would fit!” I shout so he can hear me.

I’ve peed in front of him before, mainly after too many cocktails on our holiday.

Taking my time to wash my hands, I glance around at the familiar bathroom suite. The bathtub which I have missed sinking into after a long day, and the walk-in shower that is probably the same size as the one I have now, but it’s not this shower. It’s not his shower.

He got in my bath.

Maybe I’m weird (I am), and the girls will die with mortification for me, but I want to get in. I want to stand where he does every day. Wrap myself up in his soft towels, and to smell like his soap.

Reaching in, I turn on the spray then start to strip—double time—before I can change my mind.

My fingertips glide along the wall as I step into the steaming water, allowing me to feel a little bit at home again. I’ve missed everything about this penthouse and the man who lives inside of it. I’ve missed the intimacy that comes with sleeping alongside him. I’ve missed the meals we’d make long after the sun had gone down. I’ve missed his eyes, watching me as I would dance along the polished oak floors. I’ve missed the long showers—and the quick ones—and the ones we didn’t even need but had anyway, just because. And more than anything, I’ve missed the love we would make in all those places.

I’ve missed Mason. Mind, body, and soul.

Picking up his body wash, I pour a generous amount from the decanter into my palm, and then begin to lather it between my hands. Taking my time, I wash then rinse my body, inhaling the woodsy scent that now covers me like a blanket. It’s so satisfying, so real to me, that when my eyes fall closed, and I let my hand drop between my legs, it’s almost as if it is him touching me.

Just with smaller hands—unfortunately.

God, I wish it was his hands. His long, thick fingers stroking through my folds and teasing my clit until I’m whimpering against him.

My body tingles all over at the mere thought of his hands on me. I push two fingers into my heat, my heart thrumming wildly in my chest. I need more.

I need him.

Shit.

I imagine his solid chest at my back, his warm breath on my neck and his arm banded around me and taking the place of my own. I slide in another finger and cry out.

“Fuck,” I groan.

I’ve touched myself on more than one occasion since I left Mason, but never, ever, has it felt this good, this intense.

He would’ve touched himself too, I’m certain of it. He would have stood here, in this very spot and stroked himself.

My eyes pinch tighter together, my body coiling tight as I slide my fingers out and up to my clit. The cool tiles bite at my heated skin as my back hits the wall. I allow it to support me, pushing harder into my hand with the new resistance behind me.

A fresh wave of Mason’s soap assaults me, temporarily sending me tumbling, and I quickly fall into that perfect sated bliss I’ve missed so much.

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“You gotyourself off in my shower?”

I’m startled as I pull open the bathroom door. Mason is standing on the threshold, his arm draped on the frame and an accusing look on his face.

I clutch the towel I was carrying tighter in my fist. “Umm, no?”

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