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She’s the center of attention even in the extra large Jacuzzi bathtub. One foot is extended out of the water, clutched in the large hands of the man in front of her as she enjoys her foot massage. Behind her another man rubs her shoulders in smooth, firm circles. He must be the teller of the jokes, because her head is tilted back, her hungry eyes moving over his as she listens to his low, deep droning.
He delivers the punch line. She laughs. Then moans her approval at the foot rub before taking a sip of her champagne.
Foot rub guy’s gaze cuts to me, silently announcing my presence.
Delilah turns and gasps in delight when she sees me. “Oh, Quinn! I’m so happy you’re here. I thought you weren’t going to show.” She sets her glass on a nearby vanity and stretches out both hands to me.
I walk further into the bathroom but ignore her outstretched hands.
“Are you having fun?” I ask.
Her eyes flash at the snub, but her smile stays in place as she relaxes against the man beef behind her and strokes his jaw. “Derek and Kyle have done a great job of keeping me company. But seriously, Quinn, do we have to meet all the way in Brooklyn?” Her pout is artificial and irritating.
And her statement is rich considering she was born and bred in Queens.
“A small price to pay for all of this, don’t you think?” I say.
She rolls her eyes and proffers her other foot to Derek. Or is it Kyle? I never stopped long enough to work out which twin was which. “I hate it when you go all practical on me. You’re here now, baby. That’s all that matters.” Her gaze locks hard on me, before she conducts a ravenous survey of my body. “Are you going to join us?”
I stroll to the vanity and lean, crossed legged against it. “Sorry, sweetheart. I had a shower half an hour ago.”
“Hmm…shame.” Her gaze climbs up and rests on my hair. “Interesting color. You revisiting a boy band phase?”
I slide my hand through the dirty blond strands I haven’t had time to alter. “I never had a boy band phase. But yes…I’m experimenting.”
Her eyes lock on mine again and she licks her lips. “My favorite word…experimenting.”
My skin wants to crawl away from my body. But even it knows what’s at stake, so it stays put.
I straighten and start undoing my shirt. “When you’re done frolicking in the bath, I’ll be in the bedroom.” I walk back out, return to the bedroom. I hear her instructing Derek…or Kyle…to help her out.
I tug my shirt off and toss it into a chair. Shoes and socks come off next. My pants stay on, though. As does the vintage Patek Philippe watch on my wrist. It has a special significance in the Maxwell/Delilah game.
I ignore the low, excited laughter behind me and crawl onto the bed. Lounging in the midst of a dozen pillows against the massive headboard, I fold my arms and wait for her to come out.
It’s a production, of course.
She’s beautiful. She’s powerful. As wife of the incumbent governor, she commands the greatest state in the world. But Delilah Blackwood has danced in the palm of my hand since the day we met. That’s not to say I don’t give her fair due.
She walks out with the strut of a regal queen. The Chinese silk robe is untied, and drapes to the floor. She’s naked underneath it, of course. The jet black hair that was pinned up in the bath is now flowing over her slim shoulders. She walks three steps in front of the identical twins, who follow, buff slaves, towels draped around their waists. Her grey eyes grow dark, a feverishly carnal gleam stoking the depths as her gaze runs over my body. She licks her lower lip and I can tell she’s a breath away from panting like the bitch she is.
When she stops at the bottom of the bed, each twin helps her slide the robe off her shoulders. At thirty-five her body is still youthful enough to not require the attention of a surgeon’s knife. And yet her boobs hold an unnatural perk.
I move my gaze from her tits and watch her run her hands over her thighs.
“I’ve missed you so much, Quinn.”
“Then what the fuck are you doing all the way over there?” I ask.
Her pleased smile lights up her whole face. She hitches a knee onto the bed and crawls sinuously toward me. When she reaches my legs, she runs both hands up my inner calves and thighs. I lounge back against the headboard and allow the caress. Her fingers tremble as they approach my cock. She’s highly turned on but also nervous. She doesn’t know which version of Quinn she’s going to get. Her gaze darts up at me as she struggles to overcome the nerves.
“God, you look so serious,” she half laughs.
“This is serious business, my sweet,” I reply.
The endearment eases her tension a touch, like it’s designed to. She grows bolder and cups me through my pants. I’m chubby enough to please her. Her smile widens. Her stare returns to my crotch and her mouth falls open as she gets caught up in increasing my girth. I look up and nod subtly at the twins.
They drop their towels and get on the bed. Delilah jerks a little in delight when twin hands caress her body. But she doesn’t pay them much attention. It’s me she wants. Me she’s dying to fuck.