Page 55 of Baxter's Right-Hand Man

I went slow at first. I didn’t trust my control. I was hanging on by a thread as it was, and he felt so fucking amazing. I rolled my hips, stroking him with each steady thrust…not too hard, not too fast. I made it my mission to acquaint myself with his every detail—the constellation of freckles on his left shoulder, the rogue strands of auburn in his dark hair, the impossibly smooth skin behind his ear, and the powerful flex of his muscles under me.

I liked that he knew what he wanted.More, harder, now.

I released his cock and upped the tempo, shifting my grip to hold his cheeks open as I thrust inside him, fucking him harder, deeper. I covered him like a blanket, molding my chest to his back, and pistoned wildly. I was heading for a free fall. I knew I couldn’t hang on.

“I’m close,” I warned him. “Too close.”

“Yes.” His eyes were at half-mast as he licked his lips and stroked himself.

I shouldn’t have looked at him. He was too sexy, and I was too far gone.

“I’m gonna come, Lo. I’m gonna come,” I cried out as I burst apart at the seams, bucking my hips and filling the condom with a roar.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” Lorenzo tensed and shook under me a moment later.

The sounds of our labored breathing echoed in the vast kitchen as if we were alone in a huge museum or a ballroom. I glanced sideways at the windows, thinking I probably should invest in blinds, but I liked this view of us—connected, tangled, and utterly debauched.

Lorenzo lifted his torso off the island and met my gaze in the reflection. We smiled almost shyly before gently disengaging.

I got rid of the condom and washed my hands, then grabbed two dish towels, handing one to Lo. “Here you go.”

“This is for drying dishes, pots, and pans, honey. Not for cum cleanup.” He dropped it on the counter and plucked a few paper towels from the roll next to the sink. “This will do.”

“That’s gonna chafe.”

“Probably, but—”

I snatched the paper towels and threaded our fingers, tugging him with me. “Come on. Let’s take a shower.”

Lorenzo

By the time we’d made our way through the living area, up the long glass-and-steel staircase and down a wide hallway to Pierce’s room, I was winded and crusty in places the sun didn’t shine. I wished I’d taken him up on that damn dish towel. But the second he opened the door to the bathroom adjoining his suite, I was glad I hadn’t.

I’d never seen anything like it in my life. As with the rest of the house, the ceilings were high and the modern design was stunning. Gorgeous tiles and fixtures, and amazing features like two private toilet closets, two bidets, two large vanities. There was no chance of bumping into your partner unless you tried.

The open-style shower was positively ginormous with dual rain heads, gleaming marble tiles, and a series of intimidating knobs and temperature gauges. And a gorgeous contemporary chandelier hung over a standalone tub the size of a small boat.

I pointed at the tub. “This. We must do this.”

Pierce looked over his shoulder from the shower where he was busy fiddling with the knobs. “You want to take a bath?”

“Yes! OMG. A million yeses!” I reverently ran my finger along the edge. “I don’t have a bathtub in my apartment. I think this might be a small wading pool, though. It’s huge!”

“Um…okay, but it’ll take a while to fill.”

“I can wait.”

He eyed me with amusement. “I’ll get it started. Jump into the shower with me now. No sense standing hangin’ out with dried jizz on your belly.”

“Good call. Remind me to scour your island and barstool later.”

“Will do.” Pierce chuckled, turning on the tub’s faucet before pulling me with him under the shower spray.

We washed up, tied fluffy white yummy Egyptian towels around our waists and hiked downstairs to search for champagne and chocolate. I scrubbed away any lingering evidence of sex from the island in spite of his protest that his housekeeping staff would take care of it.

Sparring with him about the ten different ways that was just rude while wearing nothing but a towel kept me from spinning with incredulity. There was a decent chance I was in the middle of a dream. My evening had all the elements of a wacky adventure with all the prerequisite highs and lows, ending up at a secluded castle on a hill with a handsome prince who rocked my world.

It was…unbelievable.