Page 41 of My Unbearable Mate

He slid his hands up, just enough to grab the bottom of my sweater and pull it over my head. He let it fall to the floor, and his gaze warmed my almost bare skin. His fingers were rough against my bra strap, then tracing the outline of the lace before he pulled one cup, then the other. My nipples pebbled as he moved closer, carefully circling the piercings through the lace. They were sensitive, and I closed my eyes as sensation rocketed through me.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Tell me.”

“Oh, you’re a bossy bear.”

He stilled his finger. “I can stop.”

My traitorous body throbbed, needing more.

“I like it a lot.”

“I like the way your body responds to my touch,” he said, his voice husky. “Last time we were together, I didn’t have a chance to appreciate it.”

“Because we were hate fucking.”

A brow shot up. “Do you prefer that, or would you like to see what I have in mind?”

“A hard, fast fuck is always fun.” I grinned as he groaned. “But there’s something delicious about going slow like this.”

“Mmmm. Turn around now and let me take this bra off you.”

I turned slowly and raised my hair so he could get at the clasp. The bra fell to the floor and I turned to face him.

“So beautiful,” he said, cupping my breast. He ran his thumb over the nipple and then took it into his mouth. Now it was my turn to moan, which made him suck harder, scraping his teeth against the piercing. He moved to the other side, giving it the same attention.

His next move was my leggings. He slid them down my legs. “Get on the bed. On your stomach.”

The rose petals were still there. I put my knee on the bed and looked over my shoulder at Bellamy. “Are you gonna keep your clothes on all night?”

“For now,” he said. “I have a plan, and don’t want to get distracted.”

“Always the practical bear.” I chuckled as I got comfy.

His knee shifted the mattress, and he settled beside me. He pulled that little bottle out of the pocket of his jeans and squirted it into his hands.

“They had massage oil?”

He nodded.

My mouth opened in an O. “That little old lady seemed so sweet, and she set us up in a sex palace.”

“We’ll have to leave her a glowing review.” Bellamy ran his hands from my shoulders down to the small of my back, bumping up against the lace of my thong. He made another long stroke, settled on my shoulders for a moment, before working his thumbs down my spine.

“You got a knot,” he said softly.

“It’s always there.” I closed my eyes, relishing the pain as he worked on it. “You’d think I’d get massages all the time, working in a spa, but the opposite is true.”

“That woman today recognized you,” he said. “Do you remember her?”

“No.” I didn’t feel like talking shop right now, but some things never changed. Bellamy was all business. “Usually, I cover my client’s faces with masks and creams. And her eyes would’ve been closed, so it’s a little strange she remembered me.”

“She must have been a regular. Did you ever open your spa?”

I shook my head.

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