Storm leans in, and she runs a hand around my neck.
“Darling, I am never slow in coming, and if you ever need to wait for something… Learn to read a book.”
I lift her chin, and I look deep into her eyes. “But one of us had to become a sex… ”
“Expert?” she asks, raising a playful brow.
“Your words, not mine.”
“Teacher?”
“Better,” I say with a grin.
“On that note, when does the student become the master?”
I clear my throat, and I whisper low, against her ear. “When you know more than I, dearest.”
Storm smiles, and she gives me ‘come to bed eyes.’
My heart surges, then I get nervous. “Not fucking here!” I say low, and nervously. I put my lips right next to her ear and I whisper ultra-low. “Wait until home, and I will tear you in two.”
Storm looks at me closely, and our faces are inches apart, our lips almost touching. “Not waiting.” I inhale, shake my head slow, and drink, before she chuckles. “Oh my God, I made you blush.”
“What?”
“You just blushed.”
“I did not blush, and I do not blush, darling. There is also nothing you can do, that will ever surprise me.”
“Bet on it,” she demands, extending a hand. I extend mine, and we pause. “The terms? Anything the other wants?” Storm asks, eyeing me.
I am becoming wary, fast, I take every deal seriously. Business or otherwise. In saying that, this time, screw it.
“Done,” I say huskily, as we shake hands.
Storm knocks the last of her champagne back, then she pulls me in by my jacket. She looks up inside the marble building, and she is starting to worry me.
“Now, you’re going to take me in the bathroom, and you’re going to come inside me!”
Before I can protest, she walks away, leaving me hard.
I glance carefully around, to make sure no one heard, or is watching. We are in the clear, and seconds later, I walk through the marble columned central area, and I follow the crazy vixen.
As I walk down the marble hall, I sweep my eyes around the area.
Sixty seconds later, I enter the classy marble bathroom. Storm is locked safely inside the ladies, and she is already naked, except for the diamonds around her neck, and her high heels.
The Bulgari diamonds I gave her last week glint, and in contrast, the jet-black Valentino high heels make her long legs look edible.
As I enter, I lock the door in one move. I give zero Fs, about anyone, who needs the mirror, bathroom, or whatever. They can use the men’s.
With Storm completely naked, perfectly shaven, and her acting so wickedly, I know what needs to be done.
I do not mess around, and I get her wet ultra-fast.
I then take her against the marble wall, and against the gold framed full length mirror. I want her to see herself be claimed by me, especially the moment we come as one.
Minutes later, and under the crystal chandelier, while staring into the huge mirror, we start to come together.