Page 64 of Pucker Up
“Who doesn’t?” I set down my glass and leaned into Ace’s chest. The song “Moondance” filled the room, but the sound of Ace’s heart beating through his T-shirt was even more magical. We swayed in front of the crackling fireplace. Ace’s big hand rested on my lower back while he held my left hand with his right, all while Morton snored lightly in the background.
It was the most beautiful moment of my life. As the song finished, I realized I had been in Ace’s embrace, holding his hand, listening to his heartbeat, yet I hadn’t had any visions. Maybe what had been happening to me was temporary insanity. I could lose myself in Ace’s embrace and not see anything—and I loved it.
I loved him, but it was way too early to tell him. He still didn’t even know my last name.
The song finished and he twirled me back into the kitchen and fed me a shrimp. I washed it down with the champagne.
“What do you think of it?” he asked.
“The shrimp is delicious, but I’m not really a champagne connoisseur.”
“Me neither.” Ace burped. “I think I got some bubbles in my nose.”
I giggled. I was tipsy from the champagne and drunk on Ace. “What made you pick this place? It’s definitely not a cabin.”
“Let’s explore.” He refilled both of our glasses. Together we held hands, sipped champagne, and explored the mansion. I was convinced that each bedroom we entered was the primary suite. Every bedroom had their own en suite and balcony overlooking what I assumed was the lake. It was too dark to see anything outside. Some lights twinkled in the distance, but otherwise, it was dark and quiet. When we finally entered the massive bedroom, it was obvious. The bed was bigger than king-sized, which I didn’t think was possible. There was a massive bathroom, a walk-in closet bigger than the carriage house, and another bathroom with a huge soaker tub and sauna overlooking the lake.
“I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“Do you like it?” Ace asked.
“I mean, it’s beautiful, but who needs all this?”
“Wait until you see the boathouse. The pictures of it online were incredible.” Ace’s eyes sparkled as he looked around the room.
“Do you like it?” I watched his face to see his reaction.
His eyes met mine. “I love it, Goldie. I’m thinking about buying it.”
“What?” I dropped the glass, but Ace’s athlete reflexes kicked in and he snapped it out of the air before it could hit the ground.
“Lucky it was empty.” He set it on a nightstand. “Come on, Goldie. Let’s check out the sauna.”
“Stop, Ace. What do you mean you’re thinking about buying this?”
He opened the door to the sauna and stripped naked. “Come in here and I’ll tell you all about it.” He gestured for me to join him. “I’m letting all the heat out.”
With the two wins under his belt, it seemed as though Ace’s confidence had exploded. I always felt like he was living in his brother’s shadow, and now, he had stepped out and was casting his own. And it was big in every way. I didn’t think he could get any hotter, but confident Ace Bailey was the sexiest man I’d ever met. He didn’t have to ask me twice.
I pulled off my shirt and ran to the sauna, shimmied out of my pants, unhooked my bra, and tossed it on the floor. When I stepped into the sauna, Ace was on the top bench, bathed in red light. The stones hissed as he threw some water on them. “Tell me, Goldie, have you ever made love in a sauna?”
“Does a blowjob count?” I faced him and rested my hands on his knees. “Because you’re about to get one.” Ace wasn’t the only one who had gained confidence. He brought out a side of me I didn’t even know existed. I wanted Ace to do things to me, the kinds of things I thought were reserved for porn stars. Kneeling on the bench seat below him, I was able to rest my elbows on his thighs as I took his stiff cock in my mouth.
That was the first of three locations we had sex that night. The first was the sauna, then the shower, and the last was in the massive bed. Up until the bed, we’d been fucking. My back had been pressed up against the glass shower wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into me. He’d bent me over the sink and gripped my thighs so hard I knew there would be bruises there in the morning, and I’d liked it.
Now, we were making love in the ridiculously soft sheets. He laced his fingers through mine and held my arms over my head. His eyes and mine were glued to each other as he slowly moved inside me, his body grazing the most sensitive spots on mine. Hedidn’t let go of my hands, or break eye contact, until he stiffened. “Oh my God, Goldie. I’m going to come.”
“Me too, Ace. I’m going to—” I couldn’t finish. My orgasm spread from between my legs; a surge of pleasure rushed through my torso to my fingertips. Ace slid his hands under my ass and pressed even deeper into me as his body bucked. We moaned and writhed together, each of us riding our waves separately, but together.
When we finished, he collapsed on top of me. “Goldie, if we’re together, I’m never going to have to do cardio again,” he panted. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m the luckiest person in the world.”
“No, Ace. That’s me. I’m the luckiest. You’re the best person I’ve ever met.”
He rose to a kneeling position and pulled me up to meet him. Moonlight pored in through the window. He traced my cheek with his thumb and then opened his mouth as though he was going to say something, but then closed it.
In the beam of the moonlight, after our very own moondance, Ace and I held on to each other, and I didn’t see anything. It was perfect.
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