Page 66 of Seven Nights

“Sweet talker,” I tease.

He looks at me, candlelight dancing in his gaze. He replies, a steady purr running through his voice. “When it comes to you, love, I prefer to let my hands do the talking.”

“And I prefer a chorus of body parts.” I counter with a soft swipe across his lips. “Mouth…fingers…”

My hand dives down into the water to glove his cock once more.

“What else do you want to talk to me with?” I ask with feigned innocence as I begin to work a loose fist up and down his shaft.

The water vibrates with his arousal. He leans back, his gaze lowered to watch as I touch him. His mouth jerks and tics with need. His breathing goes from slow and steady to catching.

At last, his lips clamp together and he takes my hands in his.

“I need you out of this bath, baby.”

He leaves the tub first, wraps a towel around his lean hips then kisses the top of my forehead.

“Meet me in the bedroom.”

I obey, but I don’t rush. I finish soaping up, rinsing off. I get out, dry myself then rub some almond oil into my skin. My breasts remain heavy with motherhood, the fullness adding another level of sensitivity to them as I smooth the oil over their surface.

I slip on a different robe, this one a mossy green see-through tease, and then I leave the bathroom.

Griffin has lit the candles scattered around the bedroom. It takes me a minute and more than a few squints to see what he has in store for me tonight.

Playing in the house has been difficult. Maddy’s sleep schedule has only recently normalized and, as much as I adore them, Harriet and Philip frequently venture into the master wing to check on our little angel. They even have their own baby monitors set to Maddy’s frequency.

Griffin and I haven’t properly played for almost nine months—before I entered my last trimester of pregnancy.

Just thinking about what the night holds sends hot need shooting through my pussy.

The first thing I notice in my scan of the room are the cuffs attached to the top crossbeam of the reinforced canopy bed. On the mattress, a spreader bar waits to secure my ankles.

Seeing the spreader, my thighs begin to shake. Cupping my face, Griffin gently claims my mouth. He moves onto my shoulders, his lips glossing over the flesh.

“So beautiful, Kate.”

He captures my wrists and brings me to the foot of the bed, securing my hands with the concubine’s cuffs.

Only I am no longer a concubine.

In this house, for this man, I am Empress.

Griffin stands in front of me once more to study my body’s reaction. His knowing gaze plucks at the nipples opaquely hiding beneath my gauzy robe.

While I was drying and oiling, he wrapped his lower body in tight leather pants with a front panel that will allow him to easily take me when I finally earn my reward.

He looks absolutely delicious and the sight of him frees an aching mewl from my throat.

Sensing I crave something to suck on, Griffin brings his fingers to my lips. I draw them in, the rest of my body squirming.

“Needy, love.”

I nod lightly. Of course I am needy—for nine months I haven’t experienced what the night ahead promises.

Removing his fingers from my mouth, Griffin drops to his knees. He places the ankle cuffs and spreader bar on the floor then unties the sash on my robe and opens its folds.

My clit aches with its need of discovery.

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