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Mrs. Right (Zakrzewski Anthologies), page 31
“Oh my God,” I breathe.
“Care to soak with me?”
“I want to do far more than soak with you.”
“Glad we’re on the same page, then.”
My smile widens as I walk over to him. When he’s satisfied with the water temperature, he pours in something that smells like lavender. I close my eyes and inhale the scent. When I open them again, he’s peeling out of his clothes. And I’m quick to follow suit. I delight in his expression when I’m down to my bra and panties. Before I can peel them off, he’s naked and pulls me against him.
“You’re so damn gorgeous.”
Then his lips are on mine, stopping any kind of response. But I’m okay with that. As he licks into my mouth, he undoes my bra. Then he pulls back and drops to his knees, taking my panties to the floor in the process before pressing a soft kiss to my mound. I moan and toss my bra aside. When he rises again, he takes my hand and smiles.
“Let’s get you wet.”
“I’m already wet.”
He growls and helps me into the water. I settle in the center, and he climbs in behind me. When he cages me in with his legs, he pulls me back against his chest. I hum and enjoy the feel of him. Especially his hardened cock. A soft sigh leaves me as he starts to explore. He cups my breasts in his hands first. I grip his thighs and arch my back, silently begging him to do more.
And he does.
With practiced movements, he pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers. The sensation sending chills down my torso as the warm water crawls further up our bodies. His name leaves me on a whisper. He chuckles and slides his right hand down my stomach. At first, he simply cups my pussy in his large hand. I roll my hips, desperate for more, but he makes me wait. Several minutes, until the tub is full, and the surface covered with bubbles. When the water is off, I settle back against him, and his hands go back to where they were. And I finally get what I’ve been waiting for.
I move my legs over his, opening my pussy to him. He wastes no time slipping a finger into me while he rubs my clit with his thumb. My head falls back on his shoulder, and he bends his head to kiss my neck. As my orgasm starts to build, I grip the sides of the tub.
“I love your pussy,” he growls.
“I love having your cock inside my pussy.”
“As do I. But I want you to come for me first.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
He increases his motion and I rock my hips to work with him. In no time, I’m moaning his name as a release slowly consumes me. Warming me even more than the water. When the last tremor of pleasure runs through me, my body settles heavy on his and I sigh.
“That felt wonderful.”
“You always do.”
We enjoy the closeness for a few quiet moments. When he sits up, I turn around to face him. He smiles as he turns on the jets, then he pulls me onto his lap. As I take him into me, I delight in his expression of absolute desire. His hands grip my ass as he groans. I wind my arms around his shoulders and pull him close. He sucks my nipple into his mouth as I start to ride him slow and shallow.
The feel of the jets is delightful as it creates a new sensation where our bodies are joined. Given Connor’s size, bathtub sex has never been an option. But this jacuzzi is a perfect fit for us. My head falls back on my shoulders as he kisses his way to my other nipple. I thread my fingers into his hair and pull. He groans against my sensitive skin, and I start to ride him a little harder.
I’m vaguely aware of the water sloshing around us, but I don’t really give a damn. All I want right now is to come with him. I want him to feel as amazing as I just did. When his grip on me tightens, I know he’s close. Then he slides his right hand between us. I lean back further to give him room. One touch of his thumb to my clit is all it takes to send me over the edge. I scream his name and then he stills, holding my body down on his cock as he spills himself into me.
“Alexis.”
I lift my head and cradle him against me. We’re both panting. But I gasp when I open my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
I don’t have to answer him. As a matter of fact, I can barely see him because the bubbles have risen up and over the edge of the tub and onto the floor. In the next second, we burst into laughter. We blindly search for the button to turn off the jets and the knob to start draining the water. Covered in bubbles, he helps me stand and step out.
We tread carefully into the bathroom so we can rinse off in the shower. All the while we’re laughing as we go about our task. When we manage to dry off and get dressed without any further incident, I take a towel and attempt to clean up the bubbles, but it’s best just to let them dissipate on their own. When I turn back to Connor, he’s smiling shyly at me.
“Well, Mr. Watson, what’s next?”
“Dinner.”
“Okay,” I nod. “Here’s hoping we don’t encounter another disaster.”
“Indeed.”
Chapter Six
CONNOR
Thank God nothing went wrong at dinner. I took Alexis to the sushi restaurant we went to our first week together. It was more delightful tonight than it was then, simply because she’s now my wife, and not a woman that I was desperate to make mine. Thankfully, my persistence paid off.
When I get her back to our room, we wash up for the night before cuddling in bed to watch a movie. It’s a classic that I love, but I love my wife even more. And there’s nothing better than making love to her. While the movie plays in the background, I kiss my way down her beautiful body and lick her pussy until she comes. As she pants my name, I kiss my way back to her sweet lips and bury my cock inside her. For the next hour, I keep things slow and sweet, making sure she comes several times before I join her. Then, just as I wanted, she falls asleep moments after telling me she loves me.
Smiling like an idiot, I go about cleaning us up before shutting things down for the night. Then I call down to the front desk and ask them to bring up the two dozen roses Ava delivered earlier today. As quickly as I can, I take them from the employee and set them on the floor just inside. I quietly shut and lock the door. Not wanting another disaster, I wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness again before carrying them to the dresser. Even though I barely glanced at them, I know that they’re perfect. Ava has never delivered anything less, especially for me.
When I settle in for the night, I’m smiling as Alexis reaches for me in her sleep. And I slip away excited for all the things I have planned for tomorrow.
I wake with a start. The room is still dark, but it’s too quiet. And there’s a chill in the air. Frowning, I carefully extricate myself from Alexis’ embrace and walk to the windows. Pulling the curtain behind me, I crack open the slider and peek outside.
“Holy shit.”
The entire boardwalk is dark. I quickly shut and lock the door and head for the closet. There’s an extra blanket in there and I’m quick to pull it over Alexis, whose face already looks pinched with discomfort because of the cold. After checking my watch, I see that it’s just before dawn. And even though I want to be with Alexis when she wakes, I also want her to be comfortable. In less than five minutes, I’m dressed and heading down to the front desk. The emergency lights are on, but they should have some type of backup system to keep things running. When I approach the front desk, I’m addressed right away.
“I’m so sorry, sir. We’re working to get the power restored right now.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“What?”
“I work for a construction company. I’d be happy to lend a hand.”
A great sigh of relief leaves the woman before she tells me to follow her. I turn on the flashlight on my phone to light my way as she takes me to the boiler room. There are already two gentlemen here checking things out, but neither of them looks as though they have a clue what to do. No offense to their effort, but when you come across a problem like this, you either jump in with both feet, or call for help.
“Who’s this?”
“Connor Watson, Tempest Construction. What have we got here?”
Neither of them hesitates to step back and let me look. The problem is simple enough, but I’m going to get dirty. Thankfully, they at least know their way around a toolbox. Like a doctor during surgery, I call out the tools I need while they make sure I have enough light. In twenty minutes, everything jolts back to life. The hotel employees whoop with delight and I smile at a job well done.
They thank me profusely and the front desk employee promises to talk to the manager later about a discount on my room. I tell her it’s not necessary, but she insists. As quickly as I can, I make my way back to my lovely wife and hope that the heater is breathing life back into our room and allowing her to sleep a little longer. But as soon as I reach our floor, I get a text from her.
Where are you? It’s freezing in our room and I need you!
I’m smiling as I let myself in.
“Connor?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s going on? Where were you? And why is-”
Her mouth falls open as she takes me in. I look down at myself and see that my shirt is covered in grease. Not to mention my hands.
“Oops.”
“Oops? You look like you’ve just overhauled an engine,” she says with a shiver.
I want to pull her against me and warm her up, but there’s no need to get her dirty. As I cross the room to the heater, I explain what just happened. Then I tell her to get comfortable again while I clean up. She does, but I can still see her shivering under the blankets. Thankfully, most of the grease was on my clothes, so I merely hop in the shower and scrub my hands until they’re clean. The water is much warmer than I need personally, but if I’m going to get Alexis warmed up as soon as possible, it will help.
Five minutes later, I slide under the covers. She turns for me in the next second, and I have to fight back my gasp as her cold hands press to my chest and her ice cube of a nose nuzzles in my neck. But when she sighs and settles against me, it’s all worth it.
Just like she is.
Always.
Chapter Seven
ALEXIS
When I wake up the second time, I’m still happily encased in my husbands’ arms. I sigh and he kisses my temple.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.”
“Same to you,” I giggle.
When I prop myself up, I notice two gorgeous bouquets of red roses on the dresser. No doubt courtesy of my bestie Ava at Floral Fantasies. He chuckles and tells me that they were there the first time I woke up, but I was so preoccupied with being cold, I must not have noticed.
He hands me a thick bathrobe so I can use the restroom and he can get coffee started. No sooner am I’m settled in bed with a mug, there’s a knock on the door. Connor is smiling when he answers it and lets in an employee with our breakfast on a rolling cart. Tears prick my eyes at the sight, then slide down my cheeks when he settles a tray on my lap. Knowing me like he does, he stops my protest before I can start it.
“You’re worth it and more, Alexis. Enjoy it.”
When I get my emotions back under control, I do just that. Partaking in everything on the platter while also feeding my sweet husband. I fill up well before he does, but the platter goes back on the cart clean thanks to his healthy appetite. After a second cup of coffee, I get moving for the rest of our day. Thankfully, although the day is still cold, the wind has died down. Even so, I Eskimo up before leaving our room for the salon.
After a sweet kiss, Connor leaves me there for a facial. And somehow, luck is on my side when she tells me that they had a manicure cancelation I could have as well. I shrug and decide to take it. Then I text Connor to let him know I’ll be here a little longer. He tells me to enjoy myself and I smile at my phone screen as I type out the words that will never mean enough.
I love you so much
He responds in kind and then I’m called back to a room. Since I’ve never treated myself to anything more than a massage, I feel like a kid at Christmas. And I soak up every moment. I’m so relaxed during my facial that I end up in the delightful space between consciousness and sleep. When the technician is finished, I actually sigh, making her giggle with delight.
“How do you feel, Mrs. Watson.”
“Amazing. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. You have wonderful skin, and now you’re practically glowing.”
I laugh and probably blush. Then she walks me out to the main area and over toward the manicure stations. Now I get flushed for another reason: embarrassment. When you work with your hands like I do, your nails take a beating. And I can’t remember the last time I bought nail polish let alone attempted to apply it to my short, grizzled nails. Reluctantly, I offer my hands to the manicurist for inspection.
“What do you do for a living, Mrs. Watson?”
“I’m an artist. I make handmade jewelry.”
“Wait, what’s your first name?”
“Alexis.”
“As in Designs by Alexis?”
“That’s me.”
From there, my embarrassment about the sad state of my nails fades away as she proceeds to gush about my work. Apparently, her mother-in-law is Mariana Romano, the woman who commissioned thirteen pieces from me after seeing my work in Sun*Wind*Sea and was instrumental in launching my career. Our conversation is light and easy. Then she asks a question that I’m all too happy to answer.
“So, I remember her telling me about a man saving you from a fire at your house.”
“Yes,” I say warmly.
“Whatever happened to him? Was he okay?”
“He’s just fine,” say with a wide smile. “And he’s now my husband.”
She sighs dreamily and I giggle. In another half an hour, my hands have been thoroughly massaged, sugar scrubbed, moisturized, and painted with a brilliant shade of red. Why not? It is Valentine’s Day after all. After having them under a drying lamp for fifteen minutes, she deems them done, but insists on helping me into my coat. I thank her for her time and walk over to the receptionist. I peek outside, but Connor isn’t here yet.
That’s just fine, because I still need to schedule about a hundred dollars’ worth of services still. When I finally settle on what I’d like, I book the appointments and thank the owner again for her generosity after the massage table mishap yesterday. She tells me it’s the least she could do but then gasps when her eyes focus on something over my shoulder. When I turn to follow her gaze, a great burst of laughter leaves me.
In the parking space just out front, Connor is kneeling next to a car I don’t recognize changing the front tire. My eyes well with tears because he is seriously the most caring man I know. Always willing to help others, even on a day when he’s planned such wonderful things for us. I watch him until he’s finished, and giggle when the lady tries to pay him. He refuses, of course, but she must be persistent as he finally gives in. With a nod of thanks, he takes the money, and she pats his cheek before getting into her car. Then he walks to the door of the salon, using a rag to open the door so he doesn’t get it dirty. His eyes meet mine right away and his handsome face lights up with a brilliant smile.
“Alexis, my God, I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful,” he breathes. “You’re breathtaking.”
Every woman that hears him sighs. And so do I. After pressing a soft kiss to my lips, he asks for somewhere to wash his hands. Having seen what he just did, the manicurist takes him to her station and uses an exfoliating sugar scrub on him for a few minutes. When she’s done, he’s marveling at his hands as he walks up to me.
“That stuff is amazing. My hands have never been so…”
“Soft?”
“Yeah,” he smiles. “Soft.”
With that, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me. A small moan leaves me as I imagine his callous-free hands on my body tonight. When he pulls back, the twinkle in his eyes lets me know that-
“I can’t wait to put my soft hands all over your beautiful body tonight,” he breathes.
“I was thinking the same thing.”
He smiles wider. And kisses me again. Then he starts to take my hand, but I yank it away before showing him my freshly painted nails. His soft growl gives away his delight, then he simply wraps his arm around my waist to lead us to our next destination.
Chapter Eight
CONNOR
With Alexis staying a little longer at the salon, we end up at the wine vineyard at exactly noon, which is when our tasting is scheduled for. Her eyes light up with excitement as we rush inside. The entire place is decked out for the holiday and there are several other couples here, too. After taking her coat and draping it over the back of the chair, I help her sit. As soon as I’m beside her, she leans over for a kiss. We’re both smiling when she pulls back.
“You’re amazing,” she whispers.
“Because I have you.”
Her eyes water and I kiss her again. Then I gently run my hand over hers as the tasting gets underway. The sight of her short nails painted in fire engine red is hot as fuck. And I can’t wait to see them against my skin. Because they match the dress I have for her to wear to dinner. Just thinking about it is making me hard. I clear my throat and adjust myself. Alexis notices and giggles.
Then I turn my attention to the wines that are being poured. An avid connoisseur, she’s familiar with many of them, but they usually have some new ones to try every year. Each one is paired with a snack, and after an hour, we are more than pleasantly stuffed. When we’re finished, she’s able to choose two of her favorites to take with us along with a gift basket of the complementary snacks. It was a little extra, but I didn’t care.
