34. Sean #2
“It’s a small studio apartment. It comes in handy when I’m working late and want a quick nap or if I’m running late to an event and don’t have time to go upstairs to shower and change.”
“Why hide it? Do you keep valuables inside? If someone wanted to steal something, they could take that painting. It’s an original Miró, right?”
“You know your art. It is. And no, I don’t keep valuables inside. The apartment is hidden because it doubles as a panic room in case things go to hell. It was originally built for my dad after rather unsavory characters threatened him.”
“Do you mean the mob? Is there one in Vegas now?”
“That’s a complicated question, believe it or not.
A form of it still exists. The current version of the ‘mob’ is quite different than in my father’s day.
My understanding is that the threats against my dad weren’t from the mob though.
There was a kidnapping attempt that led him to build this room.
Since I took over, security encouraged me to maintain it as a panic room.
We recently upgraded it with newer technology. ”
“It never occurred to me that you would need a panic room. I guess it’s no different than Prince Evan. You both are potential targets for kidnapping.”
“Unfortunately, that’s true, but let’s focus on happier thoughts,” I say, taking the trophy from her hand. Setting the award back on the shelf, I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, nuzzling her neck with warm kisses.
“Are you okay being stuck inside with me for the next hour or so?” I ask in a whisper.
“Is there a time limit for how long you can stay inside? Do you run out of oxygen after that?” she asks.
I laugh. “No. There’s a timer that prevents the door from opening again for sixty minutes. It’s one of the panic room’s features. I wanted to make sure you were okay with that. If not, we’ll go upstairs.”
“What if I need to pee?”
“There’s a bathroom and fully stocked mini kitchen. You can pee as much as you want, and we won’t starve.”
“You mentioned napping. Does that mean there’s a bed big enough for two?” she asks, coyly.
“Absolutely.”
“Then I’d love to be trapped with you.”
Leading Lowri through the narrow passage, I shut the door behind us, hearing the sophisticated locks click into place. I motion for her to sit on the end of the bed.
Grabbing the remote from the bedside table, I dim the lights and turn on a soothing playlist—my go-to recipe for relaxing.
Now it’s time to make up for my oversights earlier.
I should never have let her stand while we watched the videos.
So, I gently take Lowri’s shoulders and lower her body, resting her head on a plush pillow.
Moving a chair to the end of the bed, I lift her tired feet onto my lap and give her feet a thorough massage, eliciting moans of pleasure from her as my thumb applies pressure along her arches.
“I’d let you do that all night. It feels amazing.”
“I’ve only begun,” I say, leaning over to kiss each of her ten perfect toes.
Reaching higher, I gently knead the backs of her calves while peppering her ankles with kisses and urging her knees apart.
Lowering her feet, I stand between her legs as I shed my suit jacket.
Loosening my tie, I toss it on the bed and carefully remove my cufflinks.
Never taking my eyes off Lowri, I slowly unbutton my shirt, watching her squirm in anticipation, a frustrated look on her face.
“Can’t you do that faster?” she begs.
“Patience, my dear. Patience.”
She starts unbuttoning her own shirt. I stop her. “Nope. I’ll take care of that when it’s time. Give me your hands.”
She reaches her arms forward, and I take her hands in mine. Before she knows it, I grab my tie and loosely wrap it around her wrists, finishing with a square knot. She can free herself if she wants. I’m pleased when she doesn’t try. At least not yet.
I toss my shirt to the side, unfasten my belt, and slowly lower my zipper, maintaining eye contact. “Do you like what you see?” I growl with my own need.
“I love what I see. That’s why this is torture. Why are you making me wait? I need you inside me now.”
“Anticipation will only make it better. You know I’m right.” I wiggle my eyebrows as I drop my trousers and crawl between her legs, spreading them further.
As her clasped hands grab for my arm, I push her wrists over her head.
“Keep them there so I can concentrate on taking care of you. Can you do that for me?” She nods even though I know she’s not used to letting someone else dominate her to this extent.
It’s a sign of trust that pleases me more than I’d expect.
I won’t let her regret it.
Reaching for the hem of her skirt, I bend forward to kiss her inner thighs as I inch the material up. Uncovering the thin strip of red lace between her legs, I slip my finger under the delicate fabric. She’s soaked for me. “I’m dying to taste you,” I groan.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I slide the fabric to the side and dive in as she arches against my mouth. She tastes like honey and spice. My tongue and lips explore her, varying the pressure and speed as I search for what Lowri likes best.
I’ve never been this intent on giving the ultimate pleasure to my partner. Don’t get me wrong. The woman always comes first, but this is about more than merely ensuring she gets off. I want this to be the best she’s ever had.
My fingers find her opening as my mouth sucks her ultra-sensitive nub.
Her arms fly to the back of my head, holding it in place. “Oh, Sean. Don’t stop. I’m almost there.”
“Mmm. Come for me, sweetheart.”
I let my teeth graze across her clit, and she explodes, pulsing hard against my fingers.
When she finally sags against the bed, I crawl beside her and pull her body against mine.
Letting out a sigh, she says, “That was soooo good.” She slips her wrists out of my poorly tied neckwear and places her hands on my chest, resting her head in the crook of my arm.
“It will only get better,” I promise.
“I’m not sure that’s possible, but I can’t wait to find out.”
I’m looking forward to it too.