Page 43 of King of Hearts
“Definitely.” She replied. “A girl could get used to this service, Mr. Gloss.” She called over her shoulder and I grinned, thinking about how catering to her wants and needs was something I could also happily get used to doing, especially if it involved more activities like the last time we were out here.
When I came back outside after changing into my swim shorts, the blue lights of the spa illuminated the otherwise darkened balcony. Pausing, I stole the opportunity to admire her while she was facing the night sky and my eyes widened in admiration. Where she stood, silhouetted by the shimmering city lights, she was undeniably the sexiest woman I had ever laid eyes on, a vision of both elegance and allure.
Clad in her crimson bikini, my dick twitched at the subtle confidence she effortlessly radiated. Her figure, clearly sculpted by the fucking gods, drew me in like a moth to a flame and was bested only by her sassy, articulate mouth. In the briefest of time, I had become mesmerised by this woman and felt powerless to stop the gravitational pull.
“You are breathtaking.” I said, walking over to her as she turned. Her eyes glimmered and the drinks we already shared were evident in the lazy smile which spread across her face as she slowly raked her eyes down my bare chest.
“Speak for yourself. I’m starting to see exactly why everyone wants photos of you.” She joked and I felt my face split into a smile as I moved in closer. Glancing down, my gaze lingered on her plush tits which were pressing out of her top, begging for my hands to touch them.
“Okay, let’s see how this spa is, Gloss.”
“After you, Frost.” I retorted, matching her banter. I watched the sway of her gorgeous arse as she moved to the jacuzzi. Quickly connecting my phone to the speakers, Counting Crows played as I grabbed a couple of drinks from the bar before joining her in the tub.
There were plenty of times I sat in this spa at night after a tough game and wondered what it would be like to have someone else to share the space with. Someone to take my mind off the constant thoughts of the match or frustration over missed opportunities. However, no matter how many times I’d consideredherI don’t think my imagination could have ever conjured up the sight before me.
She was sitting in one of the corner seats, her head back and her eyes closed. Her arms swept back and forth through the water and when I entered the tiny splashes caused her to open her eyes.
“Oh my god, Andy, this is one of the best moments of my life. I’m moving in.” I froze and she burst into laughter. “Shit, sorry. You should see your face. I was joking. Relax. Please don’t think I’m some stage five clinger who thinks we are now in a relationship.” She giggled again. “But seriously, I could get used to a spa like this with a view like that.” She pointed to where I was standing, using her finger to encompass both myself and the cityscape.
Breathing down my initial shock I lifted one shoulder before moving further into the water.
“One of the perks, I suppose. Although, I must say, it’s definitely better with you here.”
“Happy to be of service.”
Settling into the bubbles, I allowed the warmth of the water to wash over my sore muscles. The ice baths, post-game massages and physio only did so much and it was partially why I bought the hot tub in the first place. Although, Arna, in her fucking lack of clothes was my new favourite reason.
Leaning towards her, I smirked at the curious glint in her eyes. “Fancy a game of truth or dare?” I asked.
She pursed her lips in consideration. “Will it be hotter than the water because I’m not interested otherwise.” She stated and I felt myself harden at her innuendo.
Moving closer, she stiffened in anticipation, and I took her chin in my hand, tilting her face up towards me. The lights of the spa highlighted the glistening spark in her eyes and when she looked down at my lips, I pulled her into me and pressed my mouth against hers. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist and I sighed when she threw an arm around my neck deepening the kiss.
Shit, I missed her.
Breaking the kiss, I whispered against her lips. “Truth or dare?”
Putting space between us, she placed her drink on the corner of the spa and licked her lips. “Dare.”
Ooooh, my little wordsmith was feisty tonight and she was probably betting on me not calling her bluff. Refusing to look a gift horse in the mouth, I licked my lips and grinned. Without taking my eyes off her I voiced the fantasy that had been on my mind since the last time she was here.
“I dare you to bend over the edge of the jacuzzi.”
Her brows raised as she shrugged. “Pffft. Easy.” I watched her stand and walk confidently towards the edge and just as she was about to step up, I spoke again, halting her movements.
“Naked.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Arna
Iguess foreplay wasn’t on the cards tonight.
These meetings were getting spicier and spicier and while I was confident I would later cringe at my voracious responses, right now, with the perfect amount of wine floating through my system, I was more than ready.
“You underestimate me, Gloss.” I stated, walking through the warm water towards him. “Surely you’re used to women doing whatever it is you want.” His eyes flickered between my own but he didn’t utter a word, so I continued. “You know you don’t need to dare me. For you – I’ll happily take my clothes off. Especially if it means you get to see Barbara again.”
His brows creased in confusion while mine remained neutral.
