Chapter 27

The next morning, the blaring of the alarm clock made me groan. When soft, warm curves snuggled tighter with a quiet moan, I jolted. Nope, not one of my favorite dreams; Mandy had actually slept in my bed. Right where she belonged.

With that thought slicing through me, my eyelids pried open. Beneath knitted brows, her blue lasers were waiting and began nibbling at my soul. Recognition also flooded her expression: yes, she had spent another night. This time, as my avowed lover.

When I opened my mouth, ready to say “good morning,” she silenced me with soft lips. As her tongue probed, those eyes blazed. So, yes, she agreed; right where she belonged.

After a forceful hug, she rose from my grasp with a sigh. As sleek sexiness left the bed, my aching frame followed.

While she wobbled across the room to slip into the borrowed shorts and T-shirt, I dressed for my run. Neither of us spoke. The silence wasn’t eerie. Unable to tear our gazes from each other, we simply couldn’t scrounge the correct words.

Right after I’d opened the rear door, she stepped into a chilly breeze but pressed backward into me. Those delightful curves wriggled as she swept hair from her cheek.

“Mmm, your slut, my love,” she purred while staring at her darkened house.

Before a response could form in my frazzled brain, she pranced into the dim morning light. The towel flailed in one hand as those slender curves dashed across the dark lawn. Once she’d disappeared inside, my heart plummeted into the pit of my stomach.

“Fuck, miss her already,” I grumbled.

I ran. At least I must’ve run, since sweat dripped as my heavy footfalls thudded toward the pool. With Mandy filling my thoughts, the miles had vaporized.

Although the lights glowed in their home, there were no signs of her as my laps tore through the pool’s frothy water. While lifting, every few seconds, I peeked at her windows.

“She’s gotta be as fried as me,” I muttered, toweling sweat from my brow.

My phone buzzed, and I jumped but snatched it from the bench. An image appeared. Mandy’s smile caught me first. As an answering grin strode across my face, I scanned lower. My pulse roared. With her fingers, she’d spread flushed, shiny petals. A text arrived.

Charles is sitting out there, working already. Sorry.

With a chuckle, I sent back a picture of my dangling rod.

Miss you.

Later, master.

While surveying her home, I finished the exercises, but she still hadn’t appeared. Not even in the upper windows. With a busy morning ahead, the hot tub soak would be skipped, but just as I was stepping through the rear door, my phone sounded again.

A short video file.

From the neck down, the view was aimed between sleek, trembling legs. Both limbs, dripping suds, were spread wide and slid along the sides of a white porcelain bathtub. Off-screen, loud moans echoed as a froth-covered pelvis twisted upward from mounds of bubbles. A blur, glistening fingers pumped flushed, snow-flecked petals.

“Mmm, ah, fuck.” The camera shook as she huffed quicker. As the wet digits plunged deep, her body shuddered. “Ah! Oh, yes. For ... Only for you. I’m coming for you, master. Oh, God...”