The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (good novels to read TXT) 📕

As for this ungodly hour, Amberleigh attempted to wind herself down from the whole Grayson drama. Leo wouldn’t be the only one having a conversation with the master of the penthouse when he sobered his ass up later. After Mr. Duvall brought her a bottle of sparkling water, just as promised, she decided to chill the fuck out in a nice, warm bath.

                Hell, she was going all out as she poured in fancy oils and shit, lit some candles to place around the ledge of the huge ass tub. She immersed herself and it felt divine indeed. A much needed and welcomed escape from the day and it was only like five in the morning.

                She cleared her mind of all her nagging thoughts, closed her eyes, took a deep breath of those essential oils, and just enjoyed the warm sensations allover her body. At least until she heard her bedroom door open. Fuck! Really? Worst fucking timing ever, as she only knew of one person who thought himself above knocking.

                She wasn’t feeling this shit at the moment.  Grayson really was a dead man now! Maybe if she stayed quiet he would just go the fuck away. Like hell was she getting out of this bath for him! He could take his drunk ass back to bed. She was surprised he hadn’t passed out already. Carbs and an overabundance of liquor usually put her ass out guaranteed.

                She cursed when she heard his slippers across the marble floor of her room. Nope, he was coming right on into the bathroom liked he owned the place. Not like it was hard to find her, as she’d left the bathroom door open. Nope, he didn’t bother asking permission to enter or if this was a bad time. It was a shame she wasn’t taking a shit as it would serve him right.

He swaggered right into the bathroom. He’d changed into a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and white t- shirt both of which hugged his body nicely. He shoved his hands into his pockets and eyed her in the tub, as if he were trying see beneath the bubbles. He was breathing hard as fuck.

“Rude much? Do you mind? You may own this place Mr. Godwin, but you are still expected to show some decency. But you proved that is beyond your capabilities,” she scolded him.

“You, Miss Dubois are the most irritating and fucking annoying person I’ve ever met.”

                “Thanks. I try. Now get your drunk ass out of here. I’m busy as you can see and I doubt you’re up for the job at the moment sir.”

                Instead of leaving, as he clearly wasn’t used to following orders, Grayson sat down on the stone steps surrounding the tub.  He reached down and placed a hand in the water, tracing through the foam in lazy circles. But he always stopped just short of touching her skin. What the fuck was he playing at? And why the hell was her heart beating faster, anticipating his touch?

                Grayson was a rude, selfish, egotistical, inconsiderate prick. His recent actions only validated this. He only wanted her for what she could do for him, give him a child. Men like him were users, takers, nothing else.  He didn’t give a damn about her otherwise. So why the fuck did she still want him to fuck her like he meant it? To claim her lips and taste every inch of her skin?

                She watched him with narrowed eyes wondering where this game of his was going. She’d been burned enough by him. Her breathing stilled when his hand traced lightly over her outer thigh. Her body responded to his touch immediately and shivers went down clear to her toes.

                “You get under my skin. But I can’t get you out of my fuckin head. I think about you all the fuckin time, Miss Dubois. When I saw you in that dress, I wanted to be the one to rip it off you, to make love to you all night long.”

                Oh snap. Was this just drunk ramblings from a man hoping to get laid? But alcohol was usually nature’s truth serum in her experience. And nature’s aphrodisiac.  She had to play this cool. Not start screaming hallelujah, fuck me for real this time!  But seriously, could this like be it? What she’d been waiting for like five fuckin weeks now?

                “Hum? Well you certainly have a unique way of showing it sir. However, I could be persuaded to hear more about your proposal Mr. Godwin.”

                His hand slid beneath the bubbles once more and began to skim lightly over her skin as he spoke, growing ever so closer to that sweet spot between her legs. Now he wasn’t the only one breathing  like an asthmatic whore on half-price night.

                “You made me hard right away Miss Dubois. You are quite intoxicating,” he leaned over the edge of the tub, closer to where they shared the same air, “And you’re fuckin beautiful. I wanted to  take you back to my room and get you out of that dress . Give you what you deserved.”

                “And what would that be Mr. Godwin?”

                “Worship you like a fucking queen. Show my utter devotion.”

                His hand slipped between her legs. He knew what he was doing with those fingers of his for sure, teasing every nerve ending it seemed, until he found that magical one. And when she arched her back and moaned, he grinned. Bingo.

                It seemed the naughty boy memorized that fun spot, and took great care, not to linger upon it too long. Allowing the burning between her legs to build, intensify.  Maddening, light touches, which drove her fucking wild. He laughed as she grew impatient and grinded her pussy against his hand.

                “Permission to enter Queen?” he asked.

                “Yes,” she managed, “Get the fuck in here.”

                He laughed again before he pushed a finger inside. His thumb teased her clit, as he slid his finger in and out of her. She whimpered as the heat built inside her core, begging to fuckin explode. Her eyes closed and her body began to tighten as he took her just the edge of that bliss. Suddenly his touch was gone and she snapped open her eyes.  What the fuck was this shit?  But her anger didn’t last very long as the billionaire was stripping off his clothes.