Page 93 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

Steam begins to build, fogging up the mirror and warming the room by degrees.

She strips off her clothes and submerges herself in the warm but not too-hot water.

I watch as her eyes close, but not a single inch of her unclenches. So, I undress quietly and slip into the tub behind her. She leans back into me without hesitation.

Her back settles against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her waist. I rest my chin on the top of her head for a moment, breathing her in. She smells like peppermint from the gum she always chews after teaching, and the faint citrus of her shampoo.

My fingers trail slowly up her arm, then down again. I trace over her forearm, then across the ridge of her collarbone and back. Slowly, she starts to soften bit by bit.

Her head tips to the side, exposing the curve of her neck. I press a kiss there, then another to her shoulder. My arm glides across her chest and I pull her in closer.

Then she turns.

She moves onto her knees and straddles my lap. Her hands find my shoulders and slide up to the back of my neck. When she leans in, I meet her halfway. The kiss is soft at first, but it deepens quickly.

My hands find her waist as she moves closer. I squeeze gently, then run my palms up her sides.

Her kiss turns hungrier and she moans softly into my mouth. That sound unravels me. I fucking need her right this minute. I stand, pulling her with me.

She blinks up at me, her brows furrowing slightly. I reach for the towel, hold it open, and wrap her in it the second she steps forward. I dry her off slowly, starting at her shoulders and working my way down. I lift each foot to pat it dry, then rise and slide the towel between her legs.

Once she’s done, I dry myself off quickly and scoop her into my arms. I carry her into the bedroom, then ease her down onto the mattress. I smooth a hand over her damp hair.

She’s always beautiful. But right now she’s breathtaking.

I kiss her knee, then the inside of her thigh. Her towel slips open. I trail my lips higher, skimming the soft skin between her legs without giving her what she wants yet.

I look up at her. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“You,” she whispers. “All of you.”

I grip her thighs and drag her to the bottom of the bed. I kneel there as her legs fall open and I lower my mouth between them. I don’t tease. I don’t waste a second. I slide my tongue through her center and groan at the taste of her. She gasps and arches against me.

I wrap one arm under her thigh and press my palm flat against her lower belly. Then I devour her, bit by bit. Her fingers find my hair and pull as I suck her clit into my mouth. I circle it slowly, then faster, until she’s panting and writhing beneath me. I have no intention of stopping.

Her legs tremble. Her breath stutters.

Then the wave hits her.

Every muscle is pulled tight as her orgasm rolls through her. I don’t let up until she’s shaking. I don’t stop until her grip loosens and her body goes slack.

I kiss my way back up her body, catching her lips with mine. I grind down into her soaked pussy, coating my cock with her slickness. She’s dripping with need. The urge is so strong to just slide in bare.

I notch my cock at her entrance, playing with fire. The heat of her feels so fucking good. I have to physically force my hand to the nightstand drawer. We haven’t had that conversation yet and now is not the time. I tear the foil and roll on the condom in record time.

I thrust into her with one deep stroke.

She cries out, both hands gripping my arms. Her walls clench around me.

Bracing myself above her, I start to move, slowly at first. I grab one of her thighs and pull it higher, angling deeper.

She gasps and claws at my shoulders. “Oh my god, Jude.”

My hips move faster, sliding in and out of her.

“You’re mine,” I grit out.

I push into her again and again, each thrust claiming her more than the last. She takes it all—moaning, begging, shaking beneath me.