Page 93 of Savage Ambition

I slid my free hand along the inside of his thigh. The muscle jumped under my touch. “I’m making a point.”

Despite his protests, his legs parted. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.” I let my hands do the talking. I trailed up his chest, teasing one nipple, while my other hand moved lower. I touched him everywhere except where he wanted most.

He shifted, making a soft sound of frustration as my fingers brushed his balls. I chuckled, tilting his head back to kiss his neck. “Relax.”

“How the hell can I relax when you’re doing that?”

My hands glided down his chest, parting his legs underwater. I stroked him everywhere but the place that craved my touch the most.

Shaw dropped his head onto my shoulder with a groan. He grew increasingly vocal as my semi-hard erection pressed against him. “Fine, you’ve made your point.”

“No, I haven’t.” I ignored his half-hearted pleas, restricting myself to agonizingly faint touches. I waited until he surrendered before wrapping a firm hand around his cock.

He gasped, one hand scrambling for purchase on the slick porcelain. The water sloshed as his hips bucked. When desperation broke him, he whispered, “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please!” Shaw strained back against my chest, his hips chasing my hand.

I ran my thumb over the head of his cock, quickening the pace while trailing kisses from his shoulder up his neck.

When I felt him tense on the edge of release, I pressed my lips against his ear and murmured, “Shaw.”

The effect was instantaneous. He came with a violent shudder, his entire body arching backward. He groaned, slumping limply against me. “It’s not fair.”

“Then I believe I’ve made my point.”

We remained entwined in the hot water for several minutes before he moved to stand. My instinct demanded I pull him back down, but I let him go. His movement gave me a perfect view of his ass. I reached out to squeeze it.

His startled yelp made me laugh as he shot me an indignant look over his shoulder.

I feigned ignorance. “What?”

“You know what,” he muttered, scowling as a dark blush crept up his cheeks.

I stepped out of the tub and handed him a thick red towel. Wrapping another around my waist, I followed him back to the bedroom. A glance at the digital clock on the nightstand revealed our time was almost over.

He gathered his scattered clothes, dressing silently. I wanted to drag him back to the mattress, but another client would arrive soon. The thought of someone else touching me after Shaw left made my skin crawl, but that was the reality of my life.

Once dressed, he stood before me, looking up with a familiar shyness. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.” I gave in to the urge to kiss him, touching his cheek. When Ishi knocked to signal our time was up, a heavy spike of resentment hit me at the system that turned intimacy into timed increments. “Until then.”

As the door closed behind him, the ghost of Renato’s bite throbbed on my thigh. The pain served as a brutal reminder of how unforgivably torn I was between the two men.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

SHAW

Ishi waited for me on the other side of the door to escort me downstairs.

Halfway to the exit, I patted my empty pocket. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong, sir?”

“Sorry, I forgot my phone in the room. Can I go grab it?”