Page 92 of Maximum Bet

“I think I was supposed to take this off with my teeth,” he says, flicking the garter.

“You still can,” I tease, popping my knee to show off the leg the accessory adorns.

Breathing hard, Dominic drops to his knees, fingers grazing over my hips. “So fucking beautiful,” he mutters. “I’m the luckiest fucker alive.”

He leans in, biting the garter and running it down my leg. At my ankle, he releases it and uses his hand to pull it past the still blood-covered bottom of my foot.

“We should get you cleaned up,” he says, standing and tossing the garter to the vanity.

“You’re not much better.” I trace my finger along the dots of crimson covering his neck.

I work to remove my stockings and panties as Dominic checks the water temperature. Deeming it acceptable, he holds out his hand to help me in. I sink into the warm bath, staying in the middle of the tub to give him room behind me.

Once settled, he pours the orange honey bubble bath in the water and presses a button to start the jets.

I lean back against his chest as the water and bubbles swirl around my body. Dominic’s hands roam, starting on my stomach and running down my thighs. He massages the muscle there, adding to my relaxation.

Sighing, I rest my head on his shoulder. “This is wonderful.”

“Hand me one of the small towels,” he says, indicating the stack near the faucet.

Dominic adds body wash and spreads it across the terrycloth. “Lift your arms.”

I do as directed, humming when he rubs the soap over my limbs, cleaning any remnants of the night off my body.

“Legs,” he demands next.

Once he’s thoroughly scrubbed each inch of me, I decide it’s my turn. Spinning to face him, I hold my hand out for the washcloth.

“You’re dirty, too,” I say, earning a chuckle.

“Yes, I am.” He cocks a brow. “How dirty do you want me to be?”

I swat at his chest, my face flushing. Even after all this time, Dominic’s dirty talk and sexual demands have heat rushing through me.

I stroke the cloth across his neck and chest, then move to his shoulders and arms. I pay close attention to his biceps, squeezing the thick muscles. He flexes in response, a smirk gracing his lips.

Next are his legs, which I have to scoot back in the tub to reach. I purposely avoid his hips and groin. I have plans for that area when I’m done.

Once I’ve finished with his calves, he reaches for me, his gaze heated and fixed on my exposed breasts.

“I’m clean enough,” he announces, ripping the cloth from my hand and dropping it on the tub’s edge. “Come here.”

I straddle his legs but keep my center away from his hardened cock.

“Cassandra,” he warns.

“Patience.” I raise a brow, repeating his word from earlier.

With a seductive smile, I grab the body wash and pour some in my palm. I rub it between my hands, then reach under the water, holding his member and stroking.

He groans, his head tilting back. “Jesus Christ.”

I grip him firmly with both hands as I continue to work his cock, up and down, curling over the top to pay attention to the sensitive head.

As his hips begin to rock, I move one hand to cradle his balls, making him curse and take a bruising hold on my waist.

“Enough,” he snaps, eyes meeting mine, the look on his face feral. “I need to fuck you, Cassandra.”