She could just watch him all day long. The chiseled features. The silky black mane. The broad shoulders. The brooding, chocolate eyes. The proud chin. She smiled as her prize gazed down through the 2nd story villa windows. "He has arrived," he reported, placing his glass of chilled water on the counter in front of him. When she gave no indication of having heard him, he turned towards her. "Madame?" he said in a husky voice. His words sent ripples of pleasure through her and she writhed gently in the bedsheets. "Already?" she pouted. A knowing smile crossed Alec's face and he strode towards her side of the bed, not bothering to button up the pants that now hung loosely around his hips.
Helena gazed at him, a dark smile found its way to her lips and she cupped him possessively. He let out a ragged breath as she began to massage through the fabric. "I am the Mistress of this Villa. I decide when to grace my unwelcome guests with my presence," she reminded him. Her mouth watered as the bulge in his pants struggled to find freedom. With that, she brazenly threw off the covers that clothed her taut, nude frame. "They will wait," she declared before slipping a slim finger into the belt loop of his slacks and tugged him towards her. As his frame rested snugly against hers, her ice blue gaze settled on him. "Now, you will worship me. Again and again and again."
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