To drive his point home, he places an openmouthed kiss behind my ear. My hands shoot up to grip his shoulders for support as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“That’s …” I breathe out, trying to find my words. “That’s …”
“That’s what?”
“Interesting?” It comes off as more of a question, and Baz chuckles. The vibrations travel through me, startling every nerve ending awake and making me hyperaware of him.
He takes a step back and reaches for my hand, then leads us down the hall toward what I assume is the entrance to his penthouse.
We pass a few doors along the way, and Baz’s commentary on each has my brows rising.
“A small gym there.” He points at the glassed room to the left of us. “I only use it when I want to be left alone.”
“So all the time?” I quip with a wry twist of my lips.
“Funny, but not far off. That’s my office,” he says in passing. “Spend most of my time in there. We have an extra security hub right there, and here”—he slides a card over another fob mechanism, and it beeps, then flashes green before we’re able to push inside—“is the penthouse.”
I follow Baz inside, trying to slowly take everything in and commit it all to memory—each small detail while still thinking about what he said outside. Everything I need access to is here, all on one floor. I just need that card to get in. And a distraction. He has to have security cameras pointed everywhere throughout the resort. That’s the only explanation for his security hub up here.
The penthouse is decorated much like my suite, though up here, everything screams Baz and masculinity. They’re the same sleek dark designs he has back at home. A full kitchen and breakfast bar along with a living room before a hallway, which I assume leads to the bedroom, and a balcony.
I hadn’t noticed it before, not when you stand outside, not even when you walk in, but as Baz leads us toward the balcony, I realize this is more than just a balcony. This connects to his private pool and spa and has the same incredible view as before. The observatory and the twinkling lights of the city smile back at us.
Baz continues to walk out onto the balcony. “Care for another swim?”
I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest. “As I recall, we didn’t do much swimming last time.”
Baz smirks. “Touché.”
He strips down to his briefs, and without another word, he enters the water. I pause just over the threshold, watching him. He slips straight into the Jacuzzi without so much as a wince when he disappears into the hot water. Billows of steam rise around him, and I watch helplessly as the stirrings in my gut start to tug and burn with desire.
“You don’t play fair,” I say, already dropping my clutch onto the chaise and stepping toward the Jacuzzi. My heels click against the concrete.
“Problem, dirty girl?” he challenges with a devious grin. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He splays his arms out at his sides, gripping the edge of the tiles. The movement causes the muscles in his arms to bulge and strain. I find myself growing wet, feeling hot and weak in the knees. I’m not even in there; yet, I feel like I am. My body overheats just from standing here watching this man do nothing more than sit in a warm body of water.
“Nope,” I squeak. “No problem at all.” I turn around, giving him my back while I give myself a mental pep talk.
You need to keep him interested. Be daring. Be different.
I glance at him over my shoulder and find him watching me intently with questions in his eyes. He’s probably wondering what the fuck I’m doing and why it’s taking me so long to join him. I’m sure the hordes of other women he’s been with would tear off their clothes the second they stepped over the threshold.
Still glancing at him over my shoulder, I slide down the zipper of my dress and slip the straps over my shoulders. He doesn’t move. His face doesn’t give anything away, so I keep going. I slip the satin material down my body and finally get the reaction I was looking for—heat. So much heat flares in his eyes when he stares at my nude body. The dress was so tight, I didn’t bother with a bra or panties, not wanting to ruin the effect, and now, I’m so glad I went commando. By the way he’s staring at me, I’d say he agrees, too.
“You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you, Mackenzie?” His husky voice is awed and filled with arousal. Feeling embolden by his heated gaze, I pivot in my heels and give him a full view of my body. I take a step forward, but the command in his voice halts me in my tracks.
“No. Don’t move.” I freeze, eyeing him warily. With his fingers, he scratches along his chin, watching me contemplatively. “Sit down.”
My brows raise. “What—right here? On the ground?”
He smirks. “Or squat. But I want you right here.” He points at the spot on the edge of the Jacuzzi right in front of his face.
Oh my God.
Heat rises to my cheeks as my legs wobble, threatening to give out on me. I drop my gaze to the floor and try to figure out if I should squat or sit. I could squat to keep my ass off the cold floor, but I have no idea what he wants from me in this position or how long he wants me there, so I opt to sit. I lower myself to the floor and try to keep my private parts covered with my legs, but Baz’s hot, wet hand shoots out, gripping my ankle.
“Nuh-uh. Spread them for me, baby. I want to see you.”
I moan.
I can’t even help it. My body obliges before I have a chance to think twice. With my stilettos planted on the ground, I widen my legs, leaving my center bare for him to openly view.
Baz sucks in air through his teeth, but he doesn’t lean forward like I expect him to. Instead, he rests his back against the ledge of the Jacuzzi and watches me with heat swirling in his turbulent depths.
“Touch yourself.”
My mouth drops open in surprise.
“Show me how you play with your pussy, Mackenzie.”
I shake my head. “I-I … I don’t do—”
Baz tsks and smirks at me knowingly. “Now, now, dirty girl. Don’t lie to me. You mean to tell me you haven’t touched this pussy, not even once since the last time I fucked you? You haven’t rubbed your clit and dipped your fingers inside that heat, imagining my cock sliding in and out, not one time?”
How does he know? Fuck, how can he read me so well?
My distress must be written all over my face because Baz finally leans forward, his face mere inches from my pussy.
“Fuck. I can smell your arousal. I can see your pussy leaking, just begging to be touched.”
And he’s right. I know he can. His eyes are riveted on my bared center, and when I look down, I can see what he’s talking about. I’m dripping wet and completely swollen, and he hasn’t even laid one finger on me yet.
“Yes,” I moan helplessly, tossing my head back.
“Then do it,” he orders. “Touch your pussy, dirty girl. Touch it like you would in your bedroom when you’re alone.”
Be brave.
Be wild.
Be free, Kenzie.
Instead of the voice being my own, it’s Mad’s, and I don’t second-guess the words this time. I just do it.
While staring into his eyes, I slide my clammy palm down the firm planes of my stomach. I pause just above my pubic bone, trying to catch my breath and summon the courage to keep going. His eyes are scorched with heat. So much so, I find myself slipping my hand down. With my finger, I dip into my wetness, sliding it up and around my clit. A jolt of pleasure shoots through my body, and I arch my back. I focus on Baz intently and fuck my pussy with my fingers. I imagine it’s his hand and his fingers pumping inside me. His tongue flicking back and forth over my clit. Spreading my lips open and devouring me whole.