“Don’t stop, Theo.” I was vibrating with the need to come, my skin on fire.

“Can I give you a finger, baby?” he asked, pressing his thumb to the rim of my ass. The sensitive nerves there sent shocks of pleasure so intense I bucked into his hand.

“Please, please, please,” I begged as he pressed inside with oily fingers from the massage. The pressure there combined with the unrelenting suction on my clit had me on the edge of climaxing in seconds. “Oh, you’re making me come, oh, oh, I’m coming so hard,” I moaned, and he growled. In the next second the flat of his tongue lapped at my clit while the tip of his thumb breached me and my mind shattered. White shards of pleasure exploded inside me, until I screamed. I came and came on his tongue, with his fingers inside me, and the world was reduced to the two of us, this room and the way he could make me feel.

I’d had lovers who had tried the seduction thing, but in the end when we got to it, they couldn’t get me out of my head. They couldn’t make me lose myself in them, in the pleasure of it. Not like Theo—when he was focused on me like this, there was nothing else.

Once I could think again, I let myself slump onto the massage table, boneless, blissed out, as Theo kept petting. Then I remembered how hard he’d been. I reached back to try and touch him but he moved away.

“You haven’t come yet,” I babbled into the leather of the table. He only laughed and leaned in to kiss the side of my face that wasn’t being squished.

“This was just for you, baby.” Fuck me, he was the perfect man. “So how would we rate the service at the Ganas Pleasure Palace?” His voice was full of humor as he leaned to press a kiss on my shoulder.

“Ten out of ten, would recommend,” I told him, completely mellowed out from that fanfuckingtastic orgasm.

“I can’t wait to read that Yelp review,” he joked, making me laugh, and I felt so fucking happy in that moment, it was hard to imagine it was really my life.

“Take a nap, sweetheart, I’ll wake you for the museum,” he whispered and covered me with a blanket, but I was half asleep. An hour in and this was already best vacation I’d ever had.

Chapter Twenty-One

Alba