Illicit Temptation (Astoria Royals #3)

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

Shea

“ Y ou’ve got to be kidding,” I say at the squat, wooden structure at the end of a long driveway surrounded by tall, full trees.

Calling it rustic is being overly hopeful.

“This is hardly a funny situation, princess,” Trace says, getting out of the car.

“I’d say this is One Season.” I still can’t believe this is happening. I went from having zero marriage commitments to being overcommitted.

Trace opens the door and a waft of musty air hits me. “Go inside. After a shower, you’ll feel better.”

Needing a shower falls a few pegs on my priority list. “Can you try to reach Balor on the burner?”

He shrugs. “I could, but I don’t trust Malone can’t hack into them. I’m not here to play strategic guessing games. I’m getting you away from him.”

I bark a laugh at the idea someone can beat Balor’s cyber skills. Trace opens the door to the bathroom and kissing the side of my head, he says, “I brought the bag you packed. I have everything you need.”

“My...meds?”

His face tightens at me mentioning the contraception I started taking again after he confessed to swapping it with the fertility drugs. He still acts guilty for what he did.

“Yes, princess. I grabbed your toiletry bag from the bathroom back at the house.” Watching me hesitate, he kicks off his shoes. “I guess I’ll take a shower now, too. How about I help you?”

As with all the other times he removed his clothes, I forget what the hell we’re arguing about. A chill clings to the cabin, but with Trace removing his briefs it feels like ninety degrees.

“Yes, please.”

Holding my hand, he brings me into the tiny bathroom with diagonal cedar planks on the walls and ceiling. My toes grip similar sanded knotted planks on the floor. The narrow shower stall sits behind a glass door. “Doesn’t look like enough room for two.”

“There’s a word for that. It’s called cozy.” Smiling, he lifts the nightgown over my head and slides down my panties. I think he might lay me out on the vanity and impale me with his cock, but Trace turns to the shower and cranks on the water.

After a blast of icy cold, it turns steamy and comfortable when I reach out to touch it. “How does this place have hot water?” I ask.

“It has a tankless water heating system. I put the power on when I grabbed the towels. Everything should be nice and warm by the time we finish in here.”

“When were you here last?”

“About a year ago.”

“I need to brush my teeth first.” I turn toward the vanity and smile seeing my toothbrush and toothpaste from my makeup bag.

After brushing my teeth, I turn around and catch Trace purely nude, water cascading down his body.

He opens the glass door, water droplets sluicing down his chin. “Come in, princess. The water’s fine.”

Every inch of Trace is sculpture worthy, his flaccid cock hangs long and thick between his legs. The dusting of sparse hair across his pecs and down a happy trail from his belly button to his pelvis, now darkened from the water, makes him look primal.

I step in and exhale in relief feeling the warm water .

“Turn around, princess. Let me wash your hair.” He squirts pearly liquid from a sleek, dark-colored bottle.

I can argue, but this rustic experience has me relaxing my standards. Trace gives my scalp a gentle scrub then sweeps his hands down my shoulders to cup my breasts.

“That’s not my hair.”

“How about this?” Those hands roam down my stomach, and one cups my sex. “That little trail of hair on your pussy drives me crazy.” He grows hard against my ass. “How about a quick fuck?”

My breath shallows. “Do you think that’s the best use of our time?”

“There’s no digital cable.” He rinses my hair. “Not much else to do.”

“I do have my naughty romance audiobook.” I turn to face him.

“Or we can record our own.” He stops the water and stands there dripping wet.

The vision is erotically phenomenal and burns the breath in the my lungs.

“Let me hear your growly Irish accent,” I struggle to speak.

“You’re mine, princess,” he rasps and turns to grab two towels from the vanity.

That ass...

Looking at something so spectacular, I’ll easily get into character.