Chapter 60：Mia

Alone, I returned to the bathroom and started a bath, all the time thinking about my brother and his "waiter" job and then, of course, about James Maxwell. Would he find himself another mistress after my five years were up? I wondered as I played with the soapy bubbles around me. Would he ever get himself another woman into a serious relationship while toying with me as mistress? The thought made me sick, and I refused to think about it any further.

It was some half an hour later when I was ready for dinner, all dressed up. My face was made up neutrally with a little bit of foundation, eye shadow, mascara, blush, and lipstick. Even though I wasn't at all well off, a girl still needed a makeup kit to make herself look good, right? Of course, there were some brands that were cheap enough even I could afford.

I was just finishing forming my hair in a loose bun at the top of my head when I heard James's voice.

"Mia?"

I quickly finished up and headed out the door.

"I'm here," I said at the bedroom door.

He was in the kitchen with a bottle of water in his hand, ready to take a sip. The moment he saw me, he stopped in his tracks and just stared.

I smiled, hoping sincerely he liked what he saw. I couldn't quite make out the look on his face clearly since we were quite far apart, but eventually he did take a couple of sips of the water. Once he was done, he came over to me and stood right in front of me.

He had a smirk on his face, and his Prussian-blue eyes were bright as they roved over me. I hoped it was with appreciation. Then his hand touched my chin, and he tilted my face up toward his. His face then descended toward me, and when his lips were about to touch mine, he stopped.

It looked like he was in a dark dilemma with himself, and I wondered what it was about.

Suddenly he pulled back and said, "Better not mess up that lipstick."

I was disappointed. I wanted him to kiss me. Never mind about the lipstick. I could redo it. But of course I wasn't going to tell him how much I wanted him. I had my pride too.

He stepped around me and headed into the bathroom. "I'll just have a quick shower before we go."

"Okay," I said over my shoulder.

He shut the door behind him, and I headed to the couch. I sat among the many shopping bags and began to look through them. I was killing time, of course. I'd sort them out properly tomorrow.

As I busied myself going through dresses, my mind wandered off to James and the shower once again. Oh God! It seemed I liked to imagine James in the shower every time. Taut muscles and skin glistening wet. Dark Prussian-blue eyes and sensual lips seducing me to join him. It was enough to make me weak in the knees.

He emerged some ten minutes later with nothing on but a white towel wrapped around his waist. I gawked at him like a kid wanting to eat chocolate cake as he came toward me.

Oh God! He looked just like in my imagination. Taut muscles and skin beaded with droplets of water. Dark eyes and sensual lips.

"Screw the lipstick," he said and came to join me on the sofa. He pulled me into his arms, and his eager lips searched for mine. Once he found what he sought, he claimed them with ardor.

His lips were hot and fervent against mine, and when he plunged his tongue into my mouth, my world melted into an intoxicated pool of sensations. Thrill and warmth with a sense of calming pleasure flooded my whole body. I felt as if I were floating in midair as James continued to deliciously devour me.

When he released me, he lowered himself and paid attention to my breasts. He slowly and carefully, which was very unlike him, unzipped the dress around the back. Then gently, which was also very unlike him, he peeled the material down my body to my waist.

He stared long and hard at my breasts, as if he were fascinated by them, marveling at them. I nibbled on my lower lip in anticipation as he lightly and gently and slowly caressed the pink bud of my right nipple. He molded it about between his finger and thumb. I couldn't help myself and groaned softly.

"Beautiful," he said and then licked it. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then he sucked at it and kissed it and rolled it around with his tongue. Once it was hard and glistening pink, he turned his attention to the other.

He licked and then sucked.

"James…" I moaned as he continued to lovingly torture me.

When he was satisfied, he unraveled his towel. I gasped once I saw how hard his shaft was, parading itself there proudly, ready to ravish me.

James caught me around my backside and pulled me up to sit on him as he raised my skirt. He placed his palm against my pussy and started rubbing me.

"Hmm…" I closed my eyes as he pleasured me.

"Tell me you want me," he teased.

I nodded my head mindlessly. "I want you. Oh yes, I want you."

He chuckled, and then he became aggressive. He tore my brand-new panties to pieces and then inserted his finger in me.

I groaned. "So good."

He laughed, pleased with my reaction. Then he lifted me a bit more and inserted himself into me.

I cried out, "James! Oh, James… So good…"

He gritted his teeth and kissed me hard as he began moving inside me.

"We're going to be late for dinner," he said breathlessly as he continued to plunge deeply in and out of me.

I didn't care if we were late or not. I just wanted him to continue driving me crazy this way. Oh God! It felt so good.

We were moving together, me on top of him, dancing in an erotic rhythm. Oh God, I felt good, sexy—powerful even—as I clutched him against me. I let myself go and just let James ravish me. And then we came together as he swore under his breath, "Fuck, Mia…"

I collapsed in his arms again as he held me tight. A chuckle escaped his lips, and he said, "That was great."

I raised my head and smiled, nodding.