Gabe ignored Jacob and stared at Amanda as he waited for her to respond. “Best to mix it up a little,” she said finally.
“Why are you asking Amanda these things?” Jacob asked. “Call your chick and ask her.”
“I already told you I want to surprise her.”
“Surprise her? Or her vagina?” Amanda asked.
Gabe chuckled. “Well, mostly her vagina, but other parts too. I have to program one thing at a time though.” He lifted both eyebrows. “What do you think about the girth continuing to increase? While it’s inside, I mean. Thicker and thicker and thicker.”
Amanda’s jaw dropped.
“That’s what I thought,” Gabe said and chewed his bottom lip as he pondered his idea.
Jacob laughed. “Sounds as if you’re working on some sort of sex machine.”
“It’s going to blow her mind.” Gabe grinned wickedly. “Thanks for the input.” He stood and descended the steps connected to the hot tub’s decking.
“You are such a f**king pervert,” Jacob said.
“So now I’m a pervert?” Gabe said, locating his flip-flops and sliding them on his feet. “Has Amanda seen your bedroom yet?”
Amanda’s head swiveled in Jacob’s direction.
“Not yet,” Jacob said, “but she’s about to.”
Chapter 9
Amanda wasn’t sure what she expected Jacob’s bedroom to look like, but she wouldn’t have put her money on what she discovered. She’d figured he’d have a huge bed, which he did, but all the kinky toys she had anticipated were missing. There were TVs of various sizes around the periphery of the heavy wooden canopy above the bed. There was even a monitor above the pillows so you could watch the screen while you were flat on your back. It looked more like a sports bar than a bedroom.
“I had no idea you were such a big fan of television,” Amanda said.
“Only when it’s live.”
“Like golf or something?”
“Or something.” He drew her damp body against his, one large hand splaying over her lower back and the other between her shoulder blades. “If it makes you uncomfortable to watch it, let me know and I’ll shut it off.” He kissed her temple.
“Watching television in bed?”
“No, sweetheart,” he said. “Watching me f**k you senseless.”
He reached over and pressed a button on a panel next to the door. TVs flickered on. She barely heard the sounds of auto-focusing cameras. When she realized that the bed displayed on all the screens was Jacob’s bed, her breath caught.
“You’re going to record us having sex?” she squeaked. She could totally get fired over something like that.
“No, I never record it. Too much of a liability.”
He cupped the back of her head, and she looked up at him. Why was her heart thudding out of control? He kissed her, lips stroking hers in sensual, sucking caresses until her entire body was tingling with pleasure and her knees were wobbly. Dear Lord, the man could kiss. She would give up food and drink until she died just so she could keep kissing him for the rest of her life.
The rest of her life? Where had that thought come from? That would never work, no matter how well he kissed her or how much she liked being with him. Just tonight. She just wanted him for tonight. Her arms went around him and drew him closer. Just tonight. That’s all she needed, and then she could give him up. She’d promised herself that she wouldn’t get attached because she knew he’d break her heart.
Amanda squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden sting behind them. Oh sure, her path would cross Jacob’s occasionally—there was no way around that—but they couldn’t be intimate again. She couldn’t get emotionally involved. Could. Not.
Amanda kissed Jacob more passionately, more desperately. Her hands began to roam over the hard contours of his body. His firm ass tightened beneath her exploring palms. He tugged his lips free and grinned down at her.
She caught movement in the largest video screen that hung over the head of the bed. Displayed was a fantastic male ass and a pair of familiar hands massaging the firm bu**ocks. She slid her hands up to Jacob’s lower back, and the image changed with the movement.
“What in the world?”
“The cameras have motion sensors.”
She laughed. “Very sci-fi.”
“Sole Regret’s security chief is into this high-tech stuff. He set it up.”
She watched the monitor, which would be much easier to see when she was sprawled on her back on the bed. There was something undeniably sexy about feeling his cool, skin beneath her hands and watching herself touch him on the screen. She wondered how much she’d be able to see when they got down to business.
“You okay with this?” he asked.
She couldn’t tear her attention away from the display of her hands stroking his ass.
“Amanda?”
She jerked at the sound of her name and forced her gaze to meet his. “Yeah, as long as there’s no recording made.”
“No recording,” he promised.
“Then I’m more than okay with this. Your ass looks amazing in my hands.” She gave his cheek a swat, and the muscle tensed. That sight did all sorts of things to the throbbing, swollen, heated flesh between her thighs.
Jacob released her, turned to the control panel near the door and started pushing buttons. The lights around the periphery of the room dimmed, casting shadows over the black satin sheets on the bed. The wooden canopy above the bed opened and some sort of contraption lowered out of the ceiling. Black padded straps flopped down to hang above the center of the bed, swaying beneath heavy chains that affixed the collection of loops to a heavy spring.
Amanda lifted an eyebrow at the contraption. “Oh sure, you get me to agree to one kinky thing and then you think it’s okay to bring out the torture devices.”
“It’s not for torture. It’s a sex swing. I figured you were getting tired. This will make my mad sex skills easier on your body.”
She chuckled. “Mad sex skills?” While she didn’t deny that he had mad sex skills, she couldn’t help but find it hilarious that he referred to them that way. She’d always imagined Jacob would be suave in bed. Impersonal. She was actually relieved that he was as fun inside the bedroom as he was out of it.
“Are you laughing at me, Amanda Lange?” The corner of his mouth twitched. His own attempts to keep a straight face weren’t working out so well for him.