“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Shower. Now,” he tells me, nodding towards the running water.
“Uh, I don’t think so. Get out.”
He ignores me, stepping into me and lifting me in his arms. He walks us into the shower with me still in my underwear, and him in his jeans.
I’m lowered to the ground, but he keeps me close, my breasts pressed against his solid chest.
“The T-shirt couldn’t get wet but fuck the jeans, right?” I smile, teasing him.
“House rules. No smiling on your period.” I throw my head back and laugh, then he adds, “You know what it gets you.”
“Okay, Bossman. No smiling.” I school my features, leaning in to kiss my beautiful man.
His hands drift over my hips, pulling my thong down my legs. I step out of it, and he bends to pick it up, discarding it to the back of the shower. Picking up the soap, he starts to lather his hands as he rounds me.
Starting at my back, he rubs his hands expertly into my muscles, using the soap suds to glide his hands over my pebbled skin. I moan as he reaches my mid-back, the muscles feeling tender there. He moves lower, spending time to massage each leg, not missing an inch of me.
His front moulds to my back, and I sigh. The feel of his erection against my back makes my body hum with want and need.
“This isn’t fair,” I moan.
His lips fall to my neck as his large hands capture my breasts, brushing over each nipple and pulling them between his skilled fingers. He spends the most time on my breasts, growling each time I involuntarily arch back into him.
“I love you,” he tells me, tenderly kissing my temple.
21
Nina
I trudgeup the studio stairs feeling awful. My back is sore—presumably from the crash, and my head pounds. Vinny stopped on the way here to get me water and paracetamol, and Mase made me promise to call if I felt off in the day.
As I reach the top step, I spot Erin in the office looking nothing less than perfect. Rolling my eyes, I walk into the room, feeling like I have been dragged through a bush backwards. “How do you look so fresh after your flight and then a late night?” I ask, falling into the seat opposite the desk.
“Nina, your head, what happened?” she worries, eyeing the bruise on my brow.
“Don’t ask,” I say, shaking my head. She doesn’t need to worry about me, and I don’t need to relive the guilt of crashing Mason’s car.
“I love what you’ve done with the place. It’s looking incredible. You never told me how big the gym was. I expected a couple of treadmills.”
“Yeah, it’s getting there. I love it here really. Sorry, I must seem like a right grumpy cow. I got my period last night, and it’s hit me hard.”
“Ugh, cue the car crash.” She laughs. “I’m a raving bitch on my period.”
I laugh at the irony in her comment. “Oh, you have no idea.”
* * *
My morning only gets worse.Both my one-on-ones were late, which now only gives me twenty minutes until my next class. I call Scarlet and tell her I can’t meet, but that the girls will be free if she still wants to do lunch.
I am wiping down the mirrors when Erin pops her head around the door. “Oh, thank god you’ve stopped. You’re one busy lady!”
“Don’t, I’m starved.”
“I have half a sandwich left if you want it? Cheese and pickle.”
“Yes! Can I? I don’t know how I will make it to five o’clock.”
