I notice my voice lowers an octave as I say, “No shaving this. It’s perfect, Mr.Morgan.”
I scan his face, growing increasingly annoyed that my exposed torso is pressed up against his tee instead of his nakedbody.
“I need to get you out ofthis.”
“I need a shower,” heinsists.
I move closer to him, enjoying his smell. “Doyou?”
He practically snorts at my comment. “Yes, I reallydo.”
I slide my hands under his shirt as I press my face against his. I can feel his smile against my skin, and I’m sure he can feel me doing thesame.
“I like that you’re not resisting me,” Isay.
“You’re going to have a hard time making me resist anything aboutyou.”
I guide him down thehall.
“Where are we going?” heasks.
“You said you needed a shower, so let’s takeone.”
“You’re gonna take twoshowers?”
“We might need another one later too, so if I get lucky, I can take three or four moreshowers.”
He takes another kiss, and we head into the bathroom. I turn the water back on as Jesse strips down. He’s right in front of the mirror of my master bathroom, standing between the dualsinks.
When he’s finished taking off his clothes, he stands tall. He’s far more muscular than when we first met. His dark happy trail runs down under his navel, to the pubes framing that glorious erection he’s got going, one I know I’m responsible for because of the way I attacked him as soon as he returnedhome.
“You’re looking at me like you don’t see this every day,” he teases as he slips past me, stepping through the doorway into the glassshower.
I tail behind him, presenting him with kisses and caresses as he struggles to wash himself through my displays of affection. I caress my hands up and down his body. The slippery sensation across his flesh makes it that much easier for me to enjoy those thickmuscles.
“When the fuck did you become this beefcake?” Iask.
“Funny you should mention that. I was thinking about how I could hardly fit into my pants thismorning.”
“In all the rightways.”
“Just my love weight from being nailed down with my man, Iguess.”
“Pack on those pounds,baby.”
Jesse rolls his eyes, though the expression on his face tells me that he appreciates theflattery.
“How was your day?” I ask him, finally managing to get the question past mylips.
He grabs the bar of soap from the nook in the wall, and I take it from him before grabbing the loofa. He knows better by now. I like being the one to wash his body when we’re in the showertogether.
“Good,” he replies. “Sam’s bugging me about this guy he’s trying to work on Grindr, and I’ve been trying to get him and Brenden to figure out this issue we’ve been having with a particularly nasty bug, but I think I’m going to end up having to deal with itmyself.”
We talk some more about his job, and I tell him about an issue I’m working to resolve that I was chatting with my assistant about allday.
When I finish scrubbing down his body, I grab the shampoo and collect some in my hand, then lather it into his hair. Few things give me as much pleasure as running my fingers through his hair. Any excuse to touch Jesse is more than worthit.
“And how are the guys?” I ask, continuing our conversation about ourday.
