I almost screamed at the soft voice question of Remy coming from the other side of the steamed glass panel.
I whirl, pressing my back against the wet wall. My heart pounds, and it’s not just from the rush of pleasure. “How—how long have you been there?”
Remy’s eyes burn through the fog, intense and hungry. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. “Long enough.”
I swallow hard, my fingers curling against the tiles. “You were—you were watching?”
A ghost of a smile plays at the corners of his mouth. “I make it my business to know everything that goes on in this penthouse. And you left your bedroom door open.”
My cheeks flame, and I struggle to find words. I want to deny it, to push him out of my mind, but the desire burning in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. He saw it all.
Remy stands outside the shower stall, his eyes burning into mine through the steam-kissed glass. I’m naked, water cascading over my skin, but I refuse to shrink away or show any sign of vulnerability. His gaze is intense and hungry, like that of a predator ready to pounce. He’s still fully dressed, his suit meticulously tailored, but the raw desire in his eyes betrays his polished exterior.
“You know this is a bad idea, right?” I say, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. My body aches with a mix of fear and anticipation, every nerve ending alive and electrified.
He smirks, his voice low and controlled yet laced with a dark promise. “Probably. But it’s an itch we both need to scratch, Eve. Something to deal with so it can be set aside for good.”
I nod, agreeing with him, though my mind screams warnings. “Just this once, Remy. We get it out of our systems, and that’s it.”
His eyebrow arches, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Then we should make the best of it, shouldn’t we?”
He starts to undress, each movement deliberate and slow, a tantalizing striptease designed to drive me wild. His jacketcomes off first, revealing his broad shoulders and taut muscles that ripple beneath his shirt. I watch, transfixed, as he unbuttons his shirt, exposing his chiseled chest inch by inch. My breath hitches as he removes his belt, the sound of the buckle clinking against the tile echoing through the room. His pants drop to the floor with a soft thud, leaving him in nothing but his boxers, his erection straining against the fabric.
I can’t help but admire his body. He’s lean and muscular, every inch of him sculpted to perfection. My gaze trails over his defined abs, the V of his hips, and the bulge that promises pleasure and pain. A throb of desire pulses between my legs, my body aching for his touch, yearning for the release only he can provide.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down, his cock springing free, thick and hard. The sight of him, fully naked and aroused, sends a jolt of electricity through me. I’m overwhelmed by the raw, primal need coursing through my veins.
He steps into the shower, his body pressing against mine as he pushes me against the cool tile wall. His mouth crashes onto mine, his tongue forcing its way in, claiming me. I moan into his mouth, my hands grasping at his back, nails digging into his flesh. He growls a low, primal sound that sends shivers down my spine.
I try to tell myself this is a mistake, but my traitorous body betrays my resolve. He presses against me, and I gasp as the full length of his cock brushes my thigh. My knees buckle, and I sag against him, the tile suddenly too slippery to stand.
He chuckles darkly, his lips trailing kisses along my jaw. “Eager, aren’t we?”
My cheeks burn, but I lift my chin defiantly. “What can I say? It’s been a while.”
His hands grip my hips, pulling me firmly against him. “Let me remind you, then.”
His mouth finds mine again, his tongue dueling with mine in a battle for dominance that matches the dynamic of our relationship. His kisses are hungry, demanding, as if he’s starved for the taste of me. His cock presses insistently against my core, the smooth head teasing my entrance.
I tilt my hips, needing to feel him inside me. He growls his approval, and then he’s thrusting forward, filling me in one smooth stroke. I cry out, the sensation overwhelming as he stretches me, reminding me of how long it’s been.
He stills, his forehead resting against mine as if he’s giving me a moment to adjust. But I’m impatient and needy, and I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to move.
He pulls back, his eyes burning into mine. “So eager to have me, even after all these years.”
I bite my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. Instead, I lift my hips, taking him deeper, and he groans, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Damn, Eve.” His hands slide up my thighs, grasping my ass, and he begins to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate.
The water cascades over us, mingling with the sweat on our skin as he sets a relentless pace. The heat of the shower mirrors the fire burning within me, and I arch my back, seeking more of him.
His thrusts become more forceful and urgent, and the slap of skin against skin fills the steamy air. I clutch at his shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscles. His cock fills me completely, hitting that spot deep within me that sends sparks of pleasure coursing through my body.
“Harder,” I beg, my voice raw and wanting.
He grunts his approval, and his hips piston faster, driving us both toward the edge.
I hiss in pain as his teeth sink into my neck, sharp and brutal. The pleasure-pain shoots straight to my core, and I clench around him, my body betraying my enjoyment of his roughness. He growls, low and primal, and it vibrates through me, stoking the fire building in my belly.
