I shrug my shoulders, ridiculously pleased by that. “I never liked wearing shoes, even when I was a kid. My mom would bug me constantly about ‘catching my death’ of cold and force me into shoes when I didn’t want to wear them. I pretty much wore Tevas all year round just to spite her. But then I started to like it. Maybe I should make something up, and tell you it’s aboutfeeling grounded and connected to the earth, but really, I just like having cold toes. It helps keep me alert.”
She giggles at that, and it’s a happy, joyous sound. “I thought you were pretty weird when I first joined the company. I wondered whether you might be…” she trails off as her cheeks flush red.
“That I might be an unfeeling asshole?” I ask.
She snorts. “Not exactly that. But I wasn’t sure what to make of you.”
I walk up to her, curling a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and she closes her eyes, leaning into my hand. That simple move makes my cock twitch.
Fuck, where did she learn to look so innocent?
“And what do you think of me now?” I ask, stepping closer, watching her pupils widen with desire as I take her face in my hands.
“You’re not an asshole,” she says with a little smirk, and then shrieks with surprise as I shove her back onto the bed. She bounces harmlessly as I lie my body over her.
I rub my nose against her cheek. “Seeing as we have some time, I thought we might try something new today.”
She raises her eyebrows at me, and I push myself up, looping my fingers around her wrist as I pull her into the bathroom.
“What are you up to?” she asks, sounding intrigued.
“I’ve been thinking about this ever since we got on the plane.”
I tug her toward me, undressing her quickly and efficiently, and indulging myself in running my hands all over her perfect body.
“You really do drive me crazy, you know that, right?” I say, pushing my fingers between her legs as she sucks in a breath.
“It’s cold in here,” she mutters petulantly, and I smile.
“Well, you’d better get in the shower then.”
She laughs as I tug off my jacket, but I stop when her hand comes to rest on my chest.
“Can I undress you this time?” she asks, and I go still, her eyes hungry and dark as she looks me over.
“Of course.”
Slowly, she begins to peel my clothes off, starting with my jacket and then my shirt. Her eyes run over the muscles of my chest, and either consciously or not, she licks her lips. I’m hard as a rock by the time she’s pulling off my pants.
“Get in the shower,” I say, and she slips inside the sliding door as I turn the water on. She yelps, giving me a hard stare when the water comes out cold.
“Huh, I thought it would be warm already.”
“Did I say you weren’t an asshole before?” she says. “I take it back.”
By the time I’m in the shower, there’s steam all around us and, as I move inside, I grab the extra item I’m going to need from my jacket pocket.
I pull her against me, covering her lips with mine, and caressing her tongue as she moans, putting her arms around my neck.
“Warm enough for you now?” I ask, and she smiles up at me through the spray.
“It’ll do.”
I hold up the item in my hand, and she frowns at it.
“Only if you want to, like always,” I say evenly. “But I’ve been thinking about that picture you sent me, and I wanted to ask if you’ve ever used one of those toys as they were intended.”
“You mean… in my…”
