I guide her underneath the water so I can rinse out the suds. “I’ve never shampooed anyone else’s hair before.”
I soap her body next. She starts laughing when I move the soap between her legs.
“Let me shampoo your hair,” she says. “Or we’ll get distracted.”
I’m fine with getting distracted, but I let her put shampoo on my head and stretch her arms up to try to work it into my hair. I bend down as much as I can, but we end up laughing too much for her to finish on her own. So I rinse off, and then she soaps me up—everywhere.
By the time she’s finished, I’m ready to get dirty again.
And when Olivia’s eyes go soft and wide, and she steps closer to me, I know we’re on the same page.
“Remember your fantasy?” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes,” she says, her cheeks flushing the perfect shade of pink.
“Let’s do something about that.”
I slip my hand between her legs. Finding her wet and ready, I pick her up in my arms, and back her up against the tiled wall. I keep one arm under her ass for support, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Grabbing the foil packet off the side of the tub, I tear it open.
Olivia inhales. “You certainly came to the shower prepared.” She helps me roll the condom on, and then I’m inside her.
“You’re beautiful, Olive.” I tip my forehead to hers.
When we make love this time, it’s slow and deliberate. My thrusts are steadfast, and I draw out each one, trying to make the moment last.
We come together in an intense, prolonged climax. When we finish, instead of pulling out, I lean in to kiss her.
Our kiss becomes as intense as our lovemaking just was. This one, incredible, long kiss that feels like it has no beginning and no end—and I’m so far in love with Olivia Graham I can’t imagine living another day apart from her. Ever.
“Wow.” Her voice is breathy when we finally break apart.
“I know.” I slip out of her and make sure her feet are solidly on the tub floor before I reach over to turn off the water.
“That was…”
I bring her close to me in a hug. “Yeah. It was.”
* * *
Olivia
Yeah, so Jenson and I definitely got a little carried away in the shower, and by the time we step out, I’m not feeling as anxious about my meeting. In fact, I’m probably not anxious enough. I love Jenson so much, and I’m slightly head over heels obsessed with that fact. So, the idea of heading to Manhattan for business? Not so scary right now.
“I’ll drive,” Jenson offers. “And you can go over your notes.”
* * *
When we reach New York City, I kiss Jenson good-bye outside one of the endlessly tall buildings on Lexington Avenue.
“New York is like a different world,” I say to him as I open the truck door. “As you know, the last time I tried to work here, things kind of imploded. I don’t know if I can handle this.”
“You can handle it better than anyone I know.” He leans across the console and kisses my cheek, and my nose, and my lips, one last time. “You’ll do an amazing job.”
I grab my notebook and folder. “I’ll call or text you. Find a nice hotel but not too nice! They’re all going to be overpriced as it is. Try to stay around two hundred dollars if that’s even possible here. I can treat us, or we can split it.”
“I’m treating,” Jenson says. “You brought us here; I’ve got the hotel.” He pulls away before I can protest.
I walk through the building and head for the elevator bank. When I reach the top floor, I take a moment to glance out the floor to ceiling windows to the left of the elevators. Manhattan’s skyline is beautiful. And I feel like I’m in over my head. I see Perls in big black letters outside the door, and I open it cautiously, knowing I’m a few minutes early.
