“Yes, but... more,” I say, not knowing if that sentence makes sense.
He understands, pressing harder and increasing the pressure. My knees begin to shake as he knocks them apart, spreading me wider as he adds another finger. Plunging in and out, working me into a frenzy so intense it takes me over the edge in waves of pleasure. Drawing a climax out of me that feels like it lasts forever. I’m shuddering as his left hand presses against the glass wall, causing condensation mist to gather, creating an imprint of his fingers.
We pull apart, both out of breath, as the steam from the two showerheads begins to completely fill the space. I turn, leaning my head back against the tile.
“Are you okay?” he asks, sucking in steam with every breath.
“Yeah, I just need a second, dizzy,” I say, not fully comprehending whether the cause is him or the steam.
“We should probably slow down.” His chest heaves, and his forehead lowers to my shoulder.
I stick my lip out playfully as he turns off the shower and adjusts my underwear back. “Don’t worry, there’s still a whole hotel room.” He points his head to the closed bathroom door. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
He smiles through the mist, giving me one last kiss that scatters my resolve across the floor and down the drain.
Chapter 10
Business Account (WYST) BALANCE: £9,485.44
Personal Account BALANCE: -£2,050.60
Personal Account overdraft charge: £50.00
The silver faucet tap squeaks as Oliver turns off the shower. As the warm water swirls down the drain, the steam covering us like a blanket dissipates, drifting upward. It hits the marble ceiling, skittering left and right like fog rolling over valleys. My body is vibrating, mostly from the aftershock of one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had, but it begins to full-on shiver as he unravels his wet body from mine.
“Wait here. I’ll get you a fresh towel,” he says, taking one final look at me. His eyes are glazed and heavy, but his eyebrows lift like he’s coming out of a trance; he smiles and shakes his head before disappearing around the corner of the bathroom.
Hearing his bare feet padding across the tiled floor back toward me, I cross my arms, covering my hard nipples as though he wasn’t just running his tongue over them. My goose bumps bring clarity; I’m standing here in this near stranger’s hotel room, practically naked in the shower. This was so stupid.I wring out my underwear and slide it back on, the cold sensation unwelcome but the action instinctual.
He reappears with a white, fluffy hotel towel wrapped around his waist and a bare chest, exposing the V’s pointing down to his snail trail of hair dancing under his navel. My breathing hitches before I refocus and grasp the other towel he’s holding out for me.
He watches me for a few seconds before coming to his senses. “Sorry. I’ll get you some dry clothes.” He pads back into the bedroom, riffles around in his suitcase, then approaches me with an oversize navy-blue T-shirt. My fingers curve over the soft fabric, our hands brushing as we exchange.
He huffs a laugh as I take the soft T-shirt from him, strategically holding the towel with one hand as the other forms a circle and loops the T-shirt over my wet hair.
I head straight to the bathroom mirror to remove the residual makeup smeared across my eyes. I wash my face, drying it off with my towel. As my eyes refocus, they study Oliver’s bare back in the mirror as he looks for his own clothes before locking onto the reflected text on my T-shirt.
I tilt my head, trying to figure out whatstnemtsevnI occiredOmeans. I pull the fabric away from my stomach to read it upside down. In white text on a navy background, it says,Odericco Investments.
Scrunching my eyebrows, I turn around and say, “We didn’t get these in the welcome pack,” holding the fabric out like a child showing their parent a new drawing.
Oliver shrugs. “Being Dom’s assistant has its perks; you look good in it,” he says, his stomach muscles tense as he stretcheshis torso to put on a matching T-shirt. He catches me looking, transfixed by the ebb and flow of his body, before approaching me, fingers lingering on my waist as he places a soft kiss across my lips. My chest deflates as I sigh into his mouth, pulling on the fabric to get him as close as possible.
Finally, as if on a transatlantic signal delay, my brain catches up to what he just said. I stare blankly at him, blinking as I try to process the words.
“What do you mean?” My mouth hangs open ever so slightly, eyebrows sky-high.
“You look good in my T-shirt,” he repeats.
He looks me up and down, studying my confusion with an equal glower. “They give them out all the time at the office.” He scrunches his brows together. “You can keep it. I have a ton more I use for the gym.”
I press two fingers into the bridge of my nose. “No. I don’t mean the bloody T-shirt. You’re...” I can barely get the words out because honestly I don’t want the confirmation. “Do you work for Dominic Odericco?” My voice echoes off the walls.
“Yeah?” He looks at me suspiciously, dropping his hands from me.
“What the fuck?” I jut my chin out in confusion, eyes nearly popping out of my skull as I push against his chest. “You didn’t think to mention that?”
He looks as confused as me. “I thought you knew. Everyone here knows.”
