I realize he’s in gray sweatpants and nothing else. I get an unobstructed view of his body now. His tan skin, ripped abs, and a perfectly placed tattoo on his ribs catch my attention. The veins in his arms stand out as he lifts his mug for another sip of coffee. Honestly, how often does this man work out?
I plate the eggs and hand one to him, then move to one of the barstools. Mateo doesn’t follow. He stays where he is, eating against the counter. I look up at him.
“Are you going to sit down?”
“No,” he says easily. “Why would I when I have this view?” He smiles, slow and knowing. “I’ll be in my officemost of the day working on contracts and property reviews. If you need anything, just knock.” He takes another bite, watching me. “I know you have a shift tonight, so I’ll be as quiet as possible so you can sleep.”
“Okay, sounds good,” I say.
He finishes his food, loads his plate into the dishwasher, and cleans the pan and spatula I used. When he’s done, he walks over and presses a kiss to my cheek.
“I’m going to shower and change, then head into my office. Would you like to join me?” he asks with a wink.
“Join you?”
He chuckles at my expression. “Join me in the shower.”
“Umm,” is all I manage to say.
“Like I said, I don’t bite. It’ll be fun.” He takes my empty plate and coffee mug, loads them in the dishwasher, then walks back over and laces his fingers with mine.
“Come on.”
I let him pull me with him, following him down the hallway and into his room.
His room feels just as much like a bachelor pad as the rest of the apartment. The walls are a deep gray, almost black, while the bedding is a lighter shade that softens it a little. The bay windows along the wall let in a wash of sunlight, brightening the space more than I expect.
He guides me into the bathroom and shuts the door behind us. Then he pushes me back against it and kisses me hard enough that, if I weren’t braced there, it would’ve knocked me over.
“When I saw you standing in the kitchen wearing my shirt,” he says against my mouth, “I knew I needed to get you in the shower with me.”
He turns away long enough to start the water, steam already filling the bathroom. “Come here, sweetheart.”
I’ve noticed that every time he uses a pet name, my heart beats a little faster. I step toward him, and he pulls my shirt up and over my head. He pushes his sweatpants down, and his cock springs free. He smirks, glancing down.
“I can think of a few things we could do with this in the shower.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me in with him. I let the warm water fall over my head, my eyes fluttering shut for a second. Mateo watches me, slow and intent, before his hands settle on my shoulders, sliding my hair back away from my breasts.
The hot water runs over my skin, and my nipples tighten instantly. His hands move to my waist, firm and sure, pulling me into him. He kisses me, deep and unhurried, and I melt into it.
I feel his right hand trail lower, between my thighs, finding my pussy already soaked.
“Damn, baby, you’re already so fucking wet for me, huh?” he growls.
I give a small nod, and he smirks. He slides his index finger into my pussy and starts to pulse in and out while using his thumb to massage my clit. His mouth trails down my neck as he presses me back against the shower wall, shifting us until the water barely touches either of us.
He pulls his hand away, causing a whine to slip from my lips.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I have other plans for you.” He smiles. “I’m going to make you come in a whole new way this time.”
Then his mouth is on me again. He kisses his way down my neck before taking my left nipple into his mouth, nipping and sucking until I moan his name. He gives the other the same attention, drawing it out, lingering until my body aches for more. I grab his hand and guide it back between my thighs. Heslips one finger into my pussy, then adds another, the heat coiling tighter deep inside me.
He trails kisses down my chest and stomach until he drops to his knees, his mouth hovering right in front of my pussy. He pulls his fingers free and licks his lips, eyes dark and hungry, like he’s about to devour me whole.
He starts sucking and licking every inch of me, his tongue circling my clit until it feels like he’s going to suck me dry. The fire low in my core builds fast, tight, and unstoppable, my body betraying me with every stroke of his tongue. My moans grow louder, more desperate.
Mateo mumbles, “Let go. Come for me.”
