“You can use the bathroom now, Miss Craness.”Apparently immune to the comedy, Elsa scowled.
“I’m happy to show you the main features.”Harper’s voice was wry.“There’s a light, more towels, and a really big shower head.”
“No, no!”Elsa tutted as though Harper was only a small child.“You have visitors arriving soon, Adam.You must get ready.”
“I think we can handle this from here.”Harper threw her a sympathetic smile.“Thank you, though, Elsa.We do so appreciate everything you’ve done for us.”
Her lips parted as if she was going to protest, but I watched as he ushered her out of the door.Closing it behind her, he spun to face me.
“I thought she’d never leave.”His eyes fell shut as he leaned back against the door.
“You and me both, Sir.”Moving my clothes to the end of the bed, I swung my feet from the covers and padded over to join him.
I pressed myself against his body, enjoying the warmth of his arms as I went on.“Do you have time to show me around the bathroom, or was she right about time?”
His lips curled.“Oh, I definitely have the time.If the ICC wants my help, they can wait a little longer.”
“Thank you for last night.”Rising on tiptoes, I skimmed a kiss on his stubbled jaw.“I really had missed you.”
His arm tightened around my middle as he gazed down at me.“Thankyou, little girl.Once this is all resolved, we’ll find a way to make those kinds of nights our new normal.”
“What, both of us in a hospital bed, Sir?”I glanced back at the sheets.“Because, no offence, but I think we can aim for better than that.”
“Smart ass,” he growled as one of his large palms lowered and swatted my backside.
“I didn’t hear any complaints about my ass last night.”Soaking up the strike, I met his blue eyes.
So much had happened between us in the last few months, and that didn’t take into consideration the other traumas we’d witnessed and experienced in the new British regime.To have found anything positive from our time at Fortorus was incredible, but that we’d both discovered something worth dying for seemed utterly unbelievable.
“Oh no.”Steering me back toward the shower room, he grinned.“Absolutely none.”
“You know, I thought you were going to fuck me after I came, Sir.”I glanced behind me as we passed the threshold of the two rooms.The floor beneath my feet morphed into tiles, their surface wet from the shower he’d just concluded.“I wanted you.”
“Is that right?”
I peered around the white expanse of the wet room, taking in the large shower and the heated towel rail to our left.
“I’m not complaining,” I assured him as he released the towel around his hips to reveal his already engorged cock.“I’m just saying I’ve missed you.”
Kicking the bathroom door closed, he smirked as he wandered over to the rail and hung his towel over it.“Well, the last thing I want is an unsatisfied little girl.”
“I’m far from unsatisfied, Sir.”I waited until he’d closed the distance between us before I threw my arms around his neck.“I’m just desperately trying to forget why those ICC officials are coming here today.”
“Good.”He guided me backward until we were directly beneath the enormous shower head.“Because there’s no need to remember yet.”
One flick of the lever by his side flooded the space with cascading warm water, and tugging me closer, he held me under the soothing spray.Groaning at its comforting jets, I allowed the flow to soak my hair while I clung to his body.
“Remember the shower at my unit?”His voice was almost lost to the noise of the thundering torrent.
“Yes, Sir.”Dodging the deluge, I shook the excess water from my hair before I met his gaze.“How could I forget?”
“Mmmm.”He pulled me back against his wet skin, the heat of the water rising as steam around us.“I’ve never regretted getting you out of that place, but I must admit, I have missed that shower.”
“I remember the first time you fucked me in that colossal cubicle.”Trailing a finger over his muscular shoulder, my digit lowered over his expansive chest.“You forced me up against the wall until there was nowhere else for me to go.”
“Yes.”He leaned closer until our lips touched.“And there was nowhere else you wanted to go.You were fucking begging me for it.”
“Yes, Commander General.”My fingers swept lower and gripped the bulbous base of his pulsing cock.“I’m always fucking begging you, though, aren’t I?”
