“Mmm-hmm. And then it’s all going to start over again. And I’ll end up missing my meeting and you won’t get signed up for classes.”
“But I will be thoroughly and enjoyably fucked silly, so there’s that.”
“Ohhh…don’t tempt me.”
“So you’renotstealing the scrubs top back, is that what you’re saying?”
“Never said that.” Elias turned and carried Wren into his bathroom. He set her down, grabbed the hem of the top, and pulled it over her head when she lifted her arms. She hadn’t bothered putting on panties, so she stood stark naked and gorgeous.
“Dear God,” he murmured as he looked her up and down. Waylon’s words came back to him—way above your pay grade.
“Let’s shower, then we can go from there.”
“Fine by me.” She rolled up onto her tiptoes and kissed him. Elias was facing the mirror and he couldn’t help but peek at their reflection.
Perfection.
Not just her, but them. Together.
Elias stripped down while Wren got the water going. She stepped under the water and became his fantasy made flesh. Water coursed down her gorgeous body, which he soaped up almost reverently as his cock hardened. She stroked his length, teasing him with her soap-slicked hands until she went to her knees and took him inside her mouth. When he was close, he tried to stop her but she shook her head gently and sucked harder. His orgasm left him almost dizzy.
Elias pulled Wren to her feet and pushed her against the shower wall while he trailed kisses down her torso. She gripped his hair while he nuzzled, licked, and ate her out. He held her up when her knees threatened to give out.
They didn’t—but the hot water did.
“Gahh!” Wren yelled “Cold-cold-cold-cold-cold!”
Laughing, Elias reached around her and turned off the shower. “Stay put.”
She wrapped her arms around her torso and exaggerated her teeth chattering. Elias got out of the shower, grabbed a clean towel off the rack beside the shower, and wrapped Wren up.
“Oh! Nice.” She snuggled into the towel. “Heated rack?”
“Yeah. The guys gave me shit for it, but it gets cold up here in the winter and I’ve spent enough time in the cold.”
“I for one will never give you shit for a heated towel rack.”
Elias wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the vanity drawer. He pulled out a pack of toothbrushes and handed it to Wren.
“I’ll give you a minute. Anything else you need?”
“I’m good, thanks.”
He closed the door behind him as he went into the bedroom. A glance at the bedside clock told him they’d better hustle.
Still wrapped in her towel, Wren stepped out of the bathroom as he finished getting dressed.
“Running a little behind. Not sure where you live, but I figure you want to go home for a change of clothes. I could drop you at your car and then you could meet me at the rec center.”
“I don’t want to make you late, so I have another idea.” Wren turned to his closet and opened it. She pulled out one of his tees and a pair of jeans and held them against her front. “I’ll need to roll the cuffs quite a bit, but I think these’ll work.”
“Do you like stealing clothes in general, or just my clothes?”
Wren stuck her tongue out at him as she draped the clothes over one arm. Then she pulled off her towel and tossed it at him. He caught it, laughing.
“Now get out. I need my privacy while I get dressed. I’m very modest that way.”
Elias studied Wren when she came out of the bedroom. She was right—his clothes worked on her. She’d knotted up the bottom of his tee and it slouched just right.
