I shove the ring back in my pocket. “I should get going.”
I grab my bag and run for the door.
“Make sure you have a shower or something to wash all the hair off your skin,” I shout. “Bye, Graham.”
I throw myself out the door and into my car.
I’m halfway down the road when I remember I emptied my bag in Niki’s room. I’m not sure I put everything back in because I was so distracted by him. I pull up to the side of the road and rummage through my bag.
My purse.
I must have left it on Niki’s dresser.
I might need my ID for the bars tonight.
I call him, but there’s no answer as I yank the car and pull a U-turn in the middle of the road.
Within minutes, I’m parked outside his house.
“Niki,” I call as I run in, but there’s no response. I rush up the stairs.
The sound of running water from the en-suite distracts me as I sneak into his bedroom. My gaze flicks to the chair where I told him to control me. I don’t know if it’s the smutty books I read or having him as my boss, but I crave his authority beyond the confines of our working relationship. Shivers dance across the nape of my neck.
I grab my purse from where it sits on the dresser. Graham raises his head, and I scratch him behind his ear.
“Rosie.” A groan echoes from the bathroom.
I freeze. Is he calling me? What if he’s fallen or panicking because of his hair or if I damaged one of his scars?
I push open the door, and my breath leaves me in a whoosh.
Niki stands, with his palm against the shower wall. His eyes are tightly shut as he fists his dick.
“Rosie,” he murmurs as he speeds up.
Water rushes down his body, highlighting the definition of his tight abs. It glistens off his beautiful skin. I can’t move. Ican barely breathe. He strokes his cock, his body juddering. His biceps ripple, his forearms thick as he drags his hand up and down his dick.
Heat builds between my thighs. Need for him, for what he could give me, has me sinking my teeth into my lower lip. I want to press my fingers to my pussy to check how wet I am. I focus on his thick length as he slams his palm against the wall. He wants to fuck me, and every reasonable argument I have about why we shouldn’t leave me.
“That’s right, baby, take it deep,” he groans.
I gasp.
His eyes fly open, and he stares at me. He grips his cock.
I step closer, licking my lips and focusing on his dick. No one’s wanted to fuck me like he has. And no man arouses me like he does.
He turns the shower off.
“What are you doing here?” He’s trying to hide his cock from me, but there’s no hiding it. It’s fucking huge. Bigger than I’ve had. “You should go.”
I shake my head.
Trembling, I step closer until I’m on the other side of his shower door.
I swallow, pulling on the chain at my neck. His pupils dilate as he eats up the view.
“I said, you should go,” he growls.
