Gliding his hand up to stroke what was under that bathing suit.She’d be hot in spite of the ice water, and he wouldn’t give anything too easily.He lost himself in a fantasy of making her curse him out again before she came on his hand.He’d get her so wet that she’d slide right onto his cock.
The thought sent a climax slamming so hard into him that it turned his legs to jelly.A groan ripped out of him, and he turned his face into his shoulder to muffle the noise.He blindly groped for the grab bar with his free hand but tripped over his own feet and went clattering down on the toilet seat.All the while, he felt his release soaking the tissue and threatening to drip.
There was a knock on the door.“You okay?”
“Fine!”So much for not making a sound.He waited a few breaths to make sure he could stand, then cleaned up and checked the mirror and his clothes to make sure nothing about the past few minutes showed.
All at once, the enormity of what he’d done hit him.He’d had some good-looking clients, sure, but he’d known better than to make a move on them.He wasn’t Kurt, and this behavior was just asking to lose his job.If anyone knew what he’d just done to his client...
...Who was still in the ice bath unless she’d bolted after he had!He rushed back to see Misty in the tub, looking as mutinous as when she’d first stepped into the water.“S-so you r-ran out on me.”
“Chicken vindaloo for lunch.”It was a ridiculous lie, but one that he hoped would discourage further conversation.
She didn’t push it further, but asked, “H-how much l-l-longer on this?”
He looked at the clock and was astonished to see that more than the suggested five minutes had passed.“You can and should get out now.Your lips are starting to match your bathing suit.”
Misty didn’t need to be told twice.She rose from the tub, unsettling the ice cubes and sending water pouring from every limb and the end of her ponytail.Her long limbs were mottled red and blue from the cold, and the black outline of a tattoo showed at her hip bone.“I can’t feel my legs!”she gasped once she was all the way out of the tub.
“Walk around.Give them some time to warm up.”Spencer forced himself to turn away to get her a towel and robe.
She started to dry off, but abandoned the towel and reached for the robe.“What’s the point if I’m just going to get wet again right away?”
“Huh?”
She pulled the robe tightly around herself.“I’m gonna take a hot shower.Maybe stop in the hot tub or sauna.”
“Don’t do that, at least not yet.”
“Oh, come on!”
“It’ll be too much of a shock to your system now.Wait until you get home, or at least give it ten minutes here.”
“I hate you right now.”Her eyes blazed as she bent to pick up the towel.She hadn’t tied the robe, and it fell open to show that her nipples hadn’t softened yet.
“You’re not the first and won’t be the last.”It shouldn’t have been possible, as he wasn’t thirteen anymore.And yet, he felt another stirring in his shorts at the sight of her, despite the angry words.
