Chapter 29
Jax
Idon’t realize I’ve fallen asleep until I feel Gray move over me. A gentle hand runs over my shoulder.
“You okay?” he asks, his beautiful, sharp features illuminated blue by the giant aquarium behind us.
I nod, but he tilts his head uncertainly, brushing a strand of hair from my eyes so gently I feel a zing of unease. I pull back from him, nodding more firmly.
“I’m okay.”
He sighs as he carefully pulls out of me, offering me his hand as I rise to my feet.
“I didn’t even undress,” he mutters, and I can’t help a little bark of laughter at that. He’s looking down at himself in surprise as if he hadn’t even noticed he still had his suit jacket on and the large red stain beneath where the wine clings to his skin.
His hand runs down my arm, along my wrist, and then loosely interlaces with my fingers. I stare at them, confused by the gesture as he gently guides me toward a short hallway.
Compared to my house, this apartment is palatial. It’s utterly beautiful, too, and I adore the fish tank. I’m sad that I haven’t had any time to admire it when he pulls me into a gigantic bathroom.
There’s a whirlpool tub in one corner that I look at enviously as he turns on the shower, where two showerheads dominate the walls on either side. A knot forms between my shoulder blades as I look up at them.
It looks as if it’s been designed for two.
“You shower with your housekeeper or something?” I ask, mortified to hear a note of jealousy in my voice I can’t quite smother.
He smirks at me.
“No. Watch.”
Reaching up, he angles the shower heads so that they’re pointing into the center of the huge stall, and as the water is turned on, they cascade together, making a wide waterfall in the center.
“Ahh. I get it.”
I had forgotten I was completely naked until that point, and I wrap my arms around my body self-consciously as I step inside. I’m not used to this kind of care after sex. I tend to like being by myself to decompress, but he looks like a schoolboy showing off his toys.
I step under the water, and it’s divine. Then he turns on the jets on either side, and I’m in heaven.
I luxuriate in the water, tilting my face up into the spray, pulling my hair loose, and letting it get drenched from above. My own shower is like someone pissing on you from a great height, and because of my brothers’ tendency to hog the water, it’s rarely even warm, not to mention hot.
This is bliss.
I only realize I’ve been standing under the spray for too long when I notice he’s leaning against the opening, watching me with a funny little smile on his face.
“It looks like you approve,” he says, as I stretch my arms up toward the shower heads.
“This is amazing. I’d never leave the house if I had this.”
He chuckles. “Can I come in?”
I blink the water out of my eyes, surprised by the question. “Of course.”
He steps inside, fully naked now, his abs on display beneath his perfect pecs. He has an amazing body, a huge dick, and a model’s face.
Why the hell is he paying me to fuck him?
His hands slide over me, and I watch as glistening rivulets of water run over his chest.
“Mm, I think I prefer you naked,” I say honestly.
