I watched her through the steam. My gorgeous girl was on her knees, sucking me like her life depended on it, with her perfect tits bouncing every time she bobbed.
“T-that’s it. Fuck, Paige. Take it deeper—yeah, just like that…” I stammered as my hips rocked helplessly.
She gagged a little when I hit the back of her throat but didn’t pull off. She just moaned around me, her pretty eyes watering and looking so goddamn beautiful I almost came on the spot.
“Paige… g-gonna—” I tried to warn her.
She pulled back just enough and kept stroking me fast and hard. My hips jerked and my muscles tensed as I lost it. Thick ropes painted her chest, dripping down those perfect breasts and mixing with the water.
The sight alone nearly gave me a stroke.
I hauled her up, kissing her hard and tasting myself on her tongue. Our kiss turned tamer, and I couldn’t stop smiling. Every time our mouths met, we kept breaking into laughter. Clumsy, breathless giggles that bounced off the shower tiles.
Her soft skin was warm from the steam, her hair slicked down her back.
“This is ridiculous,” she whispered against my mouth, smiling so wide I felt her happiness in my bones. I wanted to keep it there, deep in my bones to keep it safe and to protect it.
“Completely irresponsible,” I agreed, kissing her again.
We washed each other, taking our time. My fingers moved gently through her hair as she tipped her head back and sighed. I washed her hair, working her shampoo through her blond strands as she closed her eyes and hummed.
I couldn’t stop staring at her. This soft, beautiful and strong woman who somehow trusted me enough to let me hold her like this.
She washed my back and arms in return, drawing soft circles over my shoulder blades, sending shivers down my spine like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
When we finally stepped out of the shower, wrapped in towels and still grinning like idiots, we dressed slowly.
I started wearing jeans and a dark t-shirt. Meanwhile, she slipped into a light, summery dress in pale blue with little white flowers. It hugged her curves in every place that made my heart and cock throb.
“You look…” I swallowed. “Perfect.”
Color slashed her cheeks, the damp strand of her hair catching my attention.
I held her hand and dragged her to the bed. When she raised her brows, I chuckled and said, “Sit.”
She was eyeing the bed as if it were going to jump up and eat her. “Why?” She asked.
“Because your hair is still wet, and I’m not letting you catch a cold,” I said and, leaning close, I whispered in her ear. “But if you want, we can have a quickie before we leave.”
She rolled her eyes but sat, her knees brushing my leg. I towel-dried her hair with more care than I ever used on anything in my life. When I was done, I reached for the tiny hotel dryer and worked my fingers through her strands until they were soft and golden again.
Then, because I couldn’t resist, I braided it loosely over her shoulder.
She froze as she saw the braid.
“What?” I asked quietly.
“No one’s ever done this for me,” she whispered, touching the braid like she was memorizing it.
My chest tightened painfully. “They should have,” I said. “You deserve it.”
We both knew we weren’t talking about the braid.
I pulled away from her before I could do something stupid, like make her end the fake contract and date me for real. I grabbed my wallet and tucked a generous tip under the TV. Then we headed down the hall to my mom’s suite.
When we reached her room, she was singing a lullaby to Lily, rocking her gently in her arms, sitting by the window.
The second Lily saw her mother, she reached out, babbling. Paige’s entire face softened instantly.
