He is not going to spy in here. My place is small enough to have a camera in the bedroom...and one at the door.
I had my dinky one set up in there first so I could see in case someone broke in, but then I moved it to the living room and the door.
After all, if someone was going to break in, they wouldn't scale the building from the street. They would be seen. No, they would come in through the doors, following someone into the building.
But I don't want to think about break-ins and criminals. Instead, I stand under the water, letting it sluice down in hot rivulets, and I soak my hair, then shampoo and condition. Next, I put some body wash on my sponge and start to lather.
If someone was going to watch me, I would want it to be both Enzo and Alex. Enzo so he just might regret what he doesn't have, and Alex to yearn for what he could.
As I wash, I take my time massaging my breasts, tugginglightly on my nipples as I follow with my free hand. The soft roughness of the sponge followed by the smooth slide of my hand is exquisite.
Somehow, it becomes both their hands on me as I close my eyes and wash downwards, between my legs, parting my thighs and sliding the sponge there. A rough tongue as someone pushes their tongue into my mouth and another man bites on my nipples.
I drop the sponge as my fingers smooth over my folds, one slipping into me as the other hand plays and strokes my clit.
It doesn't matter which one it is. Alex. Enzo. They interchange in my mind, touching, stroking, sandwiching me between them as they take turns feasting on me, taking turns going down on me and sucking on my outer lips, on my clit.
And then, as I add another finger, they both prep me. One of them plays with my asshole, pushing a finger into me, rocking me between them as they stretch me and enter me and?—
"Oh, fuck."
I shudder as contractions hit me hard, deep waves of orgasmic bliss washing over my body.
When I'm done, I'm shaking, weak, and my legs give way.
I slide down to the tiled floor, breathing hard, the water needling against me.
Holy hell. What the...?
Alex. I blame him for unleashing this in me.
For using Enzo in the first place.
And I blame Enzo for texting me when he did. If he hadn't inserted himself into my life at that moment when I was weak and vulnerable and on the verge of coming, I wouldn't have gone here, would I?
Would I?
Shit. I don't know. All I know is it doesn't matter.
Enzo is my boss, and anyway, even if he wasn't, and if there really was something there, our past would make him off-limits.
I stay under the water on the ground until the water turns cold.
Chapter Twenty
ENZO
In my room,when I know Lyndall is already asleep in her room on the floor below, I still lock the door to my suite.
Lyndall is not one to need midnight talks or wander around the house late, at least, she never used to be. Who knows what boarding school has done to her?
Besides, I don't want to get caught red-handed.
Christ, I have already been back down to the basement to make sure it is aired out and clean—the last thing I need tomorrow is shit from Cade. Best buddy or not, who wants the ribbing?
The thing is, normally I'm happy to share whichever woman is after me, whichever female I'm into. I would be the first to joke about it.
There is something about Lola...
