Page 66 of Billionaire’s Game

He wrapped his arms around me. I was cognizant of the fact that he was getting hard again and I was getting wet again.

I kissed him long and hard. “Round two?” I said as I began moving my hips.

“Yes, please,” was all he said as I slowly began again to make love to him.

The next morning,the spray of the shower cascaded down my back and front. I couldn’t help but think yet again how fancy Magnus’s shower was. There were shower heads positioned strategically on several walls which meant no matter where I turned, the warmth of the water caressed my body. His shower was pure luxury and I loved every minute of it.

Seconds later, Magnus peaked in. “Care if I join you?”

I don’t know why I felt shy, but I did. We’d spent the entire night making love. I’d let him do things to me that I’d never done with another man, things I’d only read about but never experienced. I’d done all those things plus more with Magnus. But under the moonlight, it hadn’t been any big deal. It was almost as if nothing at night was real, but in the harsh judging light of the day, I felt differently. I felt exposed.

Maybe I was some sort of sex werewolf, I thought nonsensically. I turned into a wanton, sex goddess at night, but was a prude in the light of day.

Trying to sound confident but failing, I said, “Sure.”

He stepped in with me and I tried to ignore his cock, which was partially erect and getting harder by the minute.

He stepped up behind me and gathered some soap in his hand.

“Do you want me to wash your back?”

“Sure.”

Apparently, my morning vocabulary was limited to just saying sure.

His warm hands slid across my shoulders and I sighed.

“God, your hands feel good.”

He chuckled and when he was done he pulled me back into his arms and just held me. I knew I should have been comfortable and felt relaxed, but for some reason I was tense.

As if noticing, he let me go and said, “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

I busied myself by reaching for a loofah.

He didn’t say anything and I turned around to look at him. He was looking at me with a resigned look.

“Do you want me to get out?”

“No. This is your home, your shower. You have every right to be here.”

He didn’t say a word and I pretended he wasn’t standing there as I began to lather myself. “I’m making you uncomfortable. I’ll get out.”

I didn’t respond, I just let him leave. And when the shower door closed, I gave a sigh of relief. But then I quickly felt disappointment. My emotions when it came to Magnus were so conflicted. I didn’t know what I wanted. And clearly, he wasn’t happy with that.

I grabbed a robe that I found hanging up and didn’t bother looking for anything to wear. I figured Magnus would let me borrow a t-shirt and shorts.

I found him in the kitchen, making toast.

To my surprise he didn’t acknowledge my presence. He didn’t even look at me.

“You hogged all the toast?” I asked, attempting to make my tone light. I could tell the mood between us had changed. And I knew that was my fault.

“I didn’t think you would be interested in sticking around for breakfast,” he said succinctly, standing up to go to the refrigerator. He pulled out some orange juice and drank it straight from the jug. He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand and sat back down and kept eating.

I stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to act or what to say. I didn’t know why, but I felt out of place.