He shook his head. “Just trying to keep my head in the game. Are the papers in your bag?”
Right. We were here for business. See, this was why I need to keep my head in the game too, and not get lost in the beauty and glamour and romance.
“I’ll get them for you.”
“No. It can wait. Take your shower.
” He downed his drink and then poured another. I’d never seen him drink before, and I wondered if it was a regular thing for him or was he just under more stress and wanted liquid courage.
Instead of asking, I got my cosmetic bag from my suitcase. The bathroom wasn’t connected to the bedroom, and instead was through a door near the bedroom off the sitting area. I went into the bathroom, once again, wowed by the beautiful tile and décor. I undressed and stepped under the spray and used the time alone to get my head in the game.
When I finished, I felt refreshed and ready to explore this exquisite place. I stepped out of the shower, grabbing the plush towel, sighing as it’s softness brushed against my skin. I wondered how much towels like this cost and if I could afford to buy one. No two, so Natalie could enjoy the luxurious sensations.
I combed my hair back, and ran my fingers through the thick waves. Since I wasn’t working or at least wasn’t supposed to be working, I decided to keep it down. I wiped my face with toner and then put on some moisturizer. I’d put on makeup later when I was dressed.
I stopped short. Dressed. I looked around the bathroom. I saw the clothes I’d discarded, but I’d forgotten to bring in clean clothes. I scanned the room, but there wasn’t a robe. Didn’t places like this offer robes? Oh wait, this wasn’t a hotel.
I didn’t want to put on dirty clothes, so I rewrapped the towel around me tighter, and opened the door peeking out to the living area. Ryan was sitting on the couch with his gaze on his tablet. Knowing him, nothing would pull him from his email or other work-related task.
Taking a deep breath, I rushed out the door and hurried to the bedroom, shutting the door quickly. I let out the breath, thanking God I’d made it without him seeing me nearly naked.
9
Ryan
Holy fuck, she was nearly naked and she was stunning. I didn’t see much and not for very long, but what I did see knocked the breath from me. Creamy peach shoulders I wanted to drag my lips across. Long, thick dark hair that my fingers itched to touch. Her towel was pulled tight around her, showing off fantastic globes of her ass. And her bare legs…God…what I’d do to have them wrapped around my hips.
I saw her briefly and, in an instant,, she was gone behind the door of the bedroom. Maybe I’d dreamt it, but my dick was so hard and painful in my slacks, it couldn’t have been an illusion.
Still, I was her boss. I couldn’t be thinking of her as a sexual object. The image of her body in the towel flashed again in my brain. How the hell could I stop thinking of her like that?
I tried to refocus on the emails I was checking, but it was no use. So instead I decided I’d take a shower. Maybe it would cool off the burn I was feeling after seeing her.
While she had been in the shower, I’d gotten my suitcase from the bedroom and placed it in a corner of the sitting area. I went to it and got a change of clothes and my grooming bag, although I wouldn’t deny I considered coming out in a towel like she had. Would she like what she saw if I had only a towel draped low around my waist. I might not be the burliest man around, but I kept in shape.
I turned on the shower, undressed and then stepped under the spray, letting it blast me in the face for a moment before ducking my head under it. I pressed my palms against the tiles as I stood there letting the water wash away the carnal thoughts.
Except it didn’t work. Her smooth shoulders, lovely hair, round ass. All of it came back to me in a rush. I peered down at my dick who was standing at full attention. Fuck.
It was wrong to think of her like that. Maybe it was because it had been a long time since I’d been with a woman that Kellie was having this effect on me. Hell, it had been a long time since I jerked off too. Maybe that was the problem. My dick was tired of being ignored.
This could be an issue if I didn’t find a way to manage my lust. If I was now going to have a perma-hardon from the vision of her in a towel burned into my brain, what was going to happen when I saw her and had to pretend to be in love with her? Maybe I needed to deal with my dick to get him under control.
I wrapped my hand around him and stroked once feeling the zap of electricity crackle through my body. I’d always enjoyed sex, but hadn’t ever been driven by my sexual urges as most of my brothers seemed to be. Still I had to admit that first stroke felt good.
Since I was alone, I allowed myself to indulge in the fantasy of Kellie. I closed my eyes, my hand slowly sliding along my cock as I conjured up the image of her. Instead of her hurrying into the bedroom, she emerged from the bathroom in her towel and walked toward me. Her gray eyes were flirty as she teased the fold in the towel like she was going to flash me.
I groaned as pleasure ramped up.
“All clean?” I asked.
“Yes. Want to see?” She tugged at the towel. It opened and her peach skin was exposed. Her breasts were round and perfect. Her nipples, pink and distended, made my mouth water.
“Fuck,” I groaned again as her image made me so hot. It felt like boiling liquid was coursing through my veins.
All of a sudden, we were in the shower and she dropped to her knees. I grunted as my dick seemed to grow longer, harder, more painful.
She looked up at me as my dick bounced inches from her mouth and I swore I was about to come out of my skin.