The Big Boss

The chemistry between us is indescribable. It sings like a living thing between us. Why did I wake up? Oh right. My phone. Where I left it in my purse which is on the floor along with the rest of my clothes.

Slowly, I creep out of the bed. It’s a little chilly, but nothing unbearable. I find my purse and dress and shoes scattered across the foyer. It’s a total cliché. I grab everything and bring it back to the bedroom before creeping under the covers again. It’s five a.m. I have to wake up soon anyway for an early client, but I’m tired enough that I want to hit snooze a little bit.

The text is from Lila. I told her that I was going on a date last night, and there are a bunch of texts from her asking where I am and if I’m okay. The last one is the one that woke me.

Got up to use the bathroom and saw you still hadn’t texted. Please just let me know that you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere.

I smile and text her back. Hey, sorry. Very much not dead. It was a good date. I pause and look over at Keenan. A very good date.

That’s a fucking understatement.

I don’t expect her to answer right now, not when it’s this early. For a few minutes I let myself rest with my eyes closed until the sunrise outside is bright enough that I can’t ignore it and I need to make sure that I have enough time to get home and change before I go and visit Harold. My early bird client that prefers his visits to be absolutely first thing in the morning.

Last night I used Keenan’s bathroom, and I know that it’s huge, and has one of the most luxurious showers that I’ve ever seen. I don’t think that he’ll mind too much if I use it. At least I hope not.

The shower is clean white marble, spacious with those heads that spray water from all angles. It’s like being caught in a storm of water in absolutely the best way.

Keenan made a joke about this shower last night in the middle of him delivering yet another ridiculous orgasm. Fuck, he was good. We were good together. Even after all that, I want more of him, and I feel myself growing wet. I don’t have time to wait for him to wake up, as much as I want to, but my hand creeps between my legs, seeking quick pleasure that won’t be nearly as satisfying. I’m slick enough that it’s easy, and it won’t take long.

A hand snakes around my waist and I nearly scream before I realize that it’s Keenan behind me. Every inch of his lean length, cock pressing against my ass. One arm locks across my chest, holding me to him while the other replaces mine. “If you wanted more,” he says low in my ear, “I would have said yes.”

“I know.”

Keenan doesn’t let me move away, instead he keeps me pinned to his body, and teasing me. His lips graze my neck, and he finds a rhythm with his fingers that makes me tense. Pleasure rises, sure and sweet and fast. He’s relentless, using everything he learned about my body to drag the orgasm from me.

It’s not explosive. It rolls in like the tide. Smooth and inevitable, covering my whole body with bliss before fading away and leaving me gasping under the stream.

Keenan doesn’t stop there, helping me wash, running soap over my body before lathering my hair. There are few things in life that rival one’s hair being washed. It gives me chills. I could live for this kind of luxury, and I immediately stop the thought in its tracks.

Even though this has been amazing, Keenan and I are still from two different worlds, and still stand for very different things.

Keenan hands me a towel when we step out of the shower and pulls me in for a kiss when I wrap myself in it. It’s comfortingly domestic. Not necessarily in a bad way. “I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up,” I tell him. “Believe me, I would love nothing more than to play hooky with you. Stay in bed and have sex all day. But I have an early client.”

He smiles at me. This isn’t a smirk or anything meant to rile me up. It’s just a smile. “It’s okay. I know that I’ll see you soon.”

Yesterday I might have been upset by that assumption. But now it feels right. I will see him again. The thing between us is too real to be denied. “Thanks, though I’m sorry I can’t stay and…help.” I glance down at his erection.

Keenan chuckles. “I’ll survive, don’t worry, but I might step back into the shower.”

I bite my lip. “Okay.”