Sweet Little Nothing

"The only thing I have to do today is study and work on my project a little. Typically, Stella and I have a girls’ day, but I think she’ll be okay with me making an exception just this once."

"Why don't you text her and find out while I warm up the shower?”

Her cheeks burn scarlet. "For both of us?"

"That's right, for both of us."

She swallows roughly. "Oh, okay."

"Is it okay with you?" I ask, hoping I'm not pushing her too far.

The little vixen wiggles her hips again, this time brushing against my erection. "Yes, Sterling, I think it's okay."

I pull the covers off and stand from the bed, making no attempt to hide my nakedness as I pad into the bathroom. In fact, I fucking love the way her eyes are locked onto my cock, watching it with a hungry smile as she takes me in.

"Better hurry...wouldn't want the water to get cold."

She cracks a grin. "Surely a place as fancy as this has a water heater that lasts longer than a minute."

I laugh. "You're right, I just don't want to miss you."

"I'll be right here," she promises, with hearts in her eyes as she reaches for her phone.

The water is hot and the bathroom steamy by the time Emmalyn joins me.

"Thought you said you only be a minute," I tease.

"Sorry." She flashes a sweet smile. "Stella was on the warpath for details.”

I reach for her and she steps into the shower and then into my arms. "What'd you tell her?"

"I didn't tell her anything, I promise."

I spin us so she is standing beneath the warm spray. "I wouldn't be mad if you did, as long as it's good things."

She runs her hands up my chest and locks them behind my neck. "Of course it would be good things, thanks to that new leaf of yours."

Momentary guilt spears through me, but I push it down because this time I really am a changed man. Thanks to her, my eyes are open. From here on out, I will always put her first, come hell or high water.

"Can I wash your hair?"

Her eyes jump from me to the shampoo bottle and back again. "I guess. If you want."

"Oh, I want."

She scrunches her nose like she thinks I'm weird, but I'll show her. I lean over and reach past her to grab the shampoo bottle, intentionally brushing my fingers over the dip in her waist.

Emmalyn shivers and I get myself a mental pat on the back. By the time her hair's clean, she'll be ready to get down and dirty.

I squeeze a dollop of shampoo into my hand, rubbing them together before tunneling my fingers into her hair and pressing them into her scalp.

"Oh, wow, I forgot how nice this feels. Except you're better than any hair salon."

I lean down and kiss her lips. "That's because mine comes with a happy ending."

She smacks my chest but there's mirth dancing in her eyes.

"I'm just saying. Think about it." And judging from the quick rise and fall of her chest and the way her pupils are blown wide, she's doing just that.

I step aside and let her rinse the suds from her hair before repeating the process with conditioner.

"Can I wash yours?" she asks.

"I washed it while you were checking in with Stella."

Disappointment blooms across her every feature and I feel like a piece of shit, simply for washing my hair. I should have waited.

"What about your body?" She looks up at me from beneath wet lashes, looking far too sexy for her own good.

Wordlessly I pass her my bottle of shower gel, content to let her get to work.

"Actually, I don't need this." She passes the bottle back to me and I turn and place it back on the shelf.

"What do you—oh, God." Before I can fully process what's happening, Emmalyn's on her knees and wrapping her pretty pink lips around my cock. "Fuck, yes."

Gone is the nervousness from last night. She sucks me like a pro, swirling her tongue and flicking it as she works the base with one hand and my balls with her other.

I try to maintain my composure, fisting my hands at my sides, determined to let her set the pace.

Until she pulls off of me and says, "Fuck me. Fuck my mouth. I...I want it."

"Baby, are you sure?" I ask, not missing the slight tremor in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm sure." She leans in and presses a kiss to my right thigh. "I want to make you feel good."

"You make me feel good just being here," I murmur as she kisses my left thigh.

She laughs, but it sounds off. Different. Not at all like her normal laugh. "Emmalyn, look at me."

With a shake of her head, she tries to draw me back into her mouth.

Unease wars within me as she bobs her head up and down my length. She doesn't make it more than two passes before I reach down and pull her up to standing.