Temporarily Yours (Shillings Agency 1)

Reaching past her, he turned on the shower, and the steam crept out from behind the shower curtain instantly. “Like I said, I’d like to stay with you. I want to spend the next couple of days giving you mind-blowing orgasms every night, if you’ll let me.”

“With an offer like that, you make it impossible to refuse.”

And God help her, she didn’t want to. Not when his naked body was against hers as the steam from the shower curled around them.

He appealed to her in an irresistible way. And, really, why was she resisting at all? It’s not like she wanted a long-term relationship in her life, and this situation was perfect.

Simple. Easy. Painless.

Why not take what he had to offer?

Chapter Nine

When Kayla stood up on tiptoes and kissed him, her tongue brushing against his parted lips, Cooper knew their relationship ruse was a done deal. For better or for worse, they were doing this. He closed his arms around her, shoving down the blanket she’d wrapped around her shoulders earlier, until she stood in front of him as naked as he was.

Then he lifted her up over the tub and into the shower, not breaking contact with her mouth the whole way, even as he climbed in with her. When she hit the wall, he slid his hands under her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and surged against him, rubbing his cock between her legs. Desire pooled in his gut, fueled with a bout of desperation.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, pulling him tighter against her chest. The water cascaded over them, rolling down her neck and over her pink nipples. Fuck, that was a sight for sore eyes, right there.

One he never wanted to forget.

“Put me down,” she demanded.

She wiggled in his arms, and he did as she requested. When he dropped her legs from his waist, she put her hands on his chest and backed him into the shower stream. He let her, because why the hell not? Whatever she had planned was sure to be beneficial to them both. She stood up on tiptoe, brushing her hard nipples against him teasingly, and she kissed him again.

He hissed in a deep breath as she slid her hand between their bodies and brushed her fingers against his cock. “You’re going to kill me,” he muttered, his jaw tight.

She grinned. “Perhaps. But I promise that you’ll enjoy every second of it.”

“I never doubted it.”

The water ran down her forehead and made her long lashes spiky, drawing attention to her heated gaze. He gripped her waist, pulling her closer so he could touch her, but she slapped his hold off. “I’m in charge.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said, his hold on her tight and his cock hurting from how hard he was. “But I’ll allow it…for now.”

She trailed her fingers down the thin line of hair that led to his cock. “Something tells me you like to be in charge at all times. Am I right?”

He flexed his jaw. “You’re right.”

“Hm. We’ll have to fix that.” She closed her hand over his shaft. “Sometimes it’s nice to let go.”

She released her hold on him and maneuvered him out of the shower stream. Then she picked up a washcloth and squirted some soap on it. He stood completely still and let her do what she wanted. She ran the washcloth over his chest then scrubbed his hard nipples. He hissed again and clenched his fists tighter, need building in his gut.

Yep. She was going to fucking kill him.

When she spun him around to face the wall, he glanced at her in confusion. He’d rather be watching her, damn it. “Kayla.”

“Shh.” Behind him, she trailed her fingers over his hard stomach, letting her wrist brush his cock, but nothing more. “Hands up on the wall.”

Incredulous, he shot her a look over his shoulder. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

She pursed her lips and didn’t say anything. As a matter of fact, she stared him the fuck down. Finally, after an internal struggle with himself, he turned back around and placed his hands on the wall. Leaning in, she washed his back, then moved the soapy washcloth over his ass. She cupped the muscles there as she rubbed her wet breasts against him.

That was enough.

He turned around, sweeping her into his arms and regaining control. She’d had her fun—now it was his turn to play. His mouth swooped down on hers, refusing to be told no. He cupped her ass and started to lift her against the wall, but she pulled free and shook her head.

“I’m not done yet,” she breathed.