The Renovation (Contemporary Reverse Harem 2)

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, running his hands all over my heated skin. I rested my head back on his chest and relaxed into him, savoring his appreciation. I knew it made no sense, but I felt so very close to him. Our connection was powerful—I could have sworn I was falling for him. Legit crazy talk, wasn’t it?

He bent to remove my heels, then unsnapped my bra and peeled my panties over down my legs. He held my hand as I stepped into the filling tub, where there was plenty of room for both of us, and climbed in after me. He leaned against the back, and I nestled into the space between his legs.

I was enveloped in a blanket of warm comfort. Like I’d died and gone to heaven.

“Hey. I’ve been meaning to ask you. Why do you have musical notes tattooed on your neck?” I asked.

“Oh, I never told you? I used to play in a band. Guitar.”

“No way! I had no idea.”

He ran his fingers through my hair, slowly getting it wet like the rest of me.

“Yeah. I planned to become a big rock star.”

It was funny to think of him that way when I saw him in a suit and his nerdy glasses every day. But when I thought about it more, I could see it. He was, after all, very hunky and handsome. If he lost the suits and grew his hair out…yeah, I could picture him on a stage making ear-splitting music.

“That’s kind of hot,” I said.

“Well, I think you’re kind of hot,” he replied, running his hands over my breasts and pulling on my nipples until they stood at rock-hard attention. His powerful erection pushed against my back, and I squirmed into it just for fun.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” he asked, nibbling my ear.

“Why? Just because I’m rubbing your hard cock?”

“Mmmm. Yeah.”

He reached down between my legs.

“You’re so wet. Even in the water, you’re slippery as hell down there.”

I closed my eyes and relaxed into him. “I guess that’s what you do to me.”

“You like it, baby?” he growled.

“Mmmm,” was all I could manage.

He dragged his fingers up and down my lips, settling on my hard clit. It caused me to suck my breath in small gasps. A tingling sensation shot through me, leaving chilly goose bumps in its wake, even though I was submerged in steamy bathwater.

He abandoned my clit for my aching pussy, where he buried two fingers and started pumping. I braced myself against his rocky chest, my hands on the sides of the tub, and pushed against his hand to deepen the penetration.

“Oh, oh…” I moaned.

“I want to feel you come for me, baby. I want to feel your pussy contract around my fingers. C’mon baby, squeeze me…”

I shook uncontrollably as he pummeled my pussy. He left me gasping, and when I exploded into screams, I didn’t care in the least what the rest of the house might have been hearing. My orgasm thundered through me, leaving me shuddering and splashing bathwater all over the place.

Then everything faded to black.

“Baby? You okay?”

“Hmmm? Wha…?”

Tanner was shaking me, gently, by the arms.

“I think you conked out,” he said. “C’mon, let’s get you out of the water. It’s getting cold.”

I looked down and found my precious bubbles had dissolved and the water was no longer warm. He helped me to my feet, and holding my hand, reached for a towel. I awkwardly climbed out of the tub, beginning to shiver from the cold. He grabbed another towel and began rubbing my arms in a vigorous effort to warm me.