The Promotion (Contemporary Reverse Harem 3)

“Yes. That’s the point.”

“Well, what about yours?”

I pointed at his boxers, now with a huge tent in the front, courtesy of what I guessed was a nice-sized erection.

He followed my gaze, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, and swept them to the floor where he kicked them aside.

Holy shit.

Now that I could appreciate all of him, I took a moment to take in the perfect splay of hair across his chest that narrowed into a thin line leading directly to more hair, and of course, his huge, bouncing erection.

Who knew the friendly neighborhood vet—or should I say, rat healer—was sprung from such god-like genes?

So I returned the favor and dropped my own panties to the floor. His gaze wandered over me like warm honey. I pressed my legs together, hopefully discreetly, so he wouldn’t see the moisture dripping from my core. I had a feeling he’d know how wet I was in a few short moments.

Taking my hand, he led me into the steaming shower, and we both stood under the sharp spray, any lingering chill from the rain quickly disappearing down the drain.

I leaned my head back into the spray to rinse out my tangled hair. Von’s lips flew to my neck, and his hands to my breasts, where he ran his fingers over my slippery skin before finding my hard nipples. My hand found his cock, now bouncing hard against me. Wet from the shower water, I stroked him until I could swear he got even bigger. He moaned loudly, his eyes fluttering closed while his head lolled back.

“Hold on, baby. You’re gonna make me come,” he said, gently moving my hand. He reached for a bottle of shampoo and squeezed a small amount into his hand.

“Turn around,” he demanded.

Now behind me, he began massaging the most amazing-smelling shampoo into my hair. He lathered it up on my scalp like a pro and somehow knew to let just a little of it dribble down to the long ends. Maybe he’d washed some other woman’s hair in his past? I didn’t know, and I certainly didn’t care. His fingertips massaged my scalp until I thought I might pass out. It was a good thing I was close to the shower wall, because I wasn’t sure my shaking legs would support me.

Of course, I barely knew this guy, but I was so drawn to him. Not only was he gorgeous and built like a Greek statue, he also had a soft spot for animals and could cook a pasta sauce like nobody’s business.

What wasn’t to love?

Once he’d worked up a fantastic lather, he turned me back around to make sure that while he rinsed my hair, nothing ended up in my eyes. I felt like a goddess, being attended to by deft but sweet hands.

Good grief. How did I get so lucky?

And now it was his turn to get lucky.

I grabbed the bar of soap and worked up a lather in my hands.

“Now you turn around.”

I soaped up his back, running my nails over the surface of his skin. As first, he tensed from the sensation, but then relaxed into it, leaning onto the shower wall in front of him, resting his head on his hands.

I directed the shower spray to rinse him and then lathered my hands again. This time, I reached around his hips for his hard-on and stroked him with my slippery fingers.

“Oh, Christ,” he murmured, pushing himself into my hands for more.

I rested my head on his muscled back. “You like it, baby?” I whispered.

“Fuck, yeah. Stroke me like that. I’ll come in your hand,” he growled.

I ran my other hand over his hard chest while I pumped him faster. He drove himself balls-deep into my hand one last time, and he moaned as warm streams of cum spurted into my hand and onto the shower floor.

“Jesus, baby,” he said, slowly turning back to me. He held my wrinkled hands under the water to rinse them, then stepped underneath to rinse himself. He shut off the shower and opened the door, steam filling the bathroom. He helped me step out of the stall, reaching for a fluffy towel that he wrapped around me, and one for his own waist. What a sight. The guy had just come, and already had another erection.

Good lord was I in trouble. First, Anson, then Brade, then Cato.

And now, Von.

The next day at work I was fairly floating through my meetings and work, that is, until Eva popped by my cube and burst my bubble. I came crashing back to earth and braced myself for her dig.