For now, I need to go take a shower. Rousing myself, I step ito the en suite bathroom. After spending the night in his bed and waking up to another round of amazing sex, Grayson dropped me back off at my room. That was only thirty minutes ago and all I’ve done since then is stare at myself like an idiot and relive those amazing hours we spent getting to know each other’s bodies, our loving hard, hot and heavy between the silken sheets.
More. Oh, God. I just want more.
Shaking my head at how greedy I am, I take off my robe before stepping into the shower. Hot water. Scented soap. The light sound of music from the speakers piping satellite radio into the bathroom at the touch of a button on the built-in MP3 player. This is the life.
The water feels so good on my skin. Seductive and delicious. Washing over my curves like a warm tongue. Hmm. I lift my leg on the edge of the tub to run the washcloth over my skin.
Plop! Oh my goodness. A glob of cum trickles from between my legs and disperses in the water pouring down from above.
Oh my God! It’s Grayson’s come. How could I forget? I’ve been so busy making goo-goo eyes at myself in the mirror that I forgot some really, really important stuff. Like the fact that Grayson and I didn’t use protection when we made love. And I’m not on any birth control either.
Could that really mean anything?
My fingers explore between my legs. The soreness. The sticky remains of pleasure from Grayson’s touch. Oh, God. He wasn’t even supposed to touch me, right? Wasn’t I some sort of special catch for being a virgin? I shake that thought away, freaking out about the matter at hand. Because I’m a curvy girl, ripe and fertile, and Grayson and I made love multiple times last night, the man bathing me in his seed again and again.
I stand frozen under the water, unable to move.
At the doctor’s check-up from a couple of days ago, the doctor gave me a packet of birth control pills with strict orders to start immediately. But I didn’t take any of it. There’s no point. At least, there wasn’t at the time because I didn’t understand why they wanted me to be on it. Plus, I don’t like birth control—I heard the chemicals do all kinds of bad things to a woman’s body.
Now I know, though. It’s so super obvious. Water splatters around me. It’s still scalding hot, but suddenly I’m freezing.
Because the doctor must have known Grayson was going to fuck me, or at least, he suspected it. Why, though, when Grayson wasn’t even supposed to touch me? Was it for after the auction? But then why would they want me to start the pills immediately? I’m so confused and lost, my mind a whirling mass. What in the world is going on?
Maybe, just maybe, Grayson’s as helpless to the attraction between us just like I am. He looks at me like he actually cares. He asked about my past, and when I told him about Nana and Mickey, he was really concerned and sympathetic. He’s even going to let me put some plants in his room to make it more welcoming, for God’s sake! Who the hell lets a stranger do that?
“He likes me.” The words reverberate between the walls of the shower. “He likes me a lot.”
I love how things are between us, and even being kept here in this high tower doesn’t faze me at this point. I’m embracing all that’s happened so far. This is a wild adventure that’s turned me into a sexy, uninhibited woman who spreads her thighs on command for a dark billionaire. A sexy man who makes me cum hard enough to almost pass out. I love it all. And yet, I know I’m living a fantasy.
Because now, I admit that I don’t want to leave this place. Grayson is exciting and sexy. And I’ve transformed into a woman I don’t even recognize. I’ve taken up with a hot billionaire, at one point begging for his thick pole inside my virgin pussy. I’m still sore and achy from taking his massive length, and yet, I’m looking forward to what’s next. More of his huge cock. More of his deep voice whispering how much he wants me. Even more of his seed in my secret spot, creamy and oh so virile.
Be careful, an inner voice cautions me. You don’t know what you’re into here.
But I push it away. That voice belongs to the Trina who used to dream of being rescued by her parents. A naive and timid girl, and for better or worse, I’m not that girl anymore. The Trina of right now wants more. And that includes eagerly experiencing up everything that Grayson Knight has to offer…especially the pleasure and love he offers.