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I chewed on my bottom lip, wondering how the everloving hell I had this beautiful woman naked in my tub.
Standing, I took slow steps toward her as her lips opened, her breath speeding up while her hazel and green eyes dipped down to my cock, the fucking thing already trying valiantly to get back up.
“You’re beautiful, do you know that?” I asked her, finally getting to the tub where I leaned over her, the ledge hiding my half mast status.
That’s a lie. It was full on tapping-the-bellybutton status.
That’s also a lie. Who the fuck is long enough to reach their bellybutton? Where did that phrase even come from?
Mia’s smile widened.
“I do, now,” she said, her voice soft, but so fucking sexy and throaty.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to say that to you?” I asked next, bending far enough over her, I could tease a kiss against her lips, brushing but not quite connecting.
A mewl escaped her lips as they opened for me, those pretty eyes closing as she anticipated a kiss that didn’t come.
“Maybe…since I walked in on you jacking into your hand under your desk?” she asked, that sassy mouth slipping into a smirk as her eyes opened again.
I couldn’t help it. I pressed a firm kiss against those brutal but sweet lips.
“Join me,” she whispered, flicking her tongue out against my mouth, no longer asking, but telling.
When I stood to my full height again, Mia scooted forward in the water that was now licking at her nipples.
No more words. I just climbed into the bath behind her and pulled her against me, holding her.
Mia’s eyes closed as she leaned back against my chest, relaxing fully into me. I rested my arm against the edge of the tub, lifting the other to fuss with her hair, drawing my finger over her creamy shoulder.
“I like what you do with your hands,” she murmured, tilting her head back to peek at me.
I chuffed, then lifted my toes to push the faucet handle to the off position. Steam rose around us, the scent of my stress relieving bath salts permeating the air. It was lavender heavy, which may have been the reason I chose it, now that I considered it. It smelled like her.
Unable to help myself, my fingers dropped from her shoulder and dipped beneath the water, following the line down the side of her breast and waist until they brushed against her mound again. Her back arched, a soft moan whimpering from her lips as I splayed her lips and drew my fingers across her swollen clit.
“See what I mean?” she managed, breathless and panting. “Nice hands.”
Hiding my smile in the crook of her shoulder, I nibbled on the sensitive skin there while rubbing circles over her tender bud, holding her tighter as she began to squirm.
“Owen,” she gasped as her body jolted, thighs squeezing my hand as she came in my arms.
I slipped a finger into her slit, giving her something to contract against so she didn’t have to experience the empty gnawing of coming with nothing inside her. I was gentle though, careful not to stimulate that area too much since she was probably sore from me impaling her earlier.
“Wow,” Mia gasped out as she came down, her lungs deflating as she finally relaxed again and took a real breath.
“You respond to my touch like a dream,” I whispered into her neck, which made her giggle.
“Your beard is rough,” she told me, squirming away.
I smiled, gave her a good rub with my cheek which made her squeal, then lifted my head so she could lean against me again.
“Thank you,” she said softly, shifting so her cheek was against my chest, her eyes closed.
It wasn’t more than three seconds before she made a sleepy little snoring sound that had me grinning like an idiot. Everything about her was cute or adorable, or sexy as hell.
The thought sparked a landslide of guilt, burning through me with a new sort of shame I’d never felt before. How could I do that to her? Mia looked up to me, entrusting her education, along with begging advice from me. I was someone she considered a mentor. And there I was, sitting in my bathtub, naked as the day I was born after giving her not one, but two orgasms in the last hour.
I dragged my hand through my hair, hating myself a little for what I’d done, but I also knew that there was no scenario that I would’ve said no to her. I never could. She was adamant about what she thought she wanted, and what she had decided on was…me.
