"I guess the wholeyou cleaning me after sexwas a one-time thing?" I raised an eyebrow.
"That's still happening, but I don't need a washcloth." He kneeled at the foot of the bed, grabbed my ankles, and pulled me towards the edge of the mattress.
Cole returnedto the bedroom to find me still sitting in his armchair, where we’d had sex for the second time since putting CJ back to bed, with my legs draped over one of the armrests.
“He’s fine. Still knocked out.” He scooped me in his lap and sat in the chair before he handed me the bottle of water he’d gone to the kitchen to retrieve.
“What time is it?” I asked after I downed the entire bottle in a few gulps.
“Twelve-fifteen.” He grazed his fingertips over my bare thigh.
“Well, I guess that’s it.”
“I guess so.” Strangely, he didn’t look as disappointed as I would’ve expected.
"What?" I asked, questioning his strange gaze.
“I was just about to take a shower. You should join me.”
“Cole, you are my boss now. I don’t think showering with you would be appropriate.”
“Weren’t you planning on showering anyway?”
“I was.”
"This way, we can conserve water."
“Seriously, Cole?” I laughed. “I take back what I said about you being convincing in the courtroom.”
"I can't believe I hired someone to take care of CJ who cares so little about the environment." His look of mock disgust sent me over the edge, and I burst out laughing.
Cole stood with me still in his arms and carried me to the bathroom. "It's still nighttime, so we're safe." He kissed me.
"You're really milking this, aren't you?" I smiled at him as he set me down on my feet in the large tiled stall.
"I'm trying." He turned on the water, and we were pelted with the hot spray.
Cole sat on the tiled bench and pulled me towards him until I was standing between his legs. He leaned forward and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
"How am I gonna keep my hands off of you after tomorrow?"
“I don't know.” I shrugged. “But we have a few hours to figure it out.” I pulled him to his feet.
We soaped up washcloths and cleaned each other. My skin buzzed with electricity as he slowly dragged the washcloth over the skin of my shoulders, back and thighs.
I was surprised to find that Cole and I used the same shampoo.
“You use Patrice shampoo too.”
"I use Patrice everything." He laughed. "She's my aunt."
My attempts to hide my incredulous look came too late because Cole chuckled.
"She's my mom's best friend. My siblings and I have always called her Aunt Patrice."
“Isn't she a billionaire?”
"No, her company is worth a billion dollars, but she is loaded." He squirted shampoo into his palm and began to massage my scalp.
