“Let’s play again. You have to give me a chance to beat you.”
“Yeah, okay,” I tell him.
After four games of us going back and forth beating each other’s asses on the screen, I head to the bathroom. My second glass of whiskey has me feeling nice. Fuck, I forgot to ask Nico what’s going on with him.
I turn around. “Nico?”
He’s relaxed on the sofa. Undershirt gone. His chiseled chest on full display. The crystal glass almost made it to his pink lips. “What’s up?”
“Are you okay?”
“It feels like something’s bothering you.”
He chuckles under his breath before taking a sip. “There’s this project that I’m working on. It’s ominous. It’s eating at me.”
“You can talk to me.” I offer a smile.
“I know.” He returns a weak smile that hit my heart with a prick.
My feet carry me into the bathroom. I close the door and handle my business. He doesn’t trust me. But he can be in my business. It might be time to hire a doppelgänger and keep Nico’s spy off my trail.
I feel lighter after getting off the toilet. My hand massages my stomach. All that food I ate and cramps just don’t go together.
I ditch my clothes onto the floor in a mini heap.
A piping hot shower to wash away the day is just what I need. I turn on the shower jets and step inside.
I’d love to wash my hair but I didn’t bring my hair essentials. I opt for turning my ponytail into a bun on top of my head.
Knuckles tap against the door. “Serenity, I’m coming in.”
“You don’t need to,” I call out.
He steps in and closes the door behind him. His hooded eyes look sexy when they shouldn’t. Nico whips out his dick. He drops his head back as he drains his snake for what seems like an eternity.
I frantically lather the washcloth with luxury hotel shower gel.
“I know there’s another bathroom in this suite.”
“Yup,” he chuckles. “There is.”
He flushes the toilet, then adds his boxers to my pile of clothes on the floor.
“Nico, I’m really dirty,” I grit out as I scrub the entirety of my ass.
I just used the bathroom and I’m on my period. It will take several washes to get squeaky clean.
He opens the shower door. “I’ll help you get cleaned up.”
A scowl takes my face as I lean forward, trying to keep my hair from getting wet as I continue scrubbing.
Nico pulls the glass door shut. His bobbing cock gets closer.
“I’ll seriously help,” he says. His voice low and husky.
“Nico, I usually take a shower alone while I’m on my period.”
He walks through the streaming water toward me. Water gliding over his dark hair and chiseled body.
