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“The bathroom is probably going to be the only time you get any alone time, but if you feel that you really can’t be trusted, let me know, and I’m sure Conrad or Stryker would love the chance to supervise you,” he says blandly, his eyes returning to his screen, but I can tell he’s still watching me from the corner of his eyes. I say nothing and walk into the bathroom. As I shut the door, I see the lock has been removed.He could walk in at any time.
The water is scalding hot as I try to singe the filth from my body.I can’t believe the fuckwad said I smell.Raising my arm above my head, I turn my head to the side and sniff.Maybe he had a point.I look around the shower and see three bottles. One is body wash, the others are shampoo and conditioner.Phew. A man that isn’t using a two or three-in-one.
I lathered up my hair with shampoo three different times to really scrub away any grime before moving on to the conditioner. As I rub the conditioner in my hair, I think about the fact King could walk through the door at any time. The shower’s all glass, and there’s no way not to be completely exposed to him if he came in. Part of me would be glad if he did.Shut up, Nat. He just said you smelled.
As I let the conditioner set in my hair, I reach over for the body wash. I pop open the top and inhale the scent. The smell is intense, intoxicating, and oddly familiar. I turn over the bottle to read the ingredients. Cedar and Amber.That’s exactly how I would describe King’s smell.
My thoughts drift to the first time I was in the elevator with King.Did I notice this scent then? Or was I so overwhelmed with the Viking next to me?
Pouring the body wash into my hands, I rub them together to create a lather. I rub the sudsy bubbles up and down my arms.That first day, King was such an ass. Things have changed so much since that day. The way he became so protective of me at Reds and took me home. He tucked me into bed and made sure to set out water and painkillers. He took care of me.
My hands roam across my stomach and work their way down to my hips.We almost died together that day at the warehouse. From the look in his eyes, he was worried about losing me.
My fingers make their way across my pubic region. There is hair growing back because I haven’t had the chance to shave in a while. Not that I care, but I prefer a clean and smooth landing.We survived that day. I frantically searched for King to make sure he was alive. When we found each other, King turned primal. Pressing me firmly against the wall.
My hand finds its way to my folds. My fingers work to part them and move onto that bundle of nerves.King’s kiss was demanding, and I had no problem giving in. The way his fingers trailed along my waist.My speed picks up, and my fingers circle my clit in rapid motion.How I wish his hands would have gone deeper.It should be his fingers on me now. Would he be rough or gentle? Stupid question. He would be King, and King would be…unrelenting.
I brace my other hand on the shower wall as I tumble closer towards my climax. Soft moans escape my lips, but I’m still quiet enough that he can’t hear me. I quicken my pace, pressing harder against my tiny nub.The way King’s hand instinctively went to my throat. Not just after the shootout but in the elevator just a few days ago. That same day, his hands were rubbing me from just outside my panties. I wanted his hands inside me. Wanted his fingers to explore my pussy while he pressed on my throat.Without realizing it, my hand has detached from the wall and is gripping my throat. It should be his hands. His rough, calloused hands that engulf my entire neck and apply just the right amount of pressure.
My climax crashes into me, and my body vibrates with pleasure. I don’t slow the ministrations on my clit. King wouldn’t stop. He would force me to ride them through my orgasm.The hand on my throat snaps back to brace me against the shower wall as I chase my climax to the edge again. Sounds escape me, and any care that I may have had about King hearing me is gone. I release my bundle of nerves and slide two fingers in and out of my core. My pussy is convulsing around them as I thrust them in and out, deeper each time. The tightness of the walls makes me wonder how big King is. And how good his cock would feel in place of my fingers.
I remove my fingers and brace myself with both hands against the shower wall. The water cascades over my head and down my back.Oh fuck. That was amazing.I tip my head up and let the hot water splash against my face.Oh, fuck! He probably heard me!
There is nothing I can do about it now. I had no control over the sounds I made as I reached my orgasm. It almost felt like I blacked out as it happened, and I really hope I didn’t shout his name.Did I? That’s just what his ego needs.
I grab the body wash again to wash the rest of my body. As I rub down my legs, the stubble there pricks against my hands.I really need to shave.Glancing around, I see a razor sitting on the small shower shelf. A smile forms on my face.Thank you, King.
The shower was breathtaking.Literally. I’m wrapped in a towel still, but I’ve brushed through my hair and made sure any remnants of makeup were wiped away. I need to take a few deep breaths before exiting the bathroom and facing King. He could have heard nothing, but he could have heard everything.Get ready for the douchebag comments, Nat.
Opening the door, I see King’s still where I left him. Sitting sideways on the couch, feet propped up and searching his computer screen. He doesn’t look up or say anything.Maybe I wasn’t as loud as I thought.Scanning the room, I realize I’m in a towel and don’t have any clothes.
“Do you think Marcela or BJ would lend me some clothes?” I ask quietly.
King swings his legs off the couch and sets his laptop down. “Lucky for you, we already went to your apartment and packed your things.” He stands from the couch and opens the closet. When he steps back, he has my secret bag.Fuck.He tosses it on the bed. “There.”
I scramble over to the bag and open it. Just clothes. Rummaging through, I start pulling out items and searching for the bottom of the bag.No. No. No.“Looking for something in particular, Luci?” King taunts.Yeah, asshole. All my shit.He found my secret bag.
I don’t have to turn around to know he’s walking towards the bed I’m currently standing over. His shadow falls over me. “I asked if you were looking for something. Maybe I can help you find it.” The smugness in his voice makes me want to turn around and punch him.
“Nothing in particular. Just making sure you packed my favorite jacket.” He knows what I was looking for, but I can’t give him the satisfaction of caving in. “I don’t see it, though.” I force myself to turn towards him, and sure enough, that smug look is on his face like he just caught me in the act.
“I hung it up in the closet already. Along with a few other items that didn’t fit in the bag. We did have to take some things out of there to make room for the clothes. If you want those things back, just ask.” He continues to stare me down, waiting for a response.
“That’s okay. Thanks for packing a few things for me.” I turn back to the bag and pull out a bra, sweats, and a t-shirt. “Umm, did you also put away my underwear by chance?”
King leans down closer to me. His body is practically pressing against my back, with his mouth next to my ear, he says, “Didn’t think you’d be needing those. From the sounds that came out of the shower, it seems like they would be an unnecessary barrier for you, anyway.” My breathing picks up, and I can feel the blush return to my cheeks.
Do not let him get one over on you.
I turn to face him. With his body so close, it feels like being caged in against the bed. Turning my face up to his, I say, “Always looking out, King. I’m sure the guys will thank you for it. I know I will.” King swallows but says nothing. He walks back to the couch, but instead of returning to his laptop, he sits there watching me.Looks like he wants a show.
Without removing my towel, I shimmy the sweats up my legs, never breaking eye contact with him. I turn my back to him and drop the towel. Taking my time fiddling with the bra in my hand, I decide to set it down and torture him a little longer. I dig through my bag as I hum a random tune, pretending I’m looking for something else.
A heavy sigh crosses the room. “Can you hurry it up? We have to meet with everyone downstairs,” he chastises, done with our game.
My fun is officially ruined. This is what I was trying to avoid. Facing everyone. I know they deserve answers, but just for a few moments, I wanted to pretend everything was fine.You can’t run away from this.
I pull on my bra, my hands shaking as they fiddle with the clasp. Once it’s finally hooked, I pull on a plain gray t-shirt. As I turn to face King, I realize he’s already standing. His phone pings, and he looks down at it. “Let’s go, we should have been down there by now.”
