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“Not even with other women?” I question.
He tenses. “I’ve only had a few women here and it was more for a quick fuck. They didn’t exactly stick around for tubby time.”
A laugh escapes me. “Tubby time?”
“Isn’t that what it’s called?” he questions as he begins to rub the sponge over my chest.
I crane my neck to look up at him. “Yeah, if we were like two years old.”
“Oh,” he says, his brows furrowing as he continues to rub the sponge over my skin.
“Do you want the jets on?” he asks after a moment.
“Say less,” I tease.
“Sooo…yes?”
I laugh. “Yes, please.” He presses a button and jets start pumping water against us. It’s delightful.
“When was the last time you had a guest here?” I inquire as I close my eyes and enjoy the jets massaging my legs.
“Uh…hmmm…I had two men come here a few months ago for a business meeting.”
“A few months ago?” I shriek. I swivel in the water and his hands come under my legs, helping me to place a knee on either side of him. “Adam! Do you ever see people?”
He glares at me. “Yes.”
“When?”
“I take the helicopter a few times a month to the city and meet with the board. And I typically have a few business meetings while I’m there.”
“And?”
“And…like I said, once in a while, I meet up with a few women that I’ve hung out with socially in the past. But I’ve been busy lately. This asshole wants to buy my company and I’m not selling it.”
“Oh. It sounds serious,” I say with a frown. I hadn’t given his actual day-to-day business operations any thought.
I feel his whole body tense as he speaks and I don’t like that he’s anxious. I begin to massage his shoulders and I feel his muscles relax. His hands settle on my hips. His dick seems to come to life again and it hardens against my belly.
I look down and I swear he seems larger than before. Is that even possible? Maybe the water is magnifying him? Or the last few days have left me completely devoid of normal senses? Well, I can’t argue with myself about that last point.
I move my hips and settle over his erection, and he groans.
“What if I told you that I’m on the pill?” I offer because for some reason, I don’t want any barriers between us. My logical brain tells me this is a bad idea, and that I should be more careful. Can I trust him?
His hands still, tightening on my thighs. “I don’t have sex without condoms,” he states.
“Oh,” I answer, suddenly feeling silly. Why would I even suggest that? We just met. God, I’m so stupid.
His right hand leaves my hip and comes up to stroke my face. “It’s not like that…I…have some trust issues,” he admits.
My eyes widen. “Care to expand on that, Mr. Wellington?”
His stare seems to intensify at my use of his formal name. Either Adam has a “yes, sir” kink or he’s been groomed to turn into a robot alphahole CEO when I use it.
“Another time,” he offers, and I swear I see a flash of hurt on his face. Did someone break his heart? No. No, that’s not possible. Not Adam Wellington. The fact that he’s lowered his walls this far has to be some snowstorm miracle.
“OK,” I reply slowly as I weigh his words.
