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I worked toward my climax. Slowly. Savoring every moment.
The grunts and groans from Steven told me he was enjoying himself too.
“Laura…p-p-please.” The word was still so foreign to him. One he’d rarely used in the last twenty-five years but had started using now.
Steven didn’t say please. Not to anyone. He gave orders. Took what he wanted. Demanded respect from those around him. A man, full of pride, who never begged for anything.
Until now.
His face strained with the exertion of holding himself back. He was panting. My teasing had tormented him enough.
I relaxed my legs and let my weight drive me down, lowering myself completely onto him.
He moaned and took one step forward.
With my back pressed against the shower wall, he snaked his hands up my sides and grabbed onto my shoulders. His hips thrust in and up while his hands pulled down on my shoulders to bring me slamming onto him with more force.
He drove into me with such strength as if he needed to go even deeper than what was physically possible. His full eight inches fit into me tightly. He was going balls deep with every plunge and grunt, but it didn’t seem to be enough for him.
He thrust into me with desperation as if he had been sex-starved for years. Or like a man making love for the last time before a long journey.
As I got closer to my climax, my skin became more sensitive. Our bodies slapped together, bumping my pleasure into hyperdrive and sending water splashing around us. The jets, no longer a soothing massage, stimulated me with every pulse.
“Laura…gonna come!”
That drove me over the edge, exploding my senses.
As he came, he clung to me as if he was desperate for every inch of our bodies to press together. Joined.
We slumped to the floor. Exhausted from the exertion, he weakly embraced me in silence as water poured down on us like a rainfall. I lay my head on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat felt like home.
Forty-three minutes later, I toweled off and walked into Steven’s gigantic walk-in closet. So huge, it felt like I had walked into Saks Fifth Avenue. His designer suits hung neatly, arranged by brand and color.
I could hear Steven’s voice in the other room answering another call.
My body was still tingling. We’d done it more times in the last few days than I thought was humanly possible. I stopped counting after twenty-three. Each time was different. Marvelous. Incredible. Stupendous. But always different.
We weren’t trying to switch things up. It just kind of happened. We stayed in the moment and let our bodies decide the next action.
For two people who never even sneezed without a strategic plan, these last few days had been completely out of character for both of us.
And entirely liberating. Freeing.
But how would things work once we went back to the office? The unknown scared me. And excited me.
I sat at the vanity and looked at myself in the mirror. Red cheeks. Either from the hot shower or the hot sex. I picked up the comb and began detangling my hair. The pendant around my neck glittered in the reflective glass, the diamonds around the enormous jade stone sparkling.
I turned in my chair and looked around.
I sighed. What was I going to wear?
My only outfits since Christmas Eve were nude, wrapped in a silk sheet, or—my favorite—draped by Steven.
After our Christmas Eve encounter at the office, we had come straight here. We had a combined IQ of 310, but neither of us had anticipated I would need a change of clothing.
Maybe he hadn’t expected to beg me to stay another day. And another. And another. We certainly hadn’t predicted that I would still be here through Christmas day and the weekend.
Or maybe he did.
