Page 39 of Riot

Her lips twitch in that adorable way of hers. “Out, please.”

I kiss her again and move toward the kettle. If I don’t move now, I’ll drag her into that shower myself and fuckin’ peppermint tea will be a thing of the past.

I turn as she walks in the other direction, then she spins back to face me. “Oh, my bedroom and bathroom are at the end of the hall.”

“I’m sure I’ll find it.”

She practically runs away and I wonder if she’s rethinking this now that we’re finally alone together.

My dick hardens as I make the tea, thinking about her in the shower, soaping herself up. Running her hands over every curve of that hot body. I’m there again. Ready to fuck because this woman and how sweet she is, not just on the outside, and it drives me wild.

The apartment is quiet, then again, it’s almost two am.

I take the mugs, carrying them down the hall.

Her bedroom door is open, and when I tentatively stop and look inside, I see her bed for the first time. It’s exactly how I imagined. Her bedroom is large with a huge bed, plush looking pillows and a warm comforter and fuzzy pink throw rug. The headboard is also the same dark, pink hue with a velvet finish. She has thick, heavy curtains adorning the windows, and the fluffy carpet feels soft through my socks.

Jesus.

This woman is fuckin’ loaded.

I mean, she drives a very nice SUV, but this apartment is something else. And I’m pretty sure I passed three more doors on the way here, not to mention what’s on the other side of the kitchen. Taking a grand tour isn’t high on my radar though when my kitten is on the other side of that door.

I can hear the sound of the shower, then there’s the heavenly scent of coconut and vanilla… Her bodywash. I’ll have to find out what body wash that is and get myself some. Soap myself up in my own shower and jerk off until I’ve no cum left in my body.Fuuuuuck.It smells so good.

I take the mugs to the side table on the left, noting a book face down and a pair of reading glasses. Don’t tell me my baby wears fuckin’ glasses. That whole naughty secretary fantasy just took a whole new leap. Now I want to fuck her over her desk, wearing nothing but a short skirt and these glasses.

I sit on the bed and the mattress bounces not too much, not too little, but just right. No doubt it’s the best money can buy, along with the state of the art television set-up she has going on in here that makes me want to know what she likes to watch in bed.

Does she touch herself? Does she think of me while doing it? Well, I know she does, because she admitted it earlier. Now I’m in her domain, imagining her fucking herself in this big ass bed without me makes me even harder.

Then I hear, “Riot?”

My head pops up.Did I just imagine…

“Riot!” It’s louder this time.

I spring up from the bed. She sounds troubled. I push the bathroom door open, the steam swirling as I look around, finding the shower with just as much steam billowing out.

“Are you okay?” I stammer, my heart racing in my chest.

I can only see her silhouette through the glass shower stall, but my mouth waters at the sight.

“No!”

I step closer. “What’s wrong?”

With utter confidence she blurts out, “I need you in here with me.”

My cock instantly stands to attention…She what?

I’m already shrugging out of my cut before I stop myself stripping down in two seconds flat. “You sure, babe?”

She sighs dramatically. “Get your ass in here, Myles!”

“Yes, ma’am.” I reach down and pull my socks off, yank down my jeans and boxers, my dick straight and painfully hard. I shrug off my shirt and then sheath my dick a couple of times. Okay, I should probably stop touching it. She didn’t invite me to her shower for sex… she probably just wants to… I don’t know… wash herself with me there?

“Why are you taking so long?”

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