Page 48 of Pride & Precedents

Henry turns to me, confused.

"You…," I lift my hand before dropping it with a shrug. "You're just doing a great impression of the roadrunner running from Wile E. Coyote right now. I assumed that meant—"

"No," he interrupts, taking both of my hands into his lap. They're inches from his naked dick. "I'm not running away. Ilovedwhat we did."

His earnest admission releases the tension at the back of my neck that threatened to become a migraine.

"It's just," he sighs, resuming his search for his clothes, "I forgot to set an alarm. My phone is dead, too. How late are we for work right now?"

I give him a soft smile.

"Henry. It's Saturday. There's no work today. At least not for us regular people."

He looks so relieved I almost laugh.

"Phew! When I woke up without my alarm, I started to panic."

"You're good," I say, running a soothing hand down his arm. "If you want, you can charge your phone for a bit before heading out."

He lets go of my hands and gives me a worried look.

"Heading out? Camila, are you kicking me out right now?"

I sputter, startled by his blunt question.

"No! I-I just thought that…You know. We're keeping it quiet around the office. We just slept together. I didn't expect you to spend the night. There's…no pressure to hang out."

A grin breaks out on his face, and he takes my hands again. He strokes my knuckles with his thumbs and I try not to shudder with pleasure.

"And if Iwantto stay?"

I will my heart to stop pounding in my chest before he hears it. Even so, my Kool-aid smile is likely giving me away.

"You're welcome to stay, but I think we both need that shower." I look around at my living room, which looks like it was hit by a tornado. "And I'll need to straighten up in here too."

His smile turns rueful and, not for the first time, I'm struck by all the new sides of Henry I'm discovering. Sub Zero is cold, calculating, precise, perfect. But when we're alone, Henry is passionate, bossy, even vulnerable. Despite the solely sexual nature of our relationship, I'm eager to learn more.

He drops my hands and stands up, his exposed cock directly in my line of sight.

"Well, if we're going to shower, I guess there's no sense finding my boxers." I laugh and try not to let him see my hungry reaction to his nudity.

"I can't argue with that logic."

He gestures for me to lead the way and we walk down the hall to my cramped bathroom, made even tighter by Henry's broad shoulders and imposing frame. He's ripped, but not in a bulky way, like maybe a swimmer. Crowded in such a small space, I can't help but stare. He must swim every day and punish his body with boiled chicken breast and kale. God knows I've never seen him eat a French fry.

The smirk on his face says he's caught me staring. My cheeks heat, but instead of teasing, he leans past me to turn on theshower, brushing as much of his skin against mine as he can. Not once did he break eye contact, and I gasp with the intensity of my desire.

"C'mon, Ms. Sanchez," he says, beckoning me into the miniscule stall. "I'll wash your back if you wash mine."

I giggle as I step into the shower, letting the hot water rinse away yesterday's makeup and hair product, as well as all evidence of Henry and I's…study break. I still feel the telltale soreness between my legs, though. He was so big. And impressively thick. Of course, I knew that from the way he tested the flexibility of my jaw the last time he was over, but feeling it inside me was something completely different. Even soft, he's impressive.

"My eyes are up here," he laughs, probably having felt my gaze on his cock. I look a little chagrined.

"Sorry. I'm not trying to objectify you." Henry laughs again and starts soaping his chest…withmyloofah andmybody wash. He's going to smell like me—vanilla and orange peel—all day today, and I'm trying my best not to let that turn me on.

"Not at all. Please. Objectify me." His eyes are smoldering. "Objectify meall night long."

That makes me laugh, likereallylaugh, at my robot boss growing a heart and using it to tell me corny jokes. He starts laughing too until I have to grab his shoulder to keep from slipping. The sound I let out as I almost wipe out is super embarrassing, but objectively hilarious, and both of us laugh even harder.

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