Page 55 of Lords of Misrule
“I knew you had a good body under all that designer stuff you wear.” She smiles at me.
“You don’t like my clothes?”
“They’re fine. A little fancy for my taste. I’d rather see you in a T-shirt that’s been washed one too many times and shrunk down to fit all those cut lines.”
Explains her fascination with Finn.
“Yeah, well I like the finer things.” I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying. I drank too much. I want too much. I want her towant meway too much. I want to have something they don’t. Something she craves with the same desperation.
“Do you? You spend a lot of time doing dirty work for being so fucking fancy.”
“Fancy.” I roll my eyes. “You sound like Rowan. I just like nice stuff. That so bad?”
“You must like dirty things too. Get bored of the fancy ones sometimes? I bet you do. The thought of someone who isn’t one of your prep school princesses or some high-end heiress. Just a normal girl on her knees for you because she really wants to be.”
“Doubtful they’d want me for anything other than the money.” It’s why I stuck things out with my ex and stayed in my family’s tax bracket when I dated. Nothing would fucking hurt my ego more. Other than maybe the moment they find out there isn’t much money left.
“Have you seen yourself? Or the way half the women who come to the house look at you? They’ve only stayed away because you’re a relationship guy. Once you let them know that’s over…”
“Then you get to hearmefucking two other people through the walls.” I smirk at her.
She stares down at the tiles on the floor of the shower then, lost in her own thoughts. Ones she must not like judging by the way her brow knits together.
“You should start showering. Don’t waste the water,” I mutter, staring at the way the rainhead makes the water fall over her shoulders, creating rivulets of water down her body. Ones I want to run my tongue over.
She grabs her soap off the corner and puts it on the little travel-size puff she brought with her. Lathering it up and squeezing it when the bubbles start to multiply. She runs it over her skin slowly, occasionally looking up at me like she wonders if I’m getting bored of watching and will disappear. The room fills with the scent of her, and I soak it in.
I reach for my belt, and I undo it, tossing it up on the counter and then go for my pants, sliding them off next. The movement gets her attention, distracting her from her shower, and she stares at me. Her eyes dropping down over my body until they land where I’m already hard. I pull the elastic of my boxer briefs down and kick them to the side with my pants.
Her eyes go wide at the sight of my cock, and it makes my ego swell to see her look at me like that for once. She takes a step back, pulling her hair to the side and stepping under the rainfall to wash the soap off her body. I run my hand over my cock, trying to sate the need that’s there with just a taste, but it’s not enough. I stroke myself again, and she steps toward the glass to get a closer look while she watches me.
“Now I really don’t understand,” she mumbles, referencing my ex again. The last person I want to think about. Especially not when I have everything I want right in front of me.
“Touch yourself.”
Her lashes lift, and her eyes meet mine. I raise my brow in a challenge, and she meets it, sliding her hand between her legs, using her fingers to slip over her clit in slow strokes. Her teeth graze over her lower lip, and she lets out a muted sound I can barely hear over the water.
I cross the space between the counter and the shower door, pressing my palm to the glass and leaning against it. I take another slow stroke of myself, watching her and using her pace to guide my own. She closes the distance between us, moving up to the glass. Just that little motion, her crossing the space to get closer makes me smirk.
“It won’t take me long. I’ve been wound up all day with worrying about getting caught,” she confesses.
“That turn you on? Getting caught?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “The adrenaline definitely helps.” She gives me a coy smile.
“Yeah, well… I’ve been fucking turned on all day just watching you.”
“Acting like I’m one of your heiress girlfriends?”
“Acting like you’remine.”
Her eyes shutter, and she picks up the pace of her fingers, her tongue sliding over her lip, and I follow her lead. I stroke myself a little faster, matching her like the two of us are fucking for real. I’d give anything for it right now, happily risk pissing Rowan off if it weren’t for risking his ire on her in the process. She’s too loyal anyway. Too in love with Finn and too enamored with Rowan to see anyone else.
“Before things got so complicated… I used to think about you. About crawling into your bed one night and telling you to pretend I was her. I wouldn’t have done it. Ever. But the thought of it when I was in the shower like this…” she trails off, and I’m left with the consequences of knowing she wanted me as much as I want her. It brings me so close to the edge I can hardly stand it.
“I think about you all the time,” I confess, my breath stutters when I imagine her hand instead of mine as I talk.
Her eyes open again and drift down to where I fist my cock in slow shallow strokes. Her watching me taking me that much closer.
