Chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

Kim

Just like the last time, it's a completely wild ride as Leo grabs my ass with both hands and grinds our hips together.

I let out a half cry, half moan as I pulse with need. I might orgasm in the elevator if we don't slow down.

His lips are sliding down my neck and I give my head a little shake. "Leo."

"What, gorgeous?"

"We're not supposed to be touching like this."

"But I like touching you."

"It's supposed to be masturbation, remember?"

"Oh, I do. I'm really looking forward to that part."

"I don't want to be the girl who sleeps with her boss."

"There is definitely going to be sleeping after the orgasm. Neither of us is going to want to dress and drive to your apartment," he answers, being intentionally difficult. "And I can't promise I won't kiss a bunch of your skin. Just saying."

I push at him. "I was dancing all night, I'm all sweaty."

I've got a leg hooked around his hips, when did that happen? And he's rubbing me up and down with his stiff cock, as his eyes hold mine. "Hmmm. You're right. A shower is an excellent idea."

I start to protest. That isn't what I meant.

But he lifts me in his arms, the hand he's planted on my ass managing to wrap around my thigh just enough so that he can push his fingertips into my sex with exactly the right amount of force so that I'm arching into him to try to feel more.

I'm barely paying attention as we walk through the dark apartment and into a bathroom.

But when he hits the switch in the bathroom and the lights come on, I gasp. The bathroom is massive, with high-end finishes and a shower big enough for six people.

He sets me down and reaches in to turn on several shower heads before he strips his T-shirt off up over his head.

And then I forget about how impressive the shower is as I take in his massively muscled shoulders and ripped stomach.

He's got a sprinkling of hair on his chest, the kind I want to run my fingers through, and I reach up, but he catches my hand. "Masturbation, remember? Clothes off."

"I see you remember when it suits you." But I pull my tank over my head and then undo my ponytail.

I watch as he kicks off his shoes, and then unbuttons his jeans, shoving them down his hips.

I do the same with my leggings and ballet flats, feeling my cheeks heat a bit. Leo has never seen me naked and the lighting in here hides nothing.

But if I'm worried he won't like what he sees, he lets out a rumble of appreciation, his gaze sliding down me. "You're so beautiful."

"Right back at you." Leo isn't a man…he's a god. The muscles don't end with his chest and abs, they keep going down his body, to his lean hips and powerful thighs. No wonder he carries me around like I weigh nothing.

My eyes settle on his thick erection, the one I said wouldn't be inside me tonight, and I whimper with regret.

But he doesn't give me a chance to change my mind as he opens the shower door again, and ushers me inside.

I'm under the hot spray, his body pressed to mine as he kisses my cheek and then grabs some shampoo, squirting some into his hand and bringing it to my head.

I laugh at the quarter sized amount. "It's going to take a lot more than that."

He grins as he runs a hand down my head over the hair now wet and sticking to my back. The shampoo he's squeezed out, doesn't even begin to suds up for the amount of hair I have.

I take the bottle and pour a generous amount into my palm, beginning to soap up the long strands. It's going to be a curly mess in the morning, but I'll worry about that later because as I start to scrub through my hair, I realize my arms are up over my head and my body is on full display.

Leo slides his gaze down my torso and then he grabs the soap and starts washing me, his hands everywhere.

He skims them over my back and down my legs, bending low and reminding me of that first night when he was also bent down in front of me.

My sex gives another needy throb as his hand sweeps up the inside of my thigh. It's on the tip of my tongue to take back my own request to masturbate. It's a loophole anyway, a desperate attempt from a horny woman.

But instead of pushing his hands between my legs, he runs them back over my hips and up my belly, scrubbing over my ribs until he's cupping both my breasts, tweaking the nipples.

"Leo," I gasp because it feels so good.

"I'm just washing," he replies, like I was going to accuse him of not keeping to the spirit of our agreement. I think I'm past caring as I rinse the shampoo from my hair, Leo spending an inordinate amount of time washing my chest.

"Time to rinse," he rumbles close to my ear as he spins me around so he can pull my back to his front.

Then he grabs the shower head from its cradle, and I realize it's mobile with a long cord, as he starts spraying down my body, rinsing all the soap off, until he points the spray between my legs.

And then my eyes roll back in my head because…wow. "I need to get one of these," I hitch as my knees go weak.

But Leo is ready, and his other arm wraps about my torso, holding me up. My hands press against the shower wall, my cheek and upper chest following, resting against the cool tile, to help support my weight. One of my legs hooks around his calf as my feet come off the floor.

I can feel his erection pushing between my butt cheeks, the spray pummeling my clit, Leo holding me up off the floor, as my body tightens like a violin string.

I can't even imagine what this would feel like if he was inside me while he used the shower head…

I explode, an orgasm ripping through me as I gasp out a sob, crying Leo's name.

"That's it, baby, be loud," he hums in my ear. "Scream out my name."

"Leo," I beg because the water is still hitting me and I can already feel another orgasm building. "Oh God."

"Yeah. Yeah, I am." But then he hangs up the shower head and reaches for the valve, turning it off. I cry out a protest as he laughs in my ear.

He's still supporting my weight with one arm as he opens the door and finally sets me down, wrapping me in a towel that is somehow warm…

And then with another he's drying all my exposed skin. I wish I'd known I was going to get this full spa treatment, I would have done this a lot sooner.

Some deep feminine part of me is in awe that this large, powerful man is washing and drying me like I'm some precious person to him.

"Do you always take such good care—" He lifts me into his arms, cradling my body against his as he carries me out to the bedroom.

"You know you're special, Kim," he whispers into my temple before he pulls back the covers and lays me down on the mattress.

I blink at the words, feeling the sting of another round of tears. I don't know what's up with my leaky eyes today or how Leo knew those were the exact words I needed to hear, but as he opens up my towel, exposing my skin to his gaze, I don't feel self-conscious at all. The only thing I feel is ready.

He's still standing next to the bed, and he grabs his own erection, running his hand up and down the long, thick length.

My lips part because it's amazing and erotic, and I want to touch him like that too.

"You're supposed to be doing this too," he says, his gaze locking with mine. I slide my fingers down my body, his gaze pinging between my hand and my eyes until I brush my own fingertips through my curls and down to the lips. I let out a little moan at the friction.

"Fuck," he rumbles out as I press deeper into my own flesh, my body arching into the touch.

He climbs onto the bed, parting my legs wider as he settles on his knees between my thighs. Pushing them further open, he places a hand over my belly as I keep touching myself, his other hand still working over his erection.

I'm wide open and on full display. I don't care, as the pressure from my fingers tightens my body, moving me toward another orgasm.

"That's it, baby," he whispers, his tempo increasing with mine. "You gonna cum like a good little girl?"

"Yeah," I moan out, my knees softly bending and unbending, the inside of my legs rubbing against his. "God. Yes."

"Not God. Leo. Say it, baby. Say my name."

"Leo," I mewl out. It feels so good, but I want him inside me too. That's what would make this even better.

As if he knows, he slides his hand over my hip and then uses his middle finger to push deep inside me.

My body arches and shudders, the contact amazing as I grip down tightly on his finger.

"Jesus, Kim, how did I even fit inside you?"

I don't answer, I'm too close, too ready to explode, and so instead, I just cry out, "Leo."

"I'm here, baby. I'm right here." His hand is flying over his erection now, the tip appearing and disappearing in his large palm. It's so hot, watching him is what finally tips me over the edge, and I scream out, another orgasm breaking over me.

He starts to cum too, semen slashing over my belly and through my pubic hair.

It's messy and amazing and before I even think about it, I reach down, spreading his cum into my skin.

He watches me, his gaze dark and unreadable, his finger still pumping inside me, his hand still grasping himself.

"Kim."

"Yeah?"

"I meant what I said. I want you to stay tonight."

I hadn't thought about what happened after this at all, so I just nod, glad not to have to worry. He was right. Who would want to get dressed and drive after this? That's probably why he wants me to stay. He said as much…

"All right." He's still inside me, still perched over me, but I slide both my hands up my body and over my head, stretching into the mattress. "Your bed is really comfortable."

He lets go of his cock, to place his hand flat on my belly as he swipes his palm through the drying semen. "You're beautiful."

That pulls my lips into a smile even as I close my eyes. That one burst of energy has gone, the tiredness back and tugging at my limbs. "What time is it? I'm so tired."

"Four," he answers, finally pulling his finger out of me and getting off the bed. I open my eyes to see where he's gone but he's making his way into the bathroom, and he returns a moment later, with a washcloth in hand.

I don't argue when he wipes down my sex, though I do note that he doesn't clean my belly as I roll onto my side and snuggle deeper into the bed.

He joins me a moment later, snuggling his front against my back as he wraps me in his arms. "Get some sleep," he whispers, but I hardly hear him.

I can't remember the last time I was this comfortable.

I know the morning is bound to be awkward but that is a problem for after I get some sleep.