44. Dex

I'm doing this for her.

Not for him.

‘Of course I'll help you shower,' I say, smiling down at her. It seems miraculous to me that she can lie there between us, naked and unselfconscious in her skin, looking thoroughly fucked.

I did this.

I gave her both her orgasms with my mouth and my cock—though I suppose Max and his pink silicone friends helped. So I can finish the job. Show my appreciation. I'll get in and get out. I won't look at him. It'll be just like the showers at the gym: there's an etiquette.

Besides, this will never—can never—happen again, so I'll take a few minutes longer in this intimate, fucked-up bubble before I trudge back across town and pretend I didn't see the face of God tonight.

Her smile of genuine delight is almost painful to watch. She really didn't think I'd say yes. I stroke the delicate skin at her temple, letting my fingers drift through her beautiful hair like a man hypnotised.

I could get seriously attached to this woman, if the circumstances were different. She's the total opposite of my well-trodden path of bankers and lawyers. Sex with Darcy was fucking unhinged, and I'm appropriately discombobulated.

‘I'm so happy you're staying,' she says, stretching luxuriously on the bed.

I give her body a slow once-over before saying, ‘It's no hardship. Believe me.'

‘It's past Dex's bedtime,' Max drawls, dropping a kiss on Darcy's nipple before climbing off the bed. ‘I'll get the shower on.' He's tugging his shirt out from his trousers, unbuttoning it carelessly before he turns away, and it strikes me that for a guy who appears so perennially entitled, he's been pretty selfless tonight. He allowed me both of Darcy's orgasms. All he's had is a few minutes in her mouth and a wank.

Surely that's not nearly enough for someone like him. I just hope he waits till he gets her home before unleashing himself. The mere thought of them going back to his place—or hers—together is a rough hand in my abdomen, fisting my intestines, squeezing them between cruel fingers.

But it's better this way.

‘Let me undress you,' Darcy says, pulling herself up to sitting, and I smile despite myself, because that would be nice.

‘Very kind of you,' I say, drinking in the adorable smattering of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks as she makes quick work of my shirt buttons.

‘Not kind at all.' She tugs impatiently at the bottom of my shirt. ‘Totally selfish.'

I laugh and give her my hand, helping her off the bed. ‘Knock yourself out.'

‘I will,' she retorts. ‘It's about time. You've seen everything I've got.'

The whole club has seen everything she has, but I don't remind her of that. ‘I certainly have. And how gorgeous it is.'

She gets my shirt off, leaning up to kiss me as she undoes my belt buckle, and the wet slide of her tongue against mine is the purest form of happiness. Her nipples brushing against the fine hairs on my chest feel pretty fucking spectacular, too.

‘I'm going to perv so hard at you in the shower,' she tells me, breaking away so she can shove my trousers down. I step out of them and tug my black boxer briefs down, too, getting rid of my socks while I'm crouched down.

When I straighten up, she's staring at my body with huge, hungry eyes. I'm already semi-hard again, which is fucking ridiculous after the life-changing orgasm I just produced.

‘Jesus fucking Christ, Dex,' she says, her voice breaking. ‘I can't—you are so gorgeous. You should stay naked the whole time.'

‘Bit of a breach of my company's dress code,' I say, pulling her against me, because there's nothing like wrapping yourself around a naked woman. It's like our skins can speak, just by touching.

‘Shower's ready,' Max shouts from the bathroom.

For fuck's sake.

I disentangle myself from Darcy.

‘Come on,' she says, grinning at me. Excitement is etched all over her beautiful face. She's already turning towards his voice. I guess she has far more reasons to look forward to this than I do.

I grab her hips as I follow her through, because I'm not above using her as a human shield if the situation demands it.