The Big Boss - Penny Wylder Page 0,19
change before I go and visit Harold. My early bird client that prefers his visits to be absolutely first thing in the morning.
Last night I used Keenan’s bathroom, and I know that it’s huge, and has one of the most luxurious showers that I’ve ever seen. I don’t think that he’ll mind too much if I use it. At least I hope not.
The shower is clean white marble, spacious with those heads that spray water from all angles. It’s like being caught in a storm of water in absolutely the best way.
Keenan made a joke about this shower last night in the middle of him delivering yet another ridiculous orgasm. Fuck, he was good. We were good together. Even after all that, I want more of him, and I feel myself growing wet. I don’t have time to wait for him to wake up, as much as I want to, but my hand creeps between my legs, seeking quick pleasure that won’t be nearly as satisfying. I’m slick enough that it’s easy, and it won’t take long.
A hand snakes around my waist and I nearly scream before I realize that it’s Keenan behind me. Every inch of his lean length, cock pressing against my ass. One arm locks across my chest, holding me to him while the other replaces mine. “If you wanted more,” he says low in my ear, “I would have said yes.”
“I know.”
Keenan doesn’t let me move away, instead he keeps me pinned to his body, and teasing me. His lips graze my neck, and he finds a rhythm with his fingers that makes me tense. Pleasure rises, sure and sweet and fast. He’s relentless, using everything he learned about my body to drag the orgasm from me.
It’s not explosive. It rolls in like the tide. Smooth and inevitable, covering my whole body with bliss before fading away and leaving me gasping under the stream.
Keenan doesn’t stop there, helping me wash, running soap over my body before lathering my hair. There are few things in life that rival one’s hair being washed. It gives me chills. I could live for this kind of luxury, and I immediately stop the thought in its tracks.
Even though this has been amazing, Keenan and I are still from two different worlds, and still stand for very different things.
Keenan hands me a towel when we step out of the shower and pulls me in for a kiss when I wrap myself in it. It’s comfortingly domestic. Not necessarily in a bad way. “I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up,” I tell him. “Believe me, I would love nothing more than to play hooky with you. Stay in bed and have sex all day. But I have an early client.”
He smiles at me. This isn’t a smirk or anything meant to rile me up. It’s just a smile. “It’s okay. I know that I’ll see you soon.”
Yesterday I might have been upset by that assumption. But now it feels right. I will see him again. The thing between us is too real to be denied. “Thanks, though I’m sorry I can’t stay and…help.” I glance down at his erection.
Keenan chuckles. “I’ll survive, don’t worry, but I might step back into the shower.”
I bite my lip. “Okay.”
“I’ll text you later,” he says, stepping back into the spray.
I watch him for a moment, and he looks at me as his hand starts to move, and I blow him a kiss before leaving. I need to leave before I drop the damn towel and call in sick. I quickly dress. I’m going to need to move fast to get back to my car and apartment and change, but I do make it.
I’m right on time pulling up to our offices. Sometimes I do the actual grocery shopping, but for the most part—especially for clients like Harold who are early in the morning—the shopping is taken care of by someone else and I just pick up the groceries before heading over.
But when I walk inside, it’s not the normal happy atmosphere that I’m used to experiencing in the morning. Everyone looks a little somber.
“What’s going on?”
Morgan, my supervisor, looks at me. “We got word that 120 Asher is going to be demolished in two weeks.”
That’s Harold’s building. “What?”
“Yeah, we had no idea. The permits came through yesterday I guess, and some developer is going ahead with a project that will get rid of the building and the park behind it. I guess the residents are going to