“We both need to clean up first,” she said on a laugh.
I paused at that, noting where we stuck together with a smile. “Fair point.”
Then, I stood, hauling her up into my arms as she laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck to hold on.
I carried her to the shower, dropping her only long enough for her to put a cap around her hair. When we were both inside, the hot water streaming down our backs, we were silent, each of us washing the other and stealing kisses in-between.
I lathered her body with soap, washing every inch, careful when I slid a cloth between her thighs and gently cleaned her there, too.
But when we were rinsed, I didn’t turn off the water, didn’t let her reach for one of the towels we’d laid out.
Instead, I knelt in front of her, hiking one thigh onto my shoulder and leaning her against the wall for my first taste of the night.
Dirty Little Secret
Maven
My entire body was sore.
It wasn’t the kind of sore after an intense hot yoga flow, either. It was bone deep, the kind I could only imagine a person might feel after running their first marathon. In my case, it had been a sex marathon — one I did not train properly for. But I didn’t regret it. That soreness was delicious, the kind that reminded me in little flashes of everything that had happened.
My hands ached from gripping onto Vince the night before, my toes from how they’d curled, my thighs from how they’d quivered, my neck from how it’d held my head up while I watched him fuck me. My core burned from the cardio, my pussy from being filled, and — a new sensation — my ass from being taken for the first time.
And while I wanted to stretch out all my sore muscles, I couldn’t, because I was covered by thick thighs and hair-dusted arms, Vince’s warmth surrounding me and holding me to him.
I tried to wriggle free, laughing when I didn’t so much as make the behemoth of a man budge. But he did stir at my attempt, and he wrapped me up tighter, kissing the back of my neck.
“Trying to escape already?”
His words rumbled through me, and I bit back a smile, snuggling into his arms. It had been so long since I’d been held like that.
Of course, that reminder made my eyes bulge open wide.
Because the last man who had held me like that had also broken me completely.
I swallowed down my panic, drawing circles on Vince’s arm. “I need to stretch.”
“Mm, I can help with that,” he said, his voice low and seductive as he pressed his hard-on against my ass. I’d no sooner let out a laugh before I was pinned in the sheets, his hips between my thighs, my wrists overhead and held against the pillows.
“No, I mean seriously, I am sore as hell,” I said against his lips. “I need to stretch.”
“I’ll stretch you out,” he promised. “After breakfast.”
And then he was kissing down my body, his scruff tickling the entire way.
I wiggled away from the touch, breaking out of his grasp just in time to catch his face in my hands before he could land between my legs.
“I don’t think I could come right now even if you stayed there all morning,” I said.
He kissed the inside of my thigh. “Not with that attitude.”
“You already got me three times last night.”
“We call that a hat trick. But I still think we can do better. Let’s go for four.”
I laughed when he tried to descend again. “Sir, am I going to have to kick you out of this bed?”
“I’d like to see you try,” he said, but he conceded, balancing back on his knees as he took in the sight of me spread out in the sheets below him. The morning light was coming in through the sheer curtains covering my windows. “Alright. What’s sore, how can I help?”
“Everything,” I said.
He frowned, gently kneading my thighs with his massive hands. I groaned at the sensation. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t,” I said on another laugh. “It was the best night fucking of my life.”
“Do you mean it was the best fucking night of your life?”
“That, too.”
He chuckled, hands moving to massage the insides of my thighs as I winced. “How are you… internally?”
I peeked an eye open, smirking at him as he continued his massage. “Is that your way of asking if my asshole is okay?”
He grinned.
“I’m fine,” I said, resting in the pillows again. I pointed to my calf to tell him where to touch me next.
“Still think it was hot?”
My neck burned. “Yes.”
“Want to do it again?”
“Right now? Absolutely not.” I opened my eyes to meet his. “But, yes.”
His chest swelled with his next breath, like he was restraining himself, like he owned me and just remembered how proud he was of that fact. I felt like a trophy, like a million-dollar car in his garage that he couldn’t wait to drive down Bayshore Boulevard.
For a while, Vince worked my sore muscles as we listened to the morning sounds of the city waking up outside the windows. Eventually he rolled me onto my stomach, massaging my legs and ass and moving up to my lower back.
The more the silence stretched between us, the more my brain raced.
Last night had been hot. It had been… life-altering. That was the kind of sex a woman dreamed about, knowing deep down it would likely never actually happen. Maybe in the movies. Maybe in books. But never, ever in real life.
Still, I could close my eyes and see the girl grinding on Vince’s lap, the ones that sandwiched him between them in the bar after that first home win I’d witnessed. He was drowning in pussy. Right now, mine had his attention, but I knew this thing between us was a fleeting one, a snapshot in time.
Part of me wanted to run.
It was the loudest part of me, if I was being honest — the one that knew I’d end up hurt at the end of all of this. Vince lived a different life than I did. He was surrounded by riches — literally — and the attention of the entire world. Everyone wanted a piece of him.
I was just the one who had his focus at the moment.
My heart picked up its pace at another thought — my job. I’d just landed this extension, proving to Reya and Camilla that I was serious about elevating our brand to the next level. I wanted my own segment. I wanted to showcase community heroes, to use our followers and my reputation in Tampa for good when this was all over.
I didn’t want anyone, least of all my bosses, to think I was losing control of the situation.
Control.
The word struck me like a lightning bolt.
That was what I needed in this moment.
I knew it all would end, eventually. We would crash and burn, just like every passionate romance does.
But maybe I could avoid being hurt if I was the one driving the car.
“So,” I said when he moved to my upper back.
“So?”
“Should we talk about this?”
“About me massaging you and trying not to have a boner?”
I chuckled. “No, I mean… this. Us.” I swallowed, rolling until Vince climbed off of me. I sat up in bed, folding my legs beneath me as he crooked a sleepy smile.
“What about us?”
“Well,” I said, reaching up to fidget with the silk wrap around my hair. “Obviously, we have chemistry. We enjoy each other’s company.”