“E” and “H”?
I continued walking down the hallway, smiling at the more “esteemed” photos he’d hung of himself. I stopped when I heard the sound of running water and followed it into a massive bedroom.
Everything was cloaked in black—the sheets that covered the king sized bed, the long silk curtains that hung over the balcony’s French doors, and the plush rug that sat atop his polished wooden floors.
I walked over to his armoire and pulled out the first drawer.
“What are you doing?” Andrew was standing right behind me.
“I was...” I stalled as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “I was looking through your stuff.”
“Looking for anything particular?” He kissed the shell of my ear from behind.
“I’m looking for where you keep all my panties.”
He let out a low laugh. “They’re all next to my bed.” He slid his hand underneath my skirt and stalled once his fingers reached my bare pu**y. “Since you’re not wearing any, do I need to give them back to you?”
I rolled my eyes and he let me go.
“Is this better than a hotel room?” he asked.
“Depends.” I turned around. “How many other women have you had here?”
“None.”
“None?” I couldn’t believe that. “In six years?”
“I like to keep my f**king life separate from my home life.” He clasped my hand.
“So, I’m the exception to the rule?”
He didn’t answer. He simply led me across the bedroom and into an all-white en-suite where the water from the shower was still running.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up...” He looked down at me.
“Because you want to watch movies together?”
“Because I want to f**k you in the shower.” He pushed my back against the wall and looked into my eyes. “Because I want to f**k you all night.”
I moaned as he wedged his knee between my thighs and pulled my shirt over my head. He slipped his hand behind my back to unclasp my bra, and as it fell to the floor he trailed his tongue across my ni**les.
“Take off your skirt...” He backed away from me.
My hands went to my zipper, but my eyes stayed glued on him as he started to undress himself.
I’d f**ked him numerous times in his office, recklessly rode his c**k time and time again, but I’d never seen him completely naked.
He pulled his white V-neck shirt over his head and tossed it into the corner—exposing a set of chiseled abs and a small cursive tattoo that was etched onto his chest.
I tried to read what the words said, but then he unfastened the drawstring of his black lounge pants and let them fall to the floor.
I could see that his c**k was hard through his briefs, and I waited for him to take them off, but he walked back over to me.
Grabbing my hand, he placed it against his waistline. “Take them off of me.”
I slipped my thumb underneath the elastic, but he stopped me.
“With your mouth.”