Nothing. Was she in the shower already? I couldn’t take a chance at scaring the life out of some unsuspecting naked woman. Plus, Shaun would kill me if there was a complaint. I put my duffle bag back down.
No, just me. Headed to the shower. See u soon.
Sooner than she thought. I walked outside the men’s room and waited. No one else entered, and by now, she should be in the shower. Shaun wasn’t looking, luckily. I quickly made my way inside.
It was the same setup as ours. Sure enough, by the time I walked back where the showers were located, one was running. Her clothes hung on a hook outside the shower on the wall. Tossing my duffle below them, I undressed quickly before anyone came inside. Then grabbing a condom from my wallet, I placed it just inside the folds of Rae’s towel on the stool.
She didn’t even have time to fully spin around toward me when I pulled the shower curtain aside. Taking advantage of her position, I grabbed Rae’s hands and pinned them against the wall. Rae gasped. Holding her there, I showed her how badly I wanted her. What her body, her strength, did to me. Freeing one hand and holding both of hers with my other, I moved her wet hair to the side, kissing her neck. Her shoulders.
“You shouldn’t be in here.” Her tone sounded anything but scolding. Instead, it was inviting, as if I needed an invitation.
“Do you want me to go?” I asked, in between kisses. Using my free hand, I explored freely. Cupping her breast and taking Rae’s nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I waited for her to respond.
“Yes,” she said. “You really should before you get caught.”
“Then why,” I splayed my hand now over her stomach. “If you want me to go, are you rubbing your ass against my cock?” I whispered, my fingers finding their goal. “You do know where that will lead, don’t you?”
I slipped my fingers inside easily.
“I,” she stopped just as I moved. Pressing my palm against her, I used everything I knew to make her come. My tongue teased her ear as I fought to catch my breath. With every soft moan, I found it more and more difficult. “I do. But we can’t—”
I pulled away. Not to listen to her empty pleas but to make quick work of the condom. Rae turned to me, water raining down between us, so I grabbed her hands again and placed them on my cock.
“Guide me inside you.” I didn’t ask. Rae didn’t seem to care it was a demand. She did it, all the while murmuring about getting caught. As soon as I was buried deep inside of her, I let her wrists go, grabbed her and pulled Rae up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my back. As I pushed us up to the wall, I drove myself inside of her, nearly as frantically as I’d kissed her yesterday in the tent. I wanted to consume, and be consumed, by her.
Rae’s response not to cool the fires she’d stoked during our workout. We found a rhythm that was becoming increasingly familiar. Moaning against my mouth, Rae pressed her hips to me. I circled, knowing I couldn’t use my fingers this time, and prayed she could come without them. Breaking our kiss, I raised the stakes.
“I think I heard someone,” I lied. “Try not to call out.”
Of course, she did. I’d have laughed if the pleasure pain of it hadn’t nearly killed me. When Rae bent her head back, her entire body suddenly tense, I held on for dear life and, with two final pumps, came with her. Capturing both of our cries just in case there was actually anyone out there.
By the time we returned to earth, and I could think straight, I’d let go of Rae’s legs. She stood, albeit shakily, and I tore off the condom. Tossing it down momentarily, I grabbed Rae’s body wash, cleaned up and then did the same to her.
“I would wash you every night,” I whispered, my hands running over the smooth skin of her breasts. “I would worship you, Rae. You do know that, don’t you?”
We rinsed, Rae kissing me one last time before I turned off the water.
“I’m beginning to,” she said, just as a loud cough told us we weren’t alone.
Knowing I should let Rae do it, but feeling gloriously cheeky, I popped my head out of the shower. “Oh shit,” I said to the poor middle-aged woman staring back at me. “Am I in the wrong locker room?”
Rae tried, and failed, to stifle her giggle. I popped my head back.
“Coast is clear,” I lied, to which Rae burst into laughter.
The sweetest sound I’d heard all day.
TWENTY-SEVEN
rae
“Canyou please tell him Rachel Watson needs to speak to him as soon as possible?”
As I waited for Jerry’s secretary to come back on the line, I pretended I was in court dealing with a judge. Pissing him off would only be shooting myself in the foot.
So far, I had no company credit card. No access to anything but a petty change account. He’d shot down every idea I’d had, treated me as if I were nothing but a pesky employee, and now refused to answer me. His last email was so cryptic it said hardly anything at all.
“Sorry Rachel,” he said. “It’s been a crazy few days here. I got your message.”