“Do you mind if I shower before I go?”
“You don’t have to,” he replied.
She smiled and patted his face. She was sure he was just trying to be nice. She showed him her stomach as a reminder, a subtle hint, she knew she should get going. “I gotta clean up...”
She walked with slightly wobbly legs to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, desperate to pee, before turning on the shower. She had brought no body lotion but looked down to see an assortment of products. What the hell, smelling like him wouldn’t be too bad. She lathered up quickly and turned when the door to the shower opened, and she was no longer alone.
“Hey...” she started with a quizzical tone. “What are you...”
He pushed her into the wall and wrapped his arms around her with the water cascading down the both of them. He attacked her tender but willing mouth once more, only pulling back to whisper, “Don’t go.”
It was one second, perhaps two, but she gave a mini jump and hopped into his arms as he held her steady against the shower wall, sinking her onto him, already hard. Had it even gone down? She didn’t know. But she did know that her night wasn’t over yet. He didn’t want it to be over. And truthfully, neither did she.
5
Owen groggily openedhis eyes to find her facing away from him, yet with his hand over her shoulder, tucked into her breasts, he was holding her even in sleep. He had no idea what time it was, but the sunlight glowed from behind the drawn curtains. She slept so peacefully, he watched her body gently rise and fall for a few brief seconds before placing a delicate kiss on her back and another down her spine.
She gave a tiny moan but fell back asleep. He took it as a sign he needed to work harder to get her attention. He ran his finger tips along her rib cage, pressing his erection into her.
His phone tingled its ringtone, and he cursed to himself and reached for the handset.
“I’ll get it...” came her voice. She wasn’t even groggy. She’d been awake for some time. She reached for his phone and playfully tossed it across the room as she twisted around to plant her mouth on his before leaning up, spitting on her fingers and gripping his cock.
“That could’ve been important,” he chuckled as she shifted lower down the bed, holding his cock straight.
“Answer it if you want. I’m not stopping you,” she replied playfully before sinking her mouth on him, moaning as her lips stretched to accommodate him. Her head bobbed, slow and deep, as she held the base before gently following her mouth with a partial fist. Sucking and pumping.
He dropped to his back and placed a hand at the back of her head.Fuck it. Let them leave a message.
* * *
Robert hung the call up, his ears burning as Owen’s voicemail echoed through his phone. Robert couldn’t believe it. He’d fallen asleep.
“So, where is the superstar?”
He turned to the owner of Hord Car company. He had specifically flown in from Greece for this meeting. And Owen had missed it and recovery. Owen had never been late a day in his life. He’d been told about the sponsor meeting. He’d blown it.
What the hell had happened to him? How the hell was Robert going to fix this?
* * *
“I don’t understand...” Tegan asked, her underwear in her hand. Owen had been close to cumming, and she was just getting into the groove, when he swore and gently eased her face off his dick. He was now racing around for clothes. “Did I do something?”
“No. No, not at all. It’s my fault. I’m supposed to be at the gym, doing a photo opp thing with a rich big wig and forgot all about it. Trust me. I’m sorrier I had to stop you.”
He got in front of her, and still half-dressed, reached up to touch her face. “I’m sorry, really. Don’t think you have to rush off.”
“It’s OK. I’ll get going.”
“You don’t have to. Stay as long as you like. I’ve got no idea what time I’ll be back. But stay. If you want. Please?”
Tegan smiled. “Get going...”
“OK, OK... OK,” he said, slipping out the bedroom door. But a second later he opened the door and peeked his head through. “You’re staying, though, right?” She giggled and tossed a shoe at the door before he finally left.
She planted herself on the bed and ran a hand through her tousled hair. Naked, alone in a one-night stand’s house. Well, one night and ten percent of the morning. Did it still count as one night if it wasall night? She reached down for her bag and phone. Damn, only twenty-seven percent battery. She would have to freshen up quick and head out.
She spotted her social media notifications and then a handful of missed calls and texts. Most of them from Fiona. Shit, how best to handle this? She called Fiona and nestled herself into the soft mattress, stretching as the phone rang twice before being picked up.