It still felt wrong, but by that point he no longer cared.
Putting his hands on her ass, he ground himself against her. “I’ll fuck you, baby, and I’ll even spank you.” At her moan of approval, he stripped her clothes off and dropped his towel. He turned the shower back on and backed her inside. He hoped the water would disguise any sounds just in case someone was nearby. He plucked a condom from his shaving kit on the sink and sheathed himself before following her in. He took a moment to appreciate the picture that she made with the water running in rivulets down her beautifully curved body. Her breasts were the perfect-size handful for him, with rosy nipples that looked like raspberries. Lower down, her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and her shapely thighs were moving restlessly. It seemed that neither of them could wait another moment.
He backed against the wall, bracing her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met his mouth as it came down on hers. Their tongues clashed and he held her hips up before plunging her down onto his cock. “Brant . . .” she moaned. He could feel her nails score his back as they both raced desperately toward the peak. He figured by this point that water was probably flying out of the shower and drenching the bathroom, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the woman wrapped around him. There was no illusion of control left; they had both lost it with his first thrust. He continued to pound into her velvet heat and she ground herself against him. When a strangled cry tore from her throat, he felt her body go stiff and then shudder. She spasmed around his hard cock as her release seemed to go on and on. He held off as long as he could, letting her ride the peak before he erupted inside her.
They both slid to the floor of the shower, letting the water pelt them. When he had recovered enough to move, he juggled the still limp Emma in his arms and managed to step out onto the rug in front of the shower without injuring them both. They quickly dried off without speaking. It was a comfortable silence. He suspected they were both too exhausted after traveling and having shower sex to attempt conversation.
Next Emma dropped her towel and pulled a T-shirt out of her bag before scooting under the bedcovers. She slid to one side and without asking, he slid in behind her. In his experience, it was always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission anyway. He was surprised when she turned and settled against his side, curling around his body like a lazy cat. He stiffened for a moment before pulling her closer. He hadn’t slept this intimately with a woman since Alexia, and if he had stopped to think about it, it would have scared the hell out of him. And yet he couldn’t resist her.
Emma woke slowly. She was in the middle of a yawn when she noticed the time on the alarm clock. Was it really after eleven already? She rarely slept that late—even on the weekends. As she stretched she noticed that her body ached in all of those long-neglected places from the previous night. Just remembering how she had practically attacked Brant made her groan and bury her head in the pillow. The man never stood a chance.
Reading an erotic book got to her every time, and last night had been no exception. Even with her mother’s book club taking some of the thrill out of it, she had still been turned on from reviewing the hot and heavy scenes of Fifty Shades of Grey. If he had been asleep, she might have left him in peace, but there was no way she could stop herself when she saw him standing in the bathroom almost naked. Heck, nothing short of divine intervention could have stopped her at that point. The man had a drool-worthy body and, oh baby, did he know how to use it!
Most of her past orgasms had been at her own hands. With Brant, though, she could feel her orgasm building from the moment he entered her. She had now slept with her boss twice. There was no way this could end well. Their whole relationship was built on mutual disrespect. She was now taking the term “sleeping with the enemy” to a whole new level. It had to stop . . . didn’t it? So what if he was God’s gift to women in bed? He was still the same Brant Stone that she loved to loathe.
She had put in yet another transfer request before they’d left together for Florida. Yeah, it really looked like she wanted out from under him, didn’t it? Ugh, I’m the office slut now. It felt like everything was catching up to her as she walked dejectedly toward the bathroom to shower and then hunt down the missing Brant. Maybe the situation was still salvageable. She could stop anytime she wanted to, right? She had complete control over her body. There was no way she was going to lose it just because she lusted after him.