Watch Me (Private Listing #1)

She smiles, proud of herself. I lift her into my arms, carrying her into the bathroom and setting her on the counter. She sits quietly watching me while I draw a bath in the slipper tub. I add bubble bath.

This pull between us only grows with every moment I’m with her.

“The most important part is the aftercare,” I explain.

I take off my clothes. Moving to her, I remove her bra, the only thing she has left on. My fingers trace her nipples and she sighs. I lean in and kiss her briefly before shutting off the tub.

When I lift her in my arms again, she wraps herself around me.

“Stay standing.” I set her on her feet in the tub before climbing in. After I sit, I reach a hand up to her. The warm water engulfs her as she lowers down. Sighing, she settles her back against my chest.

“Did you like that, Madison?” I stroke my hands over her arms.

“Yes.” Her head rests against my shoulder and she closes her eyes.

“Anything you didn’t like?”

She shakes her head.

“Good.”

She releases a breath and sinks into me. I grab a washcloth and drag it over her skin.

As I trail water down her shoulders and her breasts, my voice is low when I admit, “I wasn’t supposed to be there.”

She half turns to look at me, her blue eyes wide.

“We were supposed to give you time to adjust. To think about what happened in the conference room and decide whether you wanted to continue with us. We were afraid we were moving too fast.”

She relaxes her back against my chest and takes my hands in hers, squeezing them lightly. She brings my knuckles to her lips and brushes a kiss over them.

“When I carried you to the shower that night and held you, you seemed so dazed and fragile.”

She settles more into me and wraps my arms around her as she turns her cheek against my chest, over my stuttering heart.

“I didn’t like leaving it like that. It didn’t feel like enough after everything you gave us. Everything you gave me.” My voice breaks a little and I clear my throat. “I wanted to make sure you were all right.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Her voice is a little more hoarse. She turns in the tub and straddles my lap. Her hands go to my cheeks, and she forces me to look at her. “Hey, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“We sent you home. We forced you into that situation. If I’d kept you?—‍”

“They would have gotten to me another time.” Her smile is a little sad. “They were determined to take what was mine. Nothing would have stopped them from trying.”

I curl my hands around her hips and draw her into me. My cock has already recovered. This woman makes me hard constantly, but this moment isn’t about sex. I need that connection to her. To feel her all around me.

As if she senses what I need, she rises and lowers her pussy onto my hard cock.

“I should have gotten there sooner. I should have never let you leave. I should have kept you in my bed and away from harm.” My hands brush her hair out of her face. “I never should have tried to shut you out. I was afraid you’d be like the others, but you are nothing like them.”

She takes my mouth as she rides my cock, slowly rocking her hips over me while our tongues tangle.

This isn’t about getting off. It’s about the connection that began the moment we talked on the phone for the first time. Those little catches in her breath like she loved listening to me talk. The wide eyes filled with need when we met in the conference room for the first time, and the bolt that rocked me the first time we shook hands.

Every moment since then until this moment right here.

“I will always be grateful you showed up, Blake.” Her words have a breathless quality to them as her body seeks release. “But I’m not in here because of gratitude. I’m in here because I want you. I need you. I crave you.”

“I want you, tiger.” I run my hands over her soapy breasts and down to her hips, guiding her to a motion that will get us both there. “I need you.” Kissing the corner of her lips. “I crave you.” Kissing the other corner of her lips. “I want you.”