Chapter 29 Kendra
TWENTY-NINE
kendra
We both lay there, catching our breath.
“Shower?” he asked. He pulled out of me and rolled onto his back.
“That would be nice.”
“We should have stopped by your place and picked up some clothes for you. Is it okay if we go in the morning? I can bring you before work.”
“I was a little distracted when we left. But yeah, this complicates tomorrow morning.”
“We can ask Colby if she has anything you can borrow.”
“Umm, are we ready to launch whatever this is?” I pointed back and forth between the two of us.
“Yes, ready to launch, Kendra. It’s also probably time to let HR know.”
I laughed. “Like you need to worry about what HR has to say.”
“I don’t want to run an organization where every member or employee doesn’t have the same rules. We don’t have a policy against fraternization, but we are in a tricky balance. It will only protect you.”
“Are we going to tell them you ate me out on your desk?”
“Not if we ever want a repeat. I trust we can be discreet about certain things. Especially when it’s none of their business.”
I wanted a repeat of that: his desk, the sauna, and maybe the conference table in his office.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked.
“First, I think I’d like to shower, and after we shower, I want your mouth again.”
Jonathan nudged me off the bed. “Go. It’s time for the full experience. Just wait until you get in my shower.”
I’d used his bathroom before, but maybe it was dark, or maybe I didn’t want to snoop, but his shower was fucking incredible. “I can’t believe you have such great water pressure.”
His incredulous stare met me as I lathered up a facecloth. “Is that all a man needs to impress you? Water pressure?”
“Have you ever lived with bad water pressure? Or had a failing hot water tank?”
His expression was adorable, making it clear that he’d never had to worry about his creature comforts. “Is your hot water an issue?”
“Um, not exactly. I was just making a point.” I rinsed the soap off my body. “Wait, were you going to try to fix it for me?”
“Not personally. My grandmother showed me the way around the kitchen, but I come from a long line of men who wouldn’t know the difference between a wrench and a screwdriver. But I could make some calls.”
“Why does the thought of you handling the handyman make me want to ride your face?”
He smirked. “Be real. Everything I do makes you want to ride my face.”
He backed me into the corner of the shower, the only place the jets couldn’t reach. I inhaled sharply as my back hit the wall. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Everything, Kendra. Fucking everything.”