Chapter 43 #2
I shouldn’t be thinking about licking every inch of this man right now, not after everything that we’ve been through today, the arguing, the tears, yet I can’t seem to help myself.
It’s a good distraction is all.
“Yes, the shower. I need to wash off the day. Want to join me?”
I think my head responds for me before I can figure out how to formulate the words. “I’m never one to turn down a shower.”
With no time wasted, I throw the covers off, climb out of bed and head straight to the attached bathroom.
Apparently my man finds my actions entertaining because he lets out a small laugh as he follows me.
“A little eager for a shower, are we?” He says with a smirk playing on his beautiful mouth as he passes me to get to the shower stall first.
“Like I said, I’m never one to turn down a shower. Especially one with a hot billionaire and equally as hot water.
Another chuckle leaves him. “I will make scolding hot just for you.”
I hop on the vanity counter before responding. “Thank you. I love it when the water melts my skin off.”
My legs swing as I watch him play with the water knobs. He twists and turns them, he tests out the water and it’s not until he’s satisfied with the temperature that he finally turns to me.
In the bedroom, the only light was coming from the bedside lamp and though I was able to see Elliot disheveled and tired, I didn’t get the whole picture. Under the bright light of the bathroom, I see the stubble framing his face, and the redness of his eyes.
Stretching out my hand, I offer it to him and he takes without a single question. It when I have my legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on either side of my thighs that I ask questions.
“Are you going to tell me what you three decided on?” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and stocking his hair, trying to create a calming affect for him. Just like he did for me earlier in the day.
His head drops to my shoulder, his glasses pressing into my skin.
A sigh escapes him. “I have to figure out a way to get in contact with my mother.”
My fingers stop moving through his hair for a second but I quickly recover.
“Was that your choice?”
I thought when he said that should go to La chuparosa for help, he meant that Santos or Leo would find a way to get in contact with her and go from there. Not him personally.
He nods against my shoulder. “It’s only logical that I do it.”
“Logical.” I repeat trying to wrap my head around the scenario.
This woman hurt him beyond measure and now he is going to seek her out. I can’t imagine the amount of pain that would bring him.
Needing something to do, my fingers start moving through his hair again.
“Do you have a plan as to how you can get in contact? It’s not like you can call her up and ask her to meet you for coffee?”
I feel his arms snake around my waist and bringing me closer to his body. His body heat envelopes me and my body knows to relax into him.
“I have Drake looking into it. There has to be a connection somewhere that we can get a message through. It could take a few days, though.”
Now I’m the one nodding. “Are we going to stay here until it happens?”
I’m already planning on emailing the nurse manager to take me off the schedule for the next few days. I don’t think I can leave Texas until this is taken care of. Everything in me is telling me that I need to stay that the family I have here isn’t hurt.
“We can’t. You have shifts at the hospital.”
“I’ll use my sick days.”
Elliot pills away from me and I can’t help but to swoon when he does and pushes his glasses up with his middle finger. Why is that so damn hot?
“You can’t use your sick days. What happens when you are actually sick and you need them?”
I shrug. “I’ll deal with it when that happens. I think it’s best to stay in Texas until all this is settled. Besides, I have a billionaire boyfriend that can cut me a check for the money I didn’t make the days I missed.”
He looks at me with those blue eyes of his as if he is trying to get a read on me and look into my soul at the same time.
“I was joking at the last bit,” I say when he doesn’t say anything.
For a few seconds, he just continues to look at me but then he gives me a small nod.
“Are you sure you want to stay here? We can fly back to Chicago tonight.”
Now I’m nodding. “I want to stay. No, I need to stay. I need to see for myself that Jack doesn’t harm them. I’ll email the hospital in the morning and talk to Sophia to see if she can cover some shifts.”
“And I will deposit the money for your missed days.”
My eyes go wide. “Did you not hear the joking part?”
“Oh, I did, but I’m choosing to ignore it. What’s the point of having your bank information if I can’t use it?”
My mouth pops open and I’m dumbfounded for a few seconds, before I recover.
I tighten my legs around his waist.
“Well then let me thank you for coving my paycheck.”
His eyes go dark and fill with mischief.
“And how will you do that?” His hands dig into my waist, and I let out a whimper.
The way I want him to touch me in another place.
Would it be too forward if I were to grab one his hands and slide it between my legs? Of course not.
So with a smile. I do just that. I reach around and place a hand over one of his and slide it to my front. I’m wearing one of his t-shirts that I stole from his closet so as my hand moves, I slide up the fabric just enough to expose my pussy.
Elliot’s eyes glide down to my movements, licking his lips as he does. The sight has heat covering every inch of my body. And when he lets out a groan when I open my legs and place his hand on my pantie covered core, my arousal climbs.
I’m wet and hot and it’s all because of him.
“This is my thank you?” His fingers glide along my pussy over the fabric and I can’t help but to lean back and open up even more for him.
“Part of it.”
“What’s the other part?” He starts rubbing circles against my clit, slow, methodical circles.
I throw my head back. I’m going to need him to move the fabric to the side soon and let me feel his skin against mine, otherwise the other part of this plan will not happen.
“Your cock in my mouth in the shower.”
He hums. “You on your knees will definitely make a perfect thank you.”
“Glad you think so. Now make me come.”
The smirk he gives me should be featured in every damn magazine in the world.
“I think my fingers are going to need a little help with that request.”
I’m about to ask what he means, but he then drops to his knees and spreads my legs wider on the vanity.
Okay, if I thought his smirk should be immortalized in magazines, this sight should be craved into stop for only me to see. Elliot not only on his knees for me, but shirtless, only in black boxer briefs and glasses makes me want to weep.
This man is a fucking sight and he’s all mine.
I’m the one he gets on his knees for.
I’m the one he loves.
I’m the one that he opens up for.
I’m all his and he’s all mine.
And the second he presses his face against my pussy, glasses still very much in place, I let out a moan that I hope the others in the house cannot hear.
I think I black out from the way he eats my pussy because one second, I’m taking in the sight before me, the next I’m combusting on his face. Before my release can sedate me, I hop off the counter and take off my close and drag Elliot into the shower.
The man discarded his briefs and glasses as I was undressing. The second the shower door closes behind us, I drop to my knees and give him the second part of my thank you.
All thoughts about the day, wiped away.