Chapter Five
I woke the next morning slowly, the luxurious hotel sheets tangled around my waist. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the suite.
Addison was no longer beside me. A soft, melodic sound drifted from the bathroom—her voice, low and slightly off-key, singing to herself under the shower.
A slow smile spread across my face. I got up, completely naked, and padded toward the bathroom door, which she had left slightly ajar. Steam curled out, carrying the scent of the hotel’s expensive body wash. I pushed the door open quietly and stepped inside.
Addison stood under the wide rainfall showerhead, her back to me, water cascading over her beautiful curves. She was singing softly—a gentle, soulful tune—completely unaware of my presence. The sight of her wet, naked body made my cock twitch with immediate interest.
I stepped into the large walk-in shower behind her, sliding my arms around her waist. She startled for a moment, then melted back against me with a soft laugh.
“Good morning,” I murmured, pressing my lips to the side of her neck as the warm water poured over both of us. My hardening cock nestled against the curve of her ass.
“Mmm… good morning to you,” she replied, her voice husky. She reached back, running her fingers through my wet hair as I kissed along her shoulder. My hands roamed her slick body—cupping her full, soapy breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened under my touch.
“You sound beautiful when you sing,” I whispered against her ear, one hand sliding down her stomach to cup her between her thighs.
She was already growing wet again, and not just from the water.
I stroked her slowly, sliding a finger between her folds.
“But I like the sounds you make even more when I touch you like this.”
Addison moaned softly, leaning her head back against my shoulder. “Owen… you’re insatiable.”
“Only for you,” I growled, slipping two fingers inside her while my thumb circled her clit. She gasped, grinding back against my now fully hard cock. I continued kissing her neck and shoulders, nipping gently as my fingers worked her with steady, confident strokes.
Within moments, the heat between us escalated. Addison turned in my arms, kissing me hungrily under the spray. Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me firmly as the water sluiced over us. I backed her against the tiled wall, lifting one of her legs around my hip.
“I need you,” she breathed against my mouth. “Right now.”
I didn’t make her wait. I gripped her thigh and thrust into her in one smooth, deep stroke.
We both groaned at the sensation. I fucked her against the wall with steady, powerful thrusts, the water making everything slick and intense.
Her moans echoed off the tiles as she clung to me, nails digging into my shoulders.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I rasped, burying my face in her neck. “So tight and perfect in the morning.”
Addison moaned in response, her leg tightening around my hip as I thrust deeper, the warm water cascading over our joined bodies.
I kept a steady, powerful rhythm, each stroke dragging against that sensitive spot inside her.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her head falling back against the tiled wall.
“Yes… just like that,” she gasped, her voice echoing beautifully in the steamy shower. “Don’t stop, Owen. You’re so deep.”
I turned us slightly so we were facing the large, fogged mirror on the opposite wall.
With one hand, I wiped away the condensation, giving us a clear view of our reflection.
The sight was intoxicating—my taller, muscular frame behind her, one of her legs wrapped around me, my cock disappearing between her thighs with every thrust. Her breasts bounced with each impact, water streaming down her curves.
“Look at us,” I growled against her ear, my eyes meeting hers in the mirror. “Look how perfectly you take me. So fucking beautiful.”
Addison’s gaze locked on our reflection. Her lips parted on a loud moan as she watched me fuck her. “Oh God… we look so hot,” she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. “I love seeing you inside me like this.”
I gripped her thigh higher, spreading her wider, allowing us both a better view. My thrusts grew deeper, more deliberate, each one drawing fresh, needy sounds from her throat. One hand slid between us to rub her clit in firm circles while the other held her steady.
“Watch yourself come for me,” I commanded softly, my lips brushing her ear. “Watch how gorgeous you look when you fall apart on my cock.”
Addison cried out sharply, her body tensing as her orgasm crashed through her. I watched in the mirror as her face contorted in ecstasy, her pussy pulsing and squeezing around me in powerful waves. The sight and sensation were too much.
I buried myself to the hilt and came hard inside her, filling her with thick, hot pulses as pleasure surged through me. We stayed locked together under the spray, breathing heavily, my forehead resting against her shoulder as the water continued to fall.
After a few moments, I gently pulled out and turned her to face me. I kissed her slowly, tenderly, my hands roaming her wet body as we caught our breath.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I murmured with a smile, pressing my forehead to hers.
She laughed softly, her fingers tracing my jaw. “I could say the same about you.”
We stayed under the spray for a few more minutes, exchanging slow, lazy kisses as the water cooled.
Eventually, I turned off the shower and stepped out first, grabbing two thick, plush towels.
I wrapped one around my waist and used the other to gently dry Addison off, taking my time to pat her skin dry, lingering on her breasts, her hips, and between her thighs.
“You’re spoiling me,” she murmured with a soft smile, leaning into my touch.
“You deserve it,” I replied, pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder. I wrapped the second towel around her body, tucking it securely above her breasts. We stood there for a moment, kissing softly—slow and sweet, full of the quiet intimacy that had grown between us overnight.
“What do you feel like for breakfast?” I asked between kisses, my hand resting possessively on her lower back. “I can order room service. Eggs Benedict? Fresh fruit? Or something sweet to keep your energy up for later?”
Addison laughed lightly against my lips. “Surprise me. As long as there’s coffee. Lots of coffee.”
We stepped out of the bathroom together, still exchanging soft kisses and quiet conversation, my arm around her shoulders. The living area of the luxurious suite opened up before us, sunlight streaming through the large windows.
Then I froze.
Jamie was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, looking far too comfortable. Her eyes flicked over us—me in nothing but a towel, Addison wrapped in another, our hair still damp, the unmistakable glow of recent intimacy on both of us.
My stomach dropped. “How the fuck did you get in here?” I demanded, my voice low and sharp.
Jamie’s gaze hardened as she looked at me. “I am your fucking wife,” she said coldly, the words cutting through the room like ice.