Chapter 6
Inhaling sharply, I made a frantic grab for the towel that Richie was busily wiping my thighs with, and slapped it over my pussy.
My cheeks flamed with mortification. How long had Mitch been standing there?
Clearly he’d seen me orgasm, which was bad enough, but had he heard me moaning his name too? Oh God, oh God, oh God!
But Mitch didn’t look too concerned about finding us in flagrante—maybe he figured it was par for the course in Suite Noir.
‘Hey, are you Richie?’ he said casually, ignoring me. ‘Mia said I could use your shower.’ I had to give him credit. He looked Richie in the eyes and didn’t glance at his cock once, which was still semi-erect (luckily for his client).
Raking a hand through his hair, Richie said nonchalantly, ‘Sure, mate. Help yourself, it’s through there.’ He gestured to the shower room.
‘Thanks. I just had an interview.’
Richie grinned. ‘Yeah, I heard.’ I stared at Mitch’s muscular chest, which was glistening—had Mia squirted again? But why was it all over his chest? What had he been doing to her?
I dreaded reading the notes she’d left in the spreadsheet. No doubt she’d hired Mitch on the spot. He had that smug look about him.
Richie gave me a kiss on my still-blushing cheek and muttered. ‘Sorry, Prim, gotta go. My client will be waiting.’
I waved him off with one hand, the other still pressing the towel between my legs. ‘No, please go, and… thanks.’
Mitch’s eyes swivelled between us curiously; however, he said nothing. And when Richie had left through the internal door to his suite, he didn’t seem in any hurry to shower either. He leaned on the doorframe, smirking at me.
‘Do you mind?’ I said haughtily. ‘I’d like to get dressed.’
He stared at my white knickers, covered in cum, lying on the floor. ‘You might want to give those a miss.’
I had half a mind to pull them on and stalk off just to spite him, but the thought of riding the Tube in wet cum-stained knickers didn’t appeal.
Mitch jerked his chin towards the shower. ‘Wanna join me?’
I almost dropped the towel. ‘What?’
He shrugged. ‘Don’t worry, nothing will happen. Mia wore me out. Besides, I know you’re not into that kind of thing, so it would be perfectly platonic… like showering with your brother.’
He said it deadpan, but I knew, I just knew, from the slight crinkling of his eyes, that he was highly amused by witnessing me with Richie after Mia had made a big song and dance about me being asexual.
I scrunched my toes in my sensible office heels, heat prickling my hairline, hating that he’d caught us. But no way in hell was I going to let him know he’d riled me. ‘I don’t have a brother. And even if I did, I wouldn’t shower with him,’ I said flatly. ‘That’s just sick.’
‘It was a figure of speech,’ said Mitch, nodding towards the shower. ‘Shall we? It’ll be less water, and you look like a save-the-planet type of person.’
I hesitated. I did need to clean up, and Mitch wasn’t wrong.
I’d spent ages coming up with a friendly (but firm) message to remind clients to shower for five minutes only.
Besides, I couldn’t deny the strong pull of attraction I felt towards him.
And here he was, wanting to have a “platonic” shower with me.
It was an offer too tempting to turn down.
‘Fine. I’ll be there in a sec.’ I waved him through to the shower. ‘But no funny stuff—I mean it,’ I added like a steely-eyed headmistress when Mitch’s full lips curved into a smile.
He nodded, laughter dancing in his blue eyes. ‘You have my word, Ms Johnson. No funny stuff.’
Mitch walked off to the shower, and once I heard it start up, I dropped the towel and stepped out of my shoes.
Then, taking a deep breath, I unbuttoned my shirt and removed my bra.
My heart was thudding in my ears. What the hell are you doing, Primrose?
It was bad enough that I’d fooled around with Richie.
But now I was getting naked with Mitch, and I knew in my bones he was trouble with a capital T.
I wasn’t entirely sure I believed his promise about no funny stuff, especially as he’d seen me getting it on with Richie.
And I had a sneaking suspicion I’d succumb quite happily if he did make a move on me.
I had to have the quickest shower humanly possible—even less than the allotted five minutes—then get the hell out of there.
Making sure any stray blonde strands were pinned tightly into my bun, I walked towards the shower room.
My stomach quivered when I spied Mitch’s towel hanging on the hook.
The sound of humming and splashing emanated from behind the steamed-up glass door.
Slowly pushing it open, I stepped through into a fog of warmth and saw Mitch enveloped in swirling mist.
His head was tipped back, eyes closed as water cascaded from the rainforest head over his face and broad shoulders. His thick cock bobbed around in a nest of wet, dark pubic hair as he shifted under the spray.
I jerked my eyes up and stepped under the shower next to him, almost groaning when I felt how hot it was. Mitch had twisted the dial right round, and it was the perfect temperature. He didn't know it, but I enjoyed scalding showers, ones that left my skin pink and glowing for hours afterwards.
‘Here you go.’ Mitch handed me the body wash, and I squirted a generous dollop of Mandarin Musk onto my palm. He followed suit.
We washed in silence, me standing half an arm’s length away from him, enough to get my share of heat but ensure no part of our bodies touched. And so I didn’t get my hair doused.
To my surprise, Mitch didn’t perv at my body or make any lewd remarks like I’d been expecting him to. It was kind of… comfortable. Like we were old friends who had been showering together for years.
Then he handed the body wash to me again and said, ‘Could you do my back? It’s always hard to reach.’
Warily, I took it from him. ‘Uh, sure.’ But I figured from his indifferent tone that it was a practical request. He was a tall guy, and he had a lot of back. Make it really quick, Primrose. Do not linger on his muscles or put your hands anywhere near his butt.
Squirting a generous amount of body wash onto my palms, I rubbed them together and ran my soapy hands over his shoulders. The fresh citrus and spice fragrance permeated the steamy space.
Mitch sighed, sounding tired. ‘Thanks.’
‘No problem.’ I paused for a beat, then couldn’t resist remarking, ‘So Mia really wore you out, huh?’
He nodded. ‘Yeah. She was like the Energizer Bunny, she wouldn’t stop…’
‘Hopping on your cock?’ I quipped, soaping the middle of his back, and trying not to enjoy the feel of his rippling muscles under my palms.
Mitch snorted. ‘Something like that.’
‘So you got the job, I take it?’
‘Yeah,’ he said, sticking a finger in his ear and wiggling it to get the water out. ‘Mia said I was exactly was she was looking for. She’s emailing the contract through tonight.’
‘No surprises there,’ I muttered, concentrating on washing Mitch’s lower back. So he was going to be working here then. As a Suite Noir guy… And having sex with loads of horny women. Wonderful.
My fingers dug into Mitch’s side a little too hard, and he jerked away with a sharp gasp. ‘Hey, watch it! That tickles.’
‘I barely touched you!’ I scoffed. He murmured something I didn’t catch because he had his head under the water, rinsing his hair.
I finished washing the rest of his back quickly and congratulated myself on resisting the temptation to slide my hands over his smooth, wet butt. ‘There you go, all done.’
Mitch glanced at me over his shoulder, hair plastered to his forehead. His mouth quirked. ‘Shall I return the favour?’
I shrugged. ‘Okay, but make it quick. We’re only meant to be in here for five minutes.’
I turned around and heard the squirt of body wash. Then Mitch started rubbing my shoulders—it was rather vigorous, but I didn’t mind. As well as hot showers, I liked hard massages too. Ones that made my eyes water.
‘Did Mia come up with the five-minute rule?’ he asked.
‘No. I did,’ I said. ‘It stops clients from wasting hot water and keeps the electricity bill down.’
‘But you can’t police that?’
‘Well, no,’ I said, giving a short laugh. ‘Unless I hovered outside the showers with a timer, and I’m way too busy for that. It’s just a firm but friendly guideline.’
‘Ah,’ said Mitch, digging his thumbs into my shoulder blades. It hurt, but in a pleasurable kind of way.
He began sliding his hands leisurely but firmly up and down my back. So much so that I had to put a hand on the black-tiled wall to steady myself. Mitch was certainly a thorough back washer.
‘Are you ticklish?’ he asked.
‘Nope,’ I replied. Not as much as you anyway, I thought, smirking to myself. What a baby!
As if it were a challenge, Mitch kneaded the dip in my waist with both hands.
I flinched as a fresh wave of arousal swirled through my body.
But I resisted the urge to bat his hands away, not wanting him to know how he affected me.
He hadn’t mentioned anything about me moaning his name earlier, so I was hoping and praying he’d arrived after that part of the proceedings.
‘See,’ I said, gritting my teeth as he prodded around the flesh below my ribs with his fingers.
‘Hmm,’ he said, sounding impressed. ‘You have nerves of steel, woman. I’d be crying on the shower floor if you did that to me.’
Unable to resist the thought of making him cry, I spun around and was about to give his armpits a good tickling when Mitch quickly grabbed my wrists.
‘Don’t you dare!’
I struggled a bit, laughing, but his grip was firm. ‘Come on. You need desensitising. I can help you.’
‘Uh-uh, keep those pointy little fingers away from me.’
‘You let those pointy little fingers wash your back.’
‘That was hugely trusting of me. And you don’t want to break that trust, do you, Primrose?’
I huffed a laugh, vaguely aware of water trickling sensually between my breasts, and half wanting Mitch to look at them, but he didn’t. His navy-blue eyes drilled into mine.
‘I guess not,’ I replied softly. ‘Since we have to work together. Welcome to the team. Bro.’
A fleeting expression crossed Mitch’s face. But it was gone before I could read too much into it. ‘Our five minutes are up,’ he said, dropping my wrists. Reaching behind his back, he shut off the shower, and I shivered as the cooler air hit my skin. I crossed my arms over my puckered nipples.
‘Ladies first,’ said Mitch.