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I couldn’t see Stacy anywhere in the Dark Velvet Lounge, and I couldn’t get to my phone, which was in my purse with my coat in the coat room. Stacy had our tickets for the items, but she was gone. Well, unless she was in one of those booths, and there was no way in hell, I was sticking my head into one of them. I was already burning hot by the time the bouncer walked me out.
When I’d looked at the bouncer when we exited the den of iniquity, my first thought was he must be an eunuch as he didn’t seem at all fazed by what we’d witnessed in that lounge. But then again, he must see it so often that it probably no longer affects him, like a doctor looking at blood and gore or vaginas all day. It’s just another day at the office for them.
But just thinking about it and picturing being in there with Andrey… Wait! Wait! Back up there, thoughts. Didn’t you mean Harry? That’s better, I tell myself, falling back into my daydream as I peel the icky bit of shirt off me and start to take off my bra, which I was hoping to be able to put back on, but it too is alcohol-soaked. So much so that I wouldn’t pass a breathalyzer test wearing that thing by the fumes alone.
I put it on the counter on top of my shirt and catch sight of my breasts in the mirror. My nipples are as hard as glass. A flash of the Dark Velvet Lounge and picturing Andrey’s lips on them makes me let out a soft moan, and my nipples peak a little harder. I run my hands over them, pretending they’re Andrey’s large, strong ones, and the ache between my legs starts to demand I relieve it. I glance at the door.
It’s closed, and Andrey knows I’m in here. I doubt he’ll disturb me, and he sounded like he’d be busy for a while. My father always says, “Give me a minute. I have to take this call,” and it turns into two hours.
I slide my jeans and thong off, then walk over to the shower. It’s deep and has no door. It also has a smaller hand shower. I smile. I have one of those in my shower. It’s used for a quick rinse-off, getting stubborn conditioner out of your hair, or a handheld bidet, or for relieving yourself in other more pleasurable ways.
I switch on the main shower and note the shampoo and conditioner on the shiny rack inside the shower, alongside a silky bar of soap and some shower gel.
The warm pressure of the water sprays down on me, bouncing off my overly sensitive nipples that have a direct connection to my clit that was demanding attention. I glance at the door and then the handheld shower head.
No, Isabella, no! Just shower and get out of here. I turn and lean against the wall with my hands while I let the water soak over me, wetting my hair and wiping away the rainbow stripes of color from my torso. I’m trying my hardest not to picture a scene where Andrey slips into the shower behind me.
To get my mind off the ache between my thighs, I quickly wash and rinse my hair, but my thoughts once again go while as I start to rub the bar of soap over my body, and soon I’m fantasizing it’s Andrey doing it.
He takes the soap and starts to rub it over my back, soaping it over my skin with strong hands as they glide lower down to my butt cheeks. He begins to massage once firm mound and then the other.
His fingers dip into the crack and slide down it moving a little lower to where it circles my pussy, stopping just short of touching it before his hands circle up my belly and soap my breast, taking extra care to pinch and tweak each nipple gently. All the while, I can feel his rock-hard cock pressed against my butt, pulsing for attention and entrance to my love hole.
Before I realize it, I’m running the bar of soap all over my body, imagining it’s Andrey’s hands while his hot mouth sucks, nips, and kisses my neck. I feel a soft moan escape my lips while my finger circles into my wetness and starts to tease my swollen clit. I can feel I’m right on the edge, and it’s not going to take much to get me to explode.
I let the water wash the soap off my body, stinging my tits and making my pleasure heightened. I feel myself cresting. I bite my lip to suppress the loud moan pushing into my throat, and I lean heavily against the tiles working my pussy to orgasm.
I feel the world explode into sparks of color behind my eyes, and Andrey’s voice hits me like a bucket of ice thrown over my steamy body. My eyes fly open and lock with his blue ones darkened with desire. He standing dead still, staring at me with a blue cotton shirt in one hand and a few fluffy towels in the other.
“Oh, shit!” I mutter, and the soap decides it’s going to escape the scene. It plops from my hands, arching through the air to land on the floor outside the shower. I don’t think twice and dash out of the shower after it. At the same time, Andrey stops gaping, plonks the items in his hand on the counter, and dives for the escapee.
My still-wet feet skid across the tiles, and our bodies collide.
Chapter 6
ANDREY
I finish my call to Urie and remember I hadn’t put clean towels or a shirt in the bathroom for Bella. While I was on the phone, Helen delivered a bottle of champagne and two flutes. I get the towels and shirt from the closet beside the bathroom. I knock on the door, but there’s no answer. I put my ear to the door, and I can hear the shower on, but I hear Bella moan.
My immediate thought is that she’s fallen on the fucking slippery tile floor that I’ve been trying to get redone in the bathroom. I didn’t get a chance to warn her about it. I knock again and call a little louder, but there’s no reply. I hear her moan again, only this time a little louder. I twist the handle—the door isn’t locked. Then I hear an even louder moan. I’m through that door in a matter of seconds.
I fly into the bathroom, my heart pounding, wondering what’s happened to Bella, only to stop and stare at the sight that befalls my eyes, which nearly stops my heart.
My breath catches in my throat, and my cock instantly stands to attention. I know the right thing is to turn away, but I can’t. I’m transfixed by the water nymph in my shower. Her wet, shoulder-length dark hair cascades over her shoulder while the water from the shower spills around her like rain. It pelts onto her nipples, which are peaked as they hungrily let the water tease them.
I can see and smell the fresh scent of the vanilla soap that’s clutched tightly in her one hand. Her gorgeous body is toned to perfection with her softly rounded tits that I know will fill my palms.
Bella is totally unaware of my presence, and I realize why she’s moaning as I watch her play with her neatly trimmed pussy. Circling and teasing her clit as she brings herself to a climax, her eyes are shut, her white teeth clamped on her bottom lip as she throws her head back, surrendering to the pleasure she’s brought herself.
She truly is magnificent, and before I can stop myself, her name tears from my lips in the form of a tortured moan. My feet are frozen to the spot when her eyes fly open and meet mine.
Of fuck! Her hazel eyes are dark with passion that quickly turns to shock when she sees me gawking at her like some old pervert. The bar of soap she was clutching in the hand that wasn’t teasing her pleasure zone squirts out like a block of cum from her hand. It plops and then slides across the tiled floor.
I shove the shirt and towel aside as I go to get the soap, but Bella goes for it too. Only her feet are wet and slippy from the shower, turning the floor into a slip and slide, sending her on a collision course with me.
A groan escapes me when her body connects to mine, not from the impact but from the shock of feeling her warm, wet body against my hard one. My arms instantly snake out and clamp over her soft, naked hips, and I know there’s no going back from this moment.
I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I do her right now. Her head shoots up to look at me. Our eyes meet and hold. I see a flicker of uncertainty in hers, but it’s gone in an instant and replaced by the exact look I saw in her eyes when she’d first opened them—desire.
