Page 95 of Tell Me Something

“Where? In your apartment?”

“Yes, I have a gym that includes a treadmill, stair climber, and some free weights.”

“Uh, okay. Thanks.”

“Let’s get these cleaned up.”

I’d expected him to take me into my place, but instead he led me into his.

“So this is obviously the living room, kitchen to the left, down here’s the master bedroom and bath.” He led me through, giving me the abbreviated tour.

“What’s this door?” I asked, looking at the closed door across from the master bedroom.

“My office, which is locked.”

Uh, okay.

Back toward the kitchen, we went down a small hall. “Another bathroom and then this—” He opened the door. “—is the gym.”

It was nice, with a large flat screen on one wall and on the other a view of the city through a floor-to-ceiling window.

“Oh, and here’s the laundry room.” He opened the door across from the gym to show me. “You can do your laundry here instead of going to the laundromat from now on.”

“Thanks, but Josh—”

He shook his head. “No buts. There’s no reason for you to be out in the freezing cold to run or do your laundry. Come over here instead. Matter of fact...” He led me back to the kitchen and fished out a key from one of the drawers. “Here’s a key.”

Whoa.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” He took my hand and led me into the master bath where he had me sit on the edge of the huge tub while he went into one of the drawers and brought back a small first aid kit.

“I appreciate the offer and the key, but I don’t want to intrude on your space. It seems kind of sudden.” Even last night upon our return from Tortola, we’d gone back to our respective places to sleep.

He met my eyes and frowned again. “It’s not sudden; it’s practical.”

As if it wasn’t enough that I was living in his guest apartment, now I was going to use his treadmill and washing machine, too? Sighing, I tamped down on the uncomfortable thought of becoming more reliant on him. By his own admission, his intentions were practical. Just a few weeks ago, I hadn’t been allowed to see the inside of his space. This had to be a big step for him when it came to trust. “Okay, thank you.”

He made quick work out of cleaning up my scrapes, even pulling down my pants to clean my knees.

“I feel like a little kid,” I giggled while he blew on the antiseptic to keep it from burning too much.

“Well, I don’t feel like a parent at the moment as I can smell your pussy, and all I want to do is shove my face in it.”

Holy shit.

His hand cupped my sex through my panties. “Ah, you’re soaking, baby.” When he dragged them down, I protested.

“I was running and am sweaty—”

“I know, and I love it.” He practically dove in, causing me to just about buck off the tub. “I feel like I know your scent now. That beautiful, sexy scent for me, and it makes me crazy for you.”

That admission made me hotter. His mouth suckled my clit gently and then harder with his tongue circling it, ensuring I wouldn’t last long. I climaxed quickly.

He stood up and stripped me swiftly, then turned on the water, grinning. “It’s not quite the same as in Tortola, but it does have possibilities.”

Yes please.

After our sexy shower, Josh dried me off thoroughly and applied some ointment to my scrapes. “I always figured that shelf would be good for something other than holding shampoo,” he quipped.