She bites her lip and nods. “It’s enough,” she says, massaging at my scalp. “But can you promise me something?”
“Anything.”
She slides down the tub, taking me with her until our bodies are completely submerged under the water. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, her legs around my waist. “You’ll let me tell Sal.”
I try to lean back, but she increases her tight hold, preventing me from pulling away. “You want to tell him?”
“He’ll think you want me for just one thing.”
My eyebrow arches. “What makes you think I don’t?”
“Hey.” One of her arms releases me and makes a play for my arse, her nails sinking in viciously.
“Ouch! Fuck, Lainey.” Water starts to splash around us, and I spin our bodies until my back finds the tub. “Remove your nails.”
“Apologize,” she demands, keeping her hand under my arse, her nails sunk snuggly in my flesh.
“I’m sorry,” I all but squeak, reaching under my back and prying her hand away. “You sly sod,” I breathe out, my eyes falling into annoyed slits. “That fucking hurt.”
“Turn over and I’ll kiss it better.” She grins, dipping and catching a nipple in her mouth, sucking softly.
A deep groan of appreciation rumbles up from my tummy, my cock rousing from its slumber. “You can keep kissing there. I’m feeling much better.”
She laughs and reaches for the vanity unit for a condom, and I blink at the vision of water pouring from her torso. “Lift,” she orders, moving down a little as she rips the packet open. I do as I’m bid and watch in fascination as she rolls the condom on before resuming position, reaching down between us to guide me to her. Oh, holy good Lord, here we go again. Will I ever get enough of her? My hands land on her thighs and brace, my teeth gritting. And when she lowers, watching me carefully, I start to shake, water rippling around me.
My hands travel from her thighs across her wet stomach, up onto her breasts, my eyes rapt as I cup them, massaging gently as she comes to rest on my lap, taking me all the way. I’m buried balls deep, set to go on another journey to sexual bliss. “Wait.” I take the tops of her arms and look at her. “We were in the middle of a serious discussion.” I must be mad for stopping what she started, but I need closure on this particular issue.
She huffs on a sigh, taking my hands and placing them back on her boobs, rotating her hips teasingly. “This is serious, too.”
“Lainey.” I draw her name out slowly in warning. I won’t enjoy myself until we clear this up. “Why do you think you should tell Sal?”
Shoulders dropping a fraction, she relents and holds my hands, bringing them down to my stomach. “I think it would be better coming from me. With you, he’ll probably just shout and holler on about you being a slut.”
Damn. She’s right. He’ll go off the deep end with me, not give me a chance to explain. The conversation—or argument—will be over before it’s even begun. Fists will fly, he’ll accuse me of being a manwhore, or of trying to steal his PA. With Lainey, he’s more likely to listen to what she has to say. He won’t shout at her, and he definitely won’t throw a fist at her. “And you’re prepared to do that? Face him and tell him?”
“I owe it to him, Tyler. If you tell him, it’ll be awkward between me and Sal, and I don’t want that. I love working at Christianson Walker.”
I sigh, hating how much sense she’s making. But leaving her to do it alone doesn’t feel right either. “How about we do it together?” That’s the perfect solution. Sal won’t lose the plot with me if Lainey’s there.
“No.” She’s so adamant. “I’m doing this, and you’re going to let me.” She grinds onto my lap tactically, reminding me that we’re still connected.
I yelp, grabbing her and yanking her down to my mouth. “You’re a dirty player, Lainey.”
“I love you,” she mumbles into my mouth. “Please let me do this for us.”
Well, fuck me blind. If she tells me that, I’ll do anything she asks. “Okay,” I agree, rolling us over, ensuring I don’t slip free. “Whatever you want, beautiful.” I drive deep, sending water splashing everywhere and echoes of our collective yells bouncing around the bathroom. Now, being a step closer to full disclosure, I feel the restraints holding me back loosening. Thank fuck. Finally, I believe everything is going to be how it should be.
I WAKE UP TO THE sounds of banging coming from the kitchen and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. I could quite easily lie here and listen to her finding her way around my home, but the magnetic pull of her has my naked arse following my feet to find her. I lean against the doorframe when I arrive at the entrance, watching her for a long, pleasurable time while she’s preparing coffees. In her knickers. Nothing but her knickers and her hair piled high in a huge messy knot. My mind is recording every second to memory.
As she gathers the cups up, the sound of her phone forces her to place them back down so she can retrieve it from her bag. “No,” she mutters, rejecting the call. But before she puts her phone down, it rings again. “Damn.”
“Someone wants to talk to you.”
Lainey spins to face me, surprised, and her hand comes to her chest. “You scared me.”
“You could just tell him that you’re taken now. Or I can.” I give her a sarcastic smile, and she rolls her eyes.
“Very funny.” She tosses her phone on the table and gets the coffees.
I notice she doesn’t correct my instinctive reference to it being a man. “Old flame?” I ask casually as I wander over and take a mug from her hand.
“Let it go, Tyler. He’ll get the message.”
I can’t argue with that. After all, I’ve been dodging a few calls myself. “Maybe he wants his T-shirt and mixtape back.” I grin as I bring my mug to my lips, trying to make light of it. One thing I have figured out is that I can’t let all those men bother me. I’ll be a walking bag of jealousy if I do. I just hope Lainey takes the same angle, because the calls I’m avoiding will eventually lead to a few old fucks to come calling. If Lainey’s handling of my ex-wife is anything to go by, we should be good. We have to laugh, because the alternative would be bloodshed.
“You and I both know there were no T-shirts or mixtapes. Not from him or anyone.” She wanders past me, knocking my shoulder playfully. “Have there been any T-shirts and mixtapes in your history?”
I snort and follow her back to the bedroom. “Do I look like a mixtapes kinda guy?”
She glances over her shoulder, giving me sexy eyes.
And there goes my cock again, standing to attention and pointing the way to Lainey. I look down to my groin, hearing her chuckling in satisfaction. My head stays low, but my eyes lift to find her. “You love that you do this to me, don’t you?” I know I do.
“Yep.”
I discard my coffee and stalk forward, ready for my next fix of her.
Ding dong.
I ignore the doorbell and look at Lainey’s coffee mug as I approach, my way of telling her to lose it or be burned. It’s gone from her hand in a second, and she starts to back away.