Page 39 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Once the doors open, I grab her hand, and we hurry to her room. I pull her key out of my pocket and unlock the door.

When we’re inside, I immediately push her against the wall and kiss her while pinning her arms above her head.

From her vanilla scent to her sweet taste to the way her curvy body makes my dick impossibly hard, Romy is intoxicating. Every part of her has a hold on me.

When my lips release hers, I rub my thumb across her swollen bottom lip. “Let’s go take a shower.”

She nods as her tongue darts out and licks my thumb.

Dear lord, she’s going to kill me.

Grabbing her hand once more, I lead her into the bathroom. I reach in to turn on the hot water and give it time to warm up.

While we wait, I take my time untying the small bows holding her swimsuit together around her body. When each of the strings is undone, it slips off her body and onto the floor.

Then, her fingers make quick work of untying my trunks and pulling them down my legs. My dick had calmed down until she gives it a few slow strokes, and my boner returns with a vengeance.

As to not blow my load all over her hand, I lead us both into the large walk-in shower. The warm water washes over both of us as I kiss her again. My tongue takes its time exploring her mouth while my hands roam over her skin.

Although it starts slow and sensual, it doesn’t take long to become frenzied and hungry.

She pulls back from our kiss with a wild look in her eyes. Before I can ask what she’s thinking, she sinks to her knees, getting settled on the floor of the shower.

I can’t imagine it’s very comfortable, but before I can tell her she doesn’t have to, her tongue flicks out and swirls around the head of my cock.

It feels so good that it takes every ounce of me not to let my legs turn to jelly. And when she widens her jaw and takes me as deep as she can, oh my lord.

It’s fucking incredible.

With one hand, I brace myself against the shower wall while the other holds onto her ponytail. I wrap the hair around my knuckles but still let her set the pace.

The way Romy alternates between deep, slow sucks and quick, light licks makes every nerve in my body come to life. The woman sucks my cock like it’s the best fucking popsicle she’s ever had.

“Fuck, Romy,” I groan.

She gives a sexy moan in response, making her mouth vibrate against me while she sucks.

As much as I’d love to fill her mouth with my release, I pull her back to her feet because I’m nowhere near done with her. I turn her around and tell her to brace herself against the wall. But when I try to slide inside her heat, it’s just awkward. Our height differences and the fact we are all wet make it hard to get any traction or momentum going.

I turn her toward me once more and try to hold up one of her legs and do it that way, but it’s not working either.

Romy’s eyes glance around. “Where’s the bench? Don’t these things usually have benches?”

I chuckle. “Why does shower sex always sound better in theory than it turns out to actually be?”

“I have no idea, but we have a nice big bed out there we can continue this on.”

Without even responding, I shut off the valve, and the water abruptly stops. I grab each of us a towel, and we quickly dry off.

Romy exits the bathroom first, and I finish drying off. When I make my way back to the bedroom, Romy is lying on the bed, completely naked and waiting for me.

When she notices me, her knees fall open, giving me a glimpse of her pretty pussy.

As perfect as this moment is, there’s one thought that I just can’t seem to shake.

How the hell am I going to give this up after our week is over?

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