Page 106 of Sven

He bent his knees, getting down close and ran his hands through her hair. “Let’s go to bed.”

She nodded and followed him up the stairs. She really wished she wasn’t on her period because she had really missed him... and he was really fucking good in bed.

They made their way down to Sven’s room, and she settled into bed as he walked into his closet to take his suit off. He came out in some black boxer briefs, and she cursed her uterus. He would be gone again by the time she was finished.

“How are your cramps?” he asked, evaluating her.

“Ehh,” she said with a shrug.

“Ya know what’s good for cramps?” he asked, wagging his eyebrows.

She smiled and bit her lip. She had heard that, but she’d never tried it before.

“Have you used my shower before?”

She shook her head.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s your shower?”

“I bet I can take care of your cramps in the shower?” he said as he strutted over to her.

Cockiness had never done it before, but something about the way he carried himself just did it for her.

He took her hand and pulled her out of bed. “What do you say?”

“I’ve never done this before,” she said as she let him pull her to stand.

“There’s no pressure. I’m just trying to help you.”

“Oh, is that all?”

He turned to her with a smirk that cut right through her and turned her cramps into pulses of need.

She followed him into the bathroom. He turned on the water before swinging his attention to her. Before she knew it, he was next to her, pulling off her hoodie. Then he kissed her, and, yeah... if she wasn’t sure before, she was sure now, she wanted this.

“Get in,” she said, gesturing to the shower. “I’ll be right in.”

When she was ready, she walked over into the giant walk-in shower, where Sven was standing under the water. His head was tipped back as the water ran over him. There have been times in the past couple weeks she’d had to pinch herself to remind herself that this was actually her life, and this was one of those moments.

“Oh my god,” she said as she watched his hand run down his stomach and wrap around his hard cock.

When her eyes finally found their way back to his face, she realized his gaze trained on her with hunger.

“Get over here,” he said as he took her hand.

Allowing herself to be pulled into him, the feel of his wet skin on her skin felt new but then he turned them and the hot water ran down her shoulders, but he didn’t let go. He held her and kissed her neck and let his hands roam her body as she tipped back her head, and the water ran over her.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

His hand left her body, and he squirted some shampoo in his hands. Next thing he knew, he was washing her hair. No one had ever washed her hair before. His strong hand allowed her to relax in a way she never had. She trusted Sven would take care of her. As he rinsed her hair, she let that thought sink in. Things had changed so much since she started working here.

Once he was done with her hair, he kissed her and started running his hands along her body. His hand ran over her breast as she stopped and plucked the nipple. She moaned, and it only spurred him on.

His hand slipped between her legs, and when they made contact with her aching clit, she threw her head back and moaned. “Sven.”

“I got you,” he said as he worked slow, indulgent circles over her clit.

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