Page 94 of The Assignment: Room 3

When Flex finally breaks our kiss, the mirror is steamed up, and the shower door is cloudy with the heat. He takes a step back, giving me a show as he slips out of his shoes and socks and pushes his pants and boxers over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. He is a work of art.

“Like what you see, pet?” He catches me staring at his dick.

“Very much so, Master.”

“Too bad that’s all you’re getting for the next three months.” Ihave a terrible poker face. He smiles with those panty-melting lips, and my stomach starts doing cartwheels.

“Are you sure we need a no-sex policy?” That makes him chuckle as he takes my hand and pulls me toward the shower.

“Yes. I want to get to know you. Really know you and for you to know me. We already know we are compatible in the playroom, but we need to create a different kind of intimacy.”

Flex pulls me under the rainfall showerhead before cupping my face in his hands.

“I don’t want to fuck this up, Celest. I’m in uncharted territory.”

There’s something new and exciting in the way he looks at me—this Greek god. It’s more than friendship or a quick fuck. This man cares for me and sets my world on fire. “I’m scared if I close my eyes…” I rest my hand on his chest as the water cascades over every sculpted inch, “… that all of this is going to go away.”

He has a smattering of hair on his chest, his abs are etched as if in marble, and his happy trail could make a grown woman weep.

Flex reaches for his shower gel, and I immediately recognize the scent. Squeezing a small amount into his hands, he drops to his knees and starts washing me from my feet to my shoulders. His touch is so gentle, nothing like the fierce Dominant I know him to be. The urgency of release is replaced with such tenderness. There’s nothing sexual in the way he runs his hands over every inch of my skin. He’s taking care of me.

Before he moves on to my hair, he cups my face in his hands, giving me a ghost of a kiss. When he reaches for the shampoo, the tight-knit of his brow unsettles me. “What’s wrong, Master? Did I do something wrong?”

His expression softens. “You’re perfect. I just realized I don’t have shampoo for you.”

“Yours is fine.”

“But I love the way your hair smells. It gives me goose bumps. I can’t figure out what scent it is.”

Running my hands up his biceps, a thrill courses through me. “Coconut.”

“Coconut. When I’m done with your aftercare, you can text me the brand. I want to make sure I have the right one for next time.”

The way the rivulets of water kiss his deep, defined V muscles make me want to fall to my knees and suck his dick all over again. “Three months from now?” I say with a petulant lip.

“I said no sex. I’m still going to work you into a sweat that requires me to shower you afterward.”

“And if Ibegyou to fuck me?”

“Then, you’ll be punished. Which, in turn, will require aftercare. You, naked, in here, with me.”

“Can I wash you?” He seems surprised by my request.

“Not tonight. Maybe another night, if you’re a good girl… or a really bad girl. Now, let me wash your hair so we can get you home.” He turns me with such care before lathering my hair with his shampoo. It’s so cute that he noticed my scent. I don’t think a Dom has ever taken the time to learn anything about me outside of a scene.

I relax into his touch, and it brings tears to my eyes. Thankfully, they are hidden by the water cascading over us. When he’s finished, he kisses me with the reverence of a long-time lover, and it has me completely disarmed.

“All done, pet. As much as I hate to say it, you need to put some clothes on before I tie you to my bed and ravish you all night long.”

“Mm… that sounds lovely.” He shuts off the water and grabs a huge, luxurious bath sheet, wrapping me up like his most treasured possession.

“You are going to be the death of me, Celest Monroe.”

Seeing Flex in nothing but a towel is a spiritual experience, as it might be the closest I ever get to God. He leads me to the closet, and sure enough, there are multiple outfits for a woman in need of some clothes. “That’s nice of you to keep some women’s clothes in case a sub needs them.”

“They aren’t for any random sub. I got them for you. No other sub has ever taken space in my closet.”

“But you didn’t even know if I would agree to your contract.”

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