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CHARLES

Istaggered into the hotel room, a bit drunk and grateful that Willow had opted not to drink. Whatever bug she had on the plane had left her in no mood for drinking, so I drank her share.

“Fuck, Charles, you reek of alcohol.” She shut the door behind us, her arm wrapped around my chest beneath my slovenly side hug.

“Sorry…” I slurred. I knew I was wasted, but I still had full control of my mental faculties even if my body didn’t want to cooperate with me very well. “Just had a bit too much.”

“I couldn’t tell at all.” Willow directed me toward the couch, and I plopped down there, kicking my shoes off. She fetched a bottle of water from the mini fridge and handed it to me, caring for me when she was the one who was ill. I felt bad for that.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward me, hoping just to keep her close to me long enough that I could apologize, but she giggled and fell on my lap, my tug at her arm too strong. I laughed with her and found the water sloshing down my shirt and onto my pants.

“Charles!” she shrieked as the water soaked through her dress.

“Oh, fuck…” I chuckled. I held her there while I chugged the water and then tossed the bottle. I didn’t care where it went. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. It was then that I noticed the small black and white brooch pinned to her dress. I’d been so preoccupied with the evening’s events that I hadn’t even paid attention to her jewelry. “You wore it.” I smiled, touching the cat pin.

“I did, and you’re so drunk.” She stood, and my eyes followed her movement. Her body was like a magnet.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“And you’re wasted.” She turned to look at me, pulling her earrings off one at a time. She removed her necklace and then the brooch. “I’m surprised Peter let you drink that much.”

“Peter doesn’t tell me what to do.”

“He doesn’t?” she asked, dropping her jewelry onto the desk. “Then why are you married to me? And why did it take another man and a business arrangement for you to realize that you needed me?”

Her questions hammered my chest, and I couldn’t respond. I didn’t want to lose it in a drunken argument. She had every right to question my motives. I had been the one to hurt her.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m taking a shower.” Willow walked away, leaving me there to think about how stupid I’d been. She wore the pin though; that had to mean something.

I loosened the knot in my tie and slid it around my neck before I tossed it on the ottoman. Tonight, was one for the books. The rally was a success and Willow looked graceful and beautiful. I unbuttoned my shirt and walked toward the bathroom. She was in the shower. I stopped in the doorway as I stared at the water rolling down her body. The bathroom was steamy due to the hot water she stood under. She perched her leg on the bench inside of the shower as she caressed her body with the bar of soap she had in her hand.

I rubbed my hand over my groin and briefly closed my eyes. The monster wanted out of the cage and the way the water had her skin glistening, I was ready to release him. I leaned against the door frame and admired the goddess in front of me. There was just something about a naked woman covered in water that was incredibly erotic.

Soap covered her body as she stood underneath the showerhead above her. The glass was foggy due to the steam, but I could still see her silhouette. My cock throbbed as it silently begged me to free it. I peeled my shirt off. The mixture of the hot water and my body heat had me overheating. I removed my t-shirt then my pants followed, causing my cock to spring up. I moved toward the shower, opened the door, and stepped inside.

Willow turned around to face me. She looked startled at first then her eyes traveled down to see I was stroking my hard cock. Water ran down our bodies as we gazed lustfully at one another. She bit down on her lip softly. The look she gave me turned me on even more.

“You’re looking at me like you want to do something to me,” I stated.

She smirked. “I believe you’re the intruder, sir.”

“Should I leave?” I asked, playfully. “I can come back some other time.”

“I have something else in mind.”

She lowered herself to the shower floor until she was on her knees in front of me. She pushed my hand to the side and wrapped her hand around my shaft. She stared up at me as she stroked me. I gazed down at her as her strokes quickened and became more possessive.

I placed my hand on the wall for balance. When she had me at her mercy, she swallowed me whole. My head bent back as a reflex to the warmth of her mouth. I shivered at how wet it was as she moved her mouth back and forth. The steadiness of her movements sent shivers racing through me. The gradual licking forced my eyes to the back of my head. I placed my other hand on the door to give my legs the sturdiness they desperately needed.

“Oh God,” I murmured.

I wanted to run my fingers through her wet hair though the wall and the door were keeping me grounded. And she was doing a great job of controlling me and her pace without my assistance, but still…

I glanced down at her. “Jesus, this feels amazing.”

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