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That did me in. With her body convulsing around me, I let go, coming inside her in a hot rush. Our hearts pounded in unison as the water cascaded over us. I held Esme close, her body still quivering in my arms.
“Holy fuck, the things you do to me,” she said, when she could finally speak again.
I lowered her carefully to the ground, brushing her lips with a light kiss. “Straight back at you.” I turned the shower off and grabbed us some towels. “Now I need to eat.”
“God yes! I’m starving.”
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I left Esme to dry off and get dressed while I ordered in. Croissants, muffins, bacon and eggs, hash browns, and coffee.
Esme came out a few minutes later dressed in denim shorts and a dark blue button-up shirt, with the diamond pendant nestled between her breasts. Her still damp hair was tied back in a tight braid. She’d washed all the makeup off and looked relaxed and happy. And very fucking kissable.
I pulled her to me with an arm around her waist and kissed her soundly. When I finally let go, her face was flushed, and her lips were puffy. “I could drag you straight back to bed when you look like this.”
Trailing the tips of her fingers down my naked chest, she said, “Mm, likewise. You should go get dressed or whoever’s delivering food is going to get quite an eye full.”
I chuckled, running my hand down her back to grab her ass. “Well, that might just make things interesting.”
Her eyes alight with laughter, she pushed me away with her hands flat on my chest.
“Alright, I’m going, but just so you know, it’s with great reluctance.”
“I appreciate that.” She boosted herself up, so she was sitting on the counter, her eyes trailing over my body. “And to prove it, I’ll let you fuck me right here on the counter before I leave.”
“There’s a deal I can’t resist.”
Esme was true to her word. After breakfast, I fucked her until she came three times.
Then it was time for her to go. She only had a few hours before she had to get the kids from camp and wanted to get as much laundry done as she could before then.
It seemed so dull and mundane, and I wasn’t quite ready to let her go, so I almost quipped that I’d happily pay someone to do it for her. At least I had the sense to check myself, and it was with a weird, heavy feeling in my gut that I walked her to the elevator.
The doors slid open to reveal my brother Grayson standing in the corner, head bowed over his phone. He lived in the penthouse condo, so seeing him like this was a pretty common event, but I flinched inwardly at the sight of him. He raised his head and his eyes widened slightly in surprise when he saw Esme. To his credit, though, he just nodded and said, “Wolfe.”
“Grayson.” We stepped into the elevator and I slipped my arm around Esme’s waist, feeling her shrink against me. “This is Esme. Esme, my older brother, Grayson.”
“Hello.”
“Um, hi. P-pleased to meet you.”
“Likewise.” Being so full of charm and charisma as he... wasn’t, my brother turned back to his phone and spent the rest of the ride ignoring us.
The moment we stepped into the foyer and Grayson went his own way with a brief nod to us, Esme blew out a breath. “Holy fuck, he’s scary!”
“What? No he isn’t! He’s just got a stick shoved so far up his ass it makes it hard for him to talk.”
“Spoken like a typical younger brother.”
My only answer was a grin as I led Esme across the foyer and out through the revolving doors. I’d had her car brought over from the club and it was at the curb waiting for her, the keys already in the ignition.
I handed her the overnight bag, eyeing the car skeptically. It looked far from road worthy. “I don’t like this.”
Dumping the bag in the passenger seat, she had to push the door hard to close it properly before turning back to me. “Sshh. Poor Doris does her best. You don’t want to hurt her feelings.”
“You’re crazy.”
She shrugged, stepping close enough to slip her arms around my waist and tilt her face up for a kiss. I obliged, brushing my lips lightly over hers. “Thanks for all the orgasms.”
“Any time.” Because I didn’t want to let her go just yet, I kissed her again. Kissed her until she was melting against me, tangling her tongue with mine. Christ, was there anything so amazing as kissing Esme White? The only thing that topped it was fucking her. Finally raising my head, I gently brushed her hair back from her forehead, smiling at her dreamy expression. “I mean it, Esme. Any time.”