“Let me wash you.” He drops his hand and I turn around, the water is rinsing me as I soap him up and return the favor of the massage, working on his back first. He circles down to my ass and massages my buttocks, then slips a hand between the cheeks and into my folds. Nate begins massaging my low back and I support myself on my hands on the tile wall. He slaps my ass with a soapy hand and I yelp in surprise and then giggle. I comply and hear him pour more gel in his hands, then he’s rubbing my back, my shoulders and neck, massaging me.

I brace my hands on his hips and watch his handsome face as his eyes watch his hands roam my naked body. He pours my shower gel in his hands, rubs them together to lather them up, and begins cleaning me, my front first, down my breasts and stomach, between my legs, but only briefly, then up my sides to my armpits. Nate comes out of the shower, grabs my hand and pulls me back in with him. I grab a hair tie from his vanity drawer and twist my hair up so it doesn’t get wet. “Put your hair up,” He murmurs against my lips and turns away from me to start the water. By the time we cross the threshold into the master bedroom, we’re naked, having left a trail of clothing behind us. I unbutton his shirt, walking backward, and push it off his shoulders, letting it fall in the hallway. I know that I love how smart you are and I know that I never know what’s going to come out of that fuckable mouth of yours.” He closes and locks the front door and leaves my suitcase at our feet, pulling me through the great room toward the bedroom. “I know that you’re sexy as fuck and I can’t get enough of you. “Do you?” he asks as the elevator doors open and he leads me out, through the hall and into his apartment. “I love it when you talk to me like that.” I take a big, shaky breath and free his hair from the hair-tie, running my fingers through it. “I’m going to tie you up and touch you everywhere. “I am.” He nibbles the side of my lips, sending tingles straight down to my groin, and I moan. He removed his suit jacket and tie at Nat’s place, and his white dress shirt is unbuttoned to the top of his sternum and the sleeves are rolled to his elbows.

“You’re going to tie me?” I whisper, gazing into his bright grey eyes, clutching his upper arms in my hands.

“I’m going to take a shower with you, and then I’m going to tie you to my bed and fuck you.” “Yeah? What are you going to do with me?” I ask against his lips. “I always enjoy them too, but I’m very glad to have you all to myself.” You?” As the elevator doors close he turns me into his arms and cups my face in his hands, pulling my lips up to his.

Fight with me by kristen proby