Knocking lightly on the door first, he eased it open and asked, “Is everything alright in here?” Jessica was standing, leaning against the shower wall, with her head hanging down, letting the water cascade over the back of her. She pulled herself up quickly and looked at him over her shoulder.
Roman’s body swelled to attention, seeing her naked back and a bit of breast, but it was her biting her lip that almost made him come in his briefs. “Oh, okay, good, you’re good then,” he stammered as the blood in his body abandoned his brain.
“Don’t leave,” she said.
That was all Roman needed. He ripped off his underwear and was in the shower faster than Jessica could turn around. She widened her eyes in surprise and puzzlement, but there was nothing confusing about what they needed; there was a frantic energy surrounding them.
As Roman picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his body, and he pressed her into the shower wall as he devoured her lips. He broke the kiss as Jessica was grinding up against him, moaning her pleasure into his ear, which made everything fade away for Roman except instinct. He fixed her with his gaze, effortlessly held her with one arm, reached down between them, and aligned himself with her pussy.
Staring into her unbelievable eyes, he thrust himself all the way inside of her. Jessica gasped loudly, but Roman knew this was not from pain. He could feel every piece of her; he could smell her sex, hear her heartbeat. He knew what he felt like inside her. She was open to him, all of him, demanding it, claiming him as he was claiming her. Roman held her, locked together in a bonded frenzy as he continued to push deeper and deeper in mind, body, and soul, until he felt she was ready to explode.
“Ahhh,” Jessica screamed as Roman felt her clamp down around his cock. He roared as he released himself into the warm center that belonged to his mate and remained sheathed in her embrace. They stared at one another, and then he kissed her, conveying a deep sense of intimacy. Roman slowly pulled out of her, setting her feet on the shower floor. Jessica didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to; Roman could sense what she was feeling.
“Let me wash you,” he said as he turned her around and reached for the luffa buff. They didn’t speak as Roman cleaned her, washing her body and then her hair. Jessica seemed to relax into her body as he touched her, as he worshiped her.
When the shower was over, Roman dried her off with a towel and then wrapped a robe around her, wearing one as well.
“There is nothing I’d rather do today than spend it doing that on repeat with you,” he said with a smile. “Please, Jessica, let’s blow off whatever we planned for today and spend it together.” Roman thought he had her, finally. How could she possibly resist after what they just shared?
“I… I don’t know…” Jessica was wavering, and Roman felt victorious.
“Oh, I think the room service is arriving. Hold that thought or rather, change that thought to a solid affirmative,” he winked as he headed out of the bathroom. “Come out whenever you’re ready.”
Jessica wasn’t sure she’d ever been so confused in her entire life. Seriously, what the fuck is going on with me? This is ridiculous; I’m being ridiculous, she thought as she walked over to the mirror.
Standing there, looking at her reflection, she had an out-of-body experience. The robe she was wearing was one from the luxury line they offered in the spa. She’d never actually put one on, although she’d imagined wearing it every time she laid one out for a client. She looked around the opulent room—the bathroom—thinking that her whole kitchen and living room would fit within this space.
What am I doing here? she asked herself. I mean, besides having the best and weirdest sex of my whole life, that is, she clarified. Jessica peeked out into the rest of the room and had flashbacks of all the places she’s ever lived, realizing that Roman’s suite was larger than any home she’d ever had. She didn’t grow up lacking anything really; her grandmother provided everything for her including a warm and safe sanctuary, but they did struggle from time to time as her gran sometimes worked on a barter system.
Jessica sighed, trying to decide if she should just go along with this fantasy experience while it lasted or end it before it broke her into a million pieces. The second she thought this, Roman glanced up at her sharply with a questioning look. It’s like he can read my mind or something. She wasn’t crazy about that thought as the possibility for embarrassment was too much to entertain.
“Would you like something to eat? I didn’t know what you wanted, so there’s a little bit of everything,” Roman said. A little bit of everything? For some reason, this comment pushed Jessica firmly back to her reality of worrying about taking extra shifts to pay her bills.
“Thank you, this is generous.”
“It’s nothing,” Roman said with a smile, not realizing he wasn’t helping Jessica’s inner conflict.
“Right.” Jessica pursed her lips a little, but when she met his eyes, Roman looked like he was hanging on her every word with an almost puppy-dog expression. Jessica had an intense feeling that he just wanted to please her, and she softened. “I mean, where should I start? It all smells delicious.”
Roman visibly lit up and made her a plate with waffle sticks covered in some berry Jessica didn’t recognize, a miniature parfait in crystal glassware, some creamy scrambled eggs, and a couple of pieces of bacon.
“I made some coffee too,” Roman said. “A little cream and some stevia.” He handed her a cup and sat across from her at the table.
“How did you know?” she asked.
“Oh, just a lucky guess.”
“Right…” Jessica repeated. She was having the oddest sensation; it was like her mind and body had entered into some kind of battle. Her brain was screaming at her that something was off, yet her body—and heart—felt like nothing had ever been more right. Calm down. You were up all night, and you’re not twenty-two anymore, she reminded herself.
“Did you give any more thought to mutually blowing off our days?”
“As much as I’d like to,” and Jessica realized she really meant this, “I don’t want to burden the rest of the team, and I… I can’t really… afford to.” She did not look up to see his expression—whatever it was, she didn’t want to confront it.
“I understand,” he said, although Jessica got the impression that he didn’t really understand at all. “Jessica… I… uh… I’m… I mean… we are…” Roman trailed off, and Jessica sensed he was coming to some sort of resolve. “Thank you for a truly wonderful evening and morning. I won’t soon forget it.”
Jessica thought he would ask for her phone number or at least to see her again, but he didn’t. “Yes, thank you, Roman. The pleasure was all mine.” She got up and collected her clothes, which Roman had arranged on the bed for her, and changed in the bathroom.
When she got to the door, Roman appeared right behind her; she was lost in thought and assumed she just didn’t notice him following. She thought he might argue with her over staying again, but he remained oddly silent and back to his frustratingly quiet demeanor.
“Goodbye, Roman.” She instantly felt like her heart dropped into her stomach and that she was making a huge mistake. But her brain was winning this one.
Roman leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Goodbye, Jessica.”
By the time Jessica arrived at the spa, she was a little early for her shift, which worked out well since she had approximately 12 unanswered text messages from her gran, each with increasing urgency.
Gran: Jessica Anne Roberts, young lady, if I don’t hear back from you within the hour, I will be calling the police!
Jessica: Gran, hi, sorry. I’m safe. Everything’s fine. About to head into work.
Gran: Gracious child, you about gave me a heart attack. I was about to come over there. You’re not fooling me; I know something happened. You know I know.
Jessica: I don’t have time right now, but I promise to catch you up later. Love you.
Gran: Oh, you bet you will, young lady. Love you too, sweet pea. Have a great day. Sending hugs.
