“Oh my God,” Samantha finally says. “I knew it.” She’s so proud of the accusations she must have been building up in her head about us.
“Uhh,” Daniel says, turning away and scratching at the back of his head.
“It’s a good thing we already put Dylan to bed.” Samantha is in hysterics, and I guess I should be more thankful for that than if she were pissed. Dylan very easily could have seen this, and that would have been hard to explain. Hard is putting this situation mildly, of course. “Daniel, I really think I should go into matchmaking. Look at these two.” Samantha is out of her mind and way too excited about this. Plus, we’re naked, and oh my God, how are we still standing here like this. Are we really going to have a conversation right now? And why hasn’t Liam run back into his room with me and closed the door? I’m sort of at his mercy here. Oh yes, Samantha’s blocking my bedroom door, where the shower is. Why doesn’t Liam have a bathroom in his room? How did that work out? The Universe wanted this, that’s why. Nothing can be normal and uncomplicated in my life, especially when it comes to sex.
“Could you excuse us?” I finally pipe up, wanting to bury my face in Liam’s shoulder.
“Okay, okay, sorry, but how long has this been going on? I just need to know.” She’s literally rubbing her hands together right now, eating every bit of this up.
“Today,” Liam mutters.
“You listened to me, didn’t you?” she says, clapping her hands with a smile as she presses a finger into his shoulder. “You can tell me I was right tomorrow. I’ll let you get back to, well, whatever you were in the middle of.” She sighs loudly and proudly but doesn’t move. “You know, Daniel and I used to like to switch rooms midway too. There’s something exciting about a change of scenery while you’re in the moment. Right, honey?”
I think she finally notices that Daniel is gone when he doesn’t respond, so she turns and makes a beeline to their bedroom. “He’s lost his spunk a bit. I’m betting this scene is making him uncomfortable.” This scene is making me uncomfortable, so I’m with him on that.
“Sam,” Liam says.
“Okay, I’m sorry. Eek! I’m so excited.” She moves away from the front of my bedroom and sweeps her arm out as if she were inviting us into the bedroom. I don’t want her to see the cum sliding down my back right now.
“Sam,” Liam says again.
She giggles and finally closes herself into her bedroom.
Before she can come back, Liam tears open the door to my bedroom and closes us inside. “God. She was shitfaced. There’s a slight chance she may not remember any of this in the morning,” Liam says.
“And Daniel? I don’t think he was too drunk, definitely not that drunk,” I tell him.
“Yeah, there’s that, but they’re super open, and I doubt it will be a big deal. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Liam is totally trying to pacify this situation, and I’m sure he has no clue that being caught by an employer in the employer’s house, with another member of the staff, is by far the most mortifying thing that has ever happened to me.
“Your semen is dripping into my butt crack,” I remind him.
Liam is now in hysterics and has to put me down to regain his composure. “You have a way with words,” he says when he finally catches his breath.
I take the opportunity to run into the bathroom and head right for the shower, cranking the hot water on as high as it will go. Why couldn't I have been the drunk one? I have no clue how I’m going to look at them tomorrow.
I hear the door of the bathroom open and close. “I thought I told you to turn the vent on,” Liam says. Of course, that would be the only thing he’d be thinking about at this moment—the vent. He hits the switch, and I hear it rumble above my head.
When Liam opens the shower door to join me, I suddenly feel way more naked than I am, even though that isn’t possible. The light is beaming down on us, and I feel eyes boring into every part of my body as if I were a piece of art. “So, shower sex looks like it’s going to be a therapy session instead,” he says, seeming disappointed.
“Really? I’ve been working here less than a week, Liam. You’ve been here for fifteen years or whatever. That was mortifying.”
“Fifteen years? Wow. Yeah, I haven’t been living here since I was ten.”
I drop down onto the stupid little bench thing and lean my head back against the wall, totally exposed, but trying to forget about my nudity and replace it with concern for what Samantha and Daniel think of me. “They’re going to think I’m easy, or sleazy. I don’t know which is worse.”
“Nothing wrong with either, really.”
My head falls to the side as I give him a sour look. “I’m not either.”
“You sure are horny,” he replies way too quickly.
“No, I’m not. I’m completely normal.” I’m not sure what I even mean by that. It sounds like I go around asking other twenty-two-year-old girls how many times a week they either get fucked or masturbate. That’s the only way I could classify myself as normal.
“Eh, that’s debatable.” Liam, turns his back to me, showcasing his perfect, hairless—just how I like it—ass, as he pours the shampoo into his hand and lathers up his short, caramel hair.
“Do you have any pride?” I ask him.
He glances over his shoulder at me and tries to look at his ass. “Tons. Look at that thing!”
“It’s hard to see much else in here,” I reply.
He agrees complacently and continues soaping up his hair. His cocky, unfazed attitude toward what just happened, pisses me off a bit—maybe more than a little bit—enough to want to match him in this unsaid pursuit.
I take the side-wall shower hose I enjoyed earlier and quietly turn the dial up to the highest massage setting. Acting quickly, I spray it right up his perfect ass.
“Holy fucking mother of hell. Shit, what the fuck?” he screams.
Laughter is pouring out of me, uncontrolled, and unstoppable. That was the funniest thing I’ve seen in the longest time. He’s still staring at me with wide questioning eyes, but I can’t stop laughing. I feel like I may have just won, so simply, yet so perfectly. “Sorry, it slipped,” I manage to burst out.
“The shower hose slipped off the wall, and the massage dial slipped all the way to the right?” Oh, he’s got a sexy, raging look in his eyes, and I’m loving it. I know I’m pushing his buttons, and I have no intention of stopping.
“Yeah, it can happen. Obviously, because it just did.” I’m smiling. There’s a lot to smile about now.
“You just shot hot water up my ass with a high-speed massage setting. Do you have any clue what that feels like? How would you like an enema right now?”
“Well, I don’t know what it’s like to have hot water sprayed up my pride if that’s what you’re asking.”
Liam snatches the hose out of my hand quicker than I’m able to react. “You seem to think you’re going to get away without finding out?” he says, grinning sinisterly. I know Liam is all about games, and I can tell by the challenging gleam within his sea-green eyes that he likes to win.
He turns the dial on the hose back up to the setting I shot him with, and he grabs my arm, pulling me from the bench. I have my free hand in front of my butt, preventing him from the payback he thinks I deserve, but as if he were skilled at disarming a person, he manages to trap both of my wrists within the grip of his right hand.
“Are you scared?” he asks me.
I’m clenching so hard I must have cottage cheese dents all over my poor butt that I try so hard to keep in shape.
“Relax, baby, I promise you, it’s just payback,” he says, whispering into my ear.
A fit of laughter pours from my throat, and it causes me to loosen my clench, which can’t happen right now.
He laughs with only his breath as I feel the water shoot up my poor little-puckered hole. His hand releases my wrists as he grabs my breasts, squeezing them together.
After fighting and bearing the pressure, I r
elax. In fact, I more than relax, I’m thrusting against the water, feeling nothing but pulsating joy. “That’s what you get for screwing with me,” he says.
I don’t have it in me to reply because I’m bent forward with the palms of my hands holding me up on the tiled bench as he continues spraying powered water into me.
I feel like I’m coming close and I’m embarrassed to admit it, but the words come on their own accord, “I’m so close,” I cry out.
As if I should have known that would have been his cue to stop, giving me the female version of blue-balls, whatever the hell that may be called, he slides his soapy hands down the front of my body, dipping two fingers into me while kissing my shoulder. “Was payback a bitch?” he mutters.
“No,” I reply, feeling as though I still kind of won a little.
Liam turns me around and lifts me up, sliding me onto him. We’re nose to nose, looking directly into each other's eyes, but I can see the corner of his lips perk into an adorable smirk before he kisses me. His arms buckle around my back, still holding me in place as he pumps in and out. For the first time in possibly forever, I feel a bliss between my legs and in my chest at the same time. God, I think I’ve fallen for this guy I’ve been diligently trying to hate.
Our lips part and he sweeps his mouth up toward my ear. “You’re beautiful as hell, and there isn’t a word hotter than hot to describe what just happened.” He’s still thrusting into me as he’s speaking so movingly, and it’s such a turn on.
“You’re hot too,” I manage to reply with. Sooo tactful. I’m just . . . I’m amazing. All day, every day. No one can beat my wit. Ugh.
He lowers his arms and pulls in toward my lower back, giving him access to my breasts that he familiarizes himself with, tenderly licking each nipple as if they were tiny lollipops he was desperately trying to get to the center of. The sensation of his girth and flicking tongue brings me to the brink of sobbing out his name and begging him never to stop, but with the on-again, off-again orgasm, my body is confused and convulsing continuously, just begging him to keep doing what he’s doing.
“Holy fuck,” he says, releasing into me. “Shit, you are—wow.”
Feeling like I could still run another mile in this marathon, my muscles are aching, and his arms are beginning to give out. I reach outside of the shower and grab two towels from the rack as he cranks the water off.
“So now that we got the question of whether we’re capable of good sex together or not, we should probably talk or something,” he says, stepping out of the shower behind me.
“Talk?” I question.
“Okay, never mind, we’ll just cuddle. Chicks like that shit anyway, right?”
“Cuddle?” I laugh. No one has ever wanted to cuddle with me because I pick the good-looking guys who want to sneak out of my room at three in the morning.
“Yeah, I want to fucking cuddle. You have a problem with that?” he growls.
Zero problems with cuddling Liam, despite breaking my one rule.
I dry off before pulling my comforter down and climb into my bed, immediately feeling the exhaustion from the day set in. Liam slides in behind me, pulling the covers up to his neck and wraps his arm around my waist. “You smell like flowers,” he tells me.
“You smell like my shampoo,” I reply.
“Good. I like it.” He kisses the back of my neck softly and tugs me to roll onto my back, mounting me again. “Don’t get too excited,” he says.
I don’t say a word, waiting to see what he means by that, but I’m quick to find out as he lowers his face and presses his lips against mine. His body heavily falls to my side as his fingers sweep over my cheeks and wrap around the backs of my ears. Thinking this kiss couldn’t possibly get any better, his tongue slips into my mouth, accompanying a soft moan from the back of his throat. I loop my arms around his smooth, rigid back and melt into the bed, feeling an abundance of emotions and feelings I didn’t intend to feel this summer—especially with Liam.
When our breaths fall weak, he replaces his arm around my waist and nestles into the pillow. “Mind if I sleep over?” he whispers into my ear.
“I can’t think of a better way to sleep.”
“Good morning, sunshine,” Liam whispers into my ear, waking up the most sensitive of my senses before the sunlight violates my eyelids. “We have to get up for our swim lesson.”
“You mean your next chance to cop a feel?” I groan.
“Exactly,” he says while brushing a strand of hair off my face.
I won’t complain about waking up like this because I can think of far worse ways to be woken up, but the thought of going swimming right now is not appealing. Regardless, I do need to learn how to swim, so I have to suck it up. Peeling my eyes open, I twist my head to the side, seeing Liam’s morning glow smiling at me. His hair is all over the place and looks sexy as hell. Ironically, I know what I look like if I don’t brush my hair and dry it after a shower, so he’s in for a rude awakening when I sit up. Not to mention, I most likely have smudges of black makeup encircling my eyes, and a lipstick ring around my mouth. I must look like a freaking raccoon clown. Is that a thing? Is that why he’s smiling at me? Trying to hold in his laughter.
“How did you sleep?” I ask, rubbing at my face to erase whatever is making me look worse than I would without makeup.
He sits up a little straighter and bunches the blankets over his lap. “Actually, I was sleeping really well until the bed started vibrating.”
I close my eyes, trying to piece my thoughts together. I have no clue what he’s talking about. “Huh? Vibrating.”
“Well, that’s what I said in the middle of the night, so I tried to ask you what it was.”
Oh no. “I’m a heavy sleeper. Was I snoring?”
He laughs. “You wish.”
I’m stumped, and not in a favorable way. “What happened?” Truth be told, I don’t want to know what happened, or what I said for that matter.
“I said, ‘Hey Julia, what’s vibrating?’ I nudged you a bit, trying to wake you up because I was starting to think I was going nuts.”
“And?” He’s dragging this story out, and it’s going nowhere good. I know he’s trying to make me feel uncomfortable, and it’s working.
“You groaned and turned over, clutching your pillow tightly within your arms, but—”
“Liam,” I groan. “Just get it out.”
“That’s what she said . . . sorry, sorry, I lost my train of thought.” I sit up and grab my hair elastic from my nightstand, finding . . . no, no, no. “You said, and I quote, ‘It’s just my Shermanator. The switch must have been hit’.” No. Just, no. I can literally feel boiling blood rushing through my cheeks. “So, I was like . . . weird, what the hell is a Shermanator?”
I clap my hands over my face and fall back down into my pillow. “I don’t need to know the rest,” I mutter through my muffling hands.
“Obviously, I asked you what a Shermanator was. I tend to be more curious in the middle of the night than at any other time of the day, you know?” He slides out of bed, butt naked, showing off his pride once again. His pride glows like no one else's pride has glowed in front of me before. “You were so cute when you responded with, ‘Oh, he’s my vibrator.’ Then I was like . . . whoa, how creative is she to name her vibrator after a character from American Pie who quoted himself as, ‘A sophisticated sex robot sent back in time to change the future for one lucky lady.’ So, tell me, Julia, do you like to fuck apple pies too?”
I take my pillow and shove it at him with all my strength, but of course, he catches it midair and gently places it down on the bed. “If you tell anyone, I swear . . .”
He grins, the evil Grinch type of grin. “You’ll what?”
“Use the Shermanator on you while you’re sleeping,” I threaten.
Liam stands straight up, covering his hand over his ass as if my words violated him. “Easy there, I don’t swing that way, sunshine.”
“Well then, I’d think tw
ice before telling anyone my secret,” I gently threaten.
“You’re kind of devious, you know that?”
For some reason, I find this flattering. “Thank you.”
There’s a knock on the door just as I sit back up to tie my hair into a ponytail. I look at Liam, confused as to why someone would be knocking on my door so early in the morning. “You should probably get it,” he whispers to me as he closes himself into the bathroom.
I wrap the sheet around my body and bring it to the door, opening it just a crack. It’s Samantha, looking not so hot. “Hey,” I rasp. Memories of last night flood back, and I remember how mortified I should be right now. “Is everything okay?”
“I drank too much last night,” she groans. That’s a good thing for me.
“Ew, I’m sorry. That’s never fun in the morning.”
“No, definitely not. I have to get to work super early today. I meant to tell you yesterday, but I think you were gone before I got home.” She closes her eyes and presses her fingers into temple. “Um, we’re having a big dinner party tonight, and I was wondering if you could stick around and hang out with Dylan and maybe help Liam out after Dylan goes to bed. I’ll obviously pay you overtime.”
“Of course,” I tell her. “Anything you need, I’m there.”
Samantha leans in a little closer, bringing her face awkwardly close to mine. “You smell like Liam.” Her eyes widen at the same moment. “Oh, my God, I totally forgot about last night.” She’s laughing and squeezing her head at the same time. “That was awesome.”
“Yeah, not awesome being caught like that by your boss—” I tell her.
“Oh, stop it,” she shoos me off. “Seriously though, I have to know . . . how was it?”
The wild heat flushes my face once again as I sweep a few loose strands of hair behind my ear. “Holy crap. You’re my boss! We barely know each other!” I tell her.
“It’s always the quiet ones that are the animals in bed. I knew it,” she says.
I nod my head, finally giving in to her interrogation and silently agreeing with her comment.
“Good for you,” she says with a wink. “Oh, when Liam comes out of your bathroom, can you tell him I left a grocery list for him on the kitchen table?”
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