Page 77 of Beautiful Deceit
He's playful this morning, so easy and sweet, a little arrogant too. It’s good to see some of his playfulness return, with how stressed he seems lately.
I shrug, "No, I'll just jump in the shower really quick," I scoot off his lap and turn to walk away then add, "and take care of that pesky need myself." His head snaps around, and the grin is gone as his eyes rake down my body.
"I don't think so Sweets. If I have to suffer, so do you." He jumps up and beats me to the bathroom. By the time I mosey in, he's standing naked with his back to me, testing the water temperature with his hand. I lean my shoulder against the door frame and watch as he steps in, closing the glass door behind him.
He turns, seeing me, and tips his head back and lets the water cascade down his hair, while ripples trace the lines of his body. He turns his back to me. I see his back and butt flex with the movement. His head falls forward, and the water runs over his shoulders as he places a hand on the tile wall to steady himself.
With the other he lathers my body soap in his palms. Placing the bar down, he turns to face me and starts rubbing his hand over his chest. I watch him, transfixed as he lowers his hand to his erection and strokes.
"Maybe you did have the right idea," he smiles looking like every woman's dream. I nod my head, hoping he'll finish for me. "You like watching me, Sweets? Cause I gotta tell ya, I like the way you're looking at me."
"Yes. I want to watch.” I rub my thighs together and moan out a breathy, “Please."
He closes his eyes, "So sweet, Sammy." Beau opens his eyes, looking at me appraisingly while his hand continues to work. My eyes rove over his body, from head to toe, but admittedly they linger longest on the way his wrist twists just the slightest bit when he reaches the tip. I lick my lips, watching his thumb trace the tip. He hisses.
His free hand comes up to brace on the glass that separates us. His head dips lower, making his smoldering gaze light with a predatory gleam. His eyes are intent on mine, making it impossible for me to look elsewhere.
A sharp buzz makes me jump, and I turn to see the blinking red light of my intercom.
"Eyes on me baby," Beau barks, and coupled with the threat of getting caught, it makes me breathe heavily. I take one step closer to him, pressing myself close to the glass. "That's right. I can't stop thinking about how your mouth felt on me or how I'm the only man that will ever get that pleasure from you. You know you're mine, right Sweets? You know I won't let you go. You can’t look away from me." His words sound wonderful. I want him to keep me, to stay with me. I turn away, knowing how much I want those word to be true. My back pressing to the glass, he growls out, "You don't believe me yet, but you will."
"I want to," I say in a small voice, and he curses. I hear the shower door open. Beau’s wet arm wraps around my waist, pulling me in. He removes his arm once I am inside, leaving a line of wet fabric. His hand tilts my face up to meet our lips. His mouth is wet on mine as he leans forward kissing me. I feel his other hand at my back as it continues to work himself.
The intercom buzzes once more.
He comes.
I run from the room, trying to ignore the feeling of his come running down. I hit the screen to turn on the cameras. I then tap the button and try to calm my panting breaths.
"I'm so sorry, I was in the shower." It's the first thing that comes to mind. I instantly regret it, as he will notice Beau was with me. "I just need a few moments before I can open the door." I let the intercom button go and hit the other button for a long second to open the outside door.
I fly to my wardrobe and grab jeans and a t-shirt. I peel off my panties and wipe my thighs, then throw them under my bed. The sexiness of what just happened has turned to utter embarrassment as I try to conceal it.
I'm hopping into jeans when Beau walks out of the bathroom. He calmly struts in just a towel wrapped low on his hips. Here, I am racing to dress, and he acts like he has all the time in the world.
"I'm starting to see the wisdom in walls and doors," I huff, adjusting my breast in my bra then throwing on a baggy shirt.
A knock sounds on the door.
"You! Are trouble," I furiously whisper, even though they can’t hear me, then scowl at his lazy grin. "I'm about to open the door," I warn. He shrugs, and I pull the towel from him and smack him with it.
"Coming!" I shout, even though I know they won't hear me. "Get dressed," I hiss and head toward the door, "In the bathroom, Casanova." I add. He chuckles but grabs his bag.
I smooth my hair and unlock the door, "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting. Please forgive me. Come on in." I stand back to let Detective Cortez and his partner, whose name I don't remember, in. They both look around, taking in my home in a purposely casual manner.
"Would either of you like a drink, coffee, water?"
“No thanks.”
“That’ll be great.”
I am conflicted by their joint reply.
“Coffee,” says Detective Cortez while his partner side eyes him. I get out cream and sugar, then brew a cup for him. After I pull his from the drip, I immediately start another cup for Beau.
"I’m sorry, but I don't recall your name," I say to the younger female detective while stirring the coffee.
"Hall, Detective Hall," she replies curtly.
