Page 44 of Sweet Surrender
“As much as I love talking, we’ve got one night before the real bosses of the house return. Then you’re off jet-setting Monday, so…how about we save the rest of the talking for another time?”
Rowyn batted her eyelashes seductively, and Eliza chuckled.
“You don’t need to turn on the charm to get me to agree to a night like last night. I…wasn’t expecting to enjoy being told what to do as much as I did. But after another day of barking orders and calling all the shots, I am more than ready to stop thinking.”
The intensity of Rowyn’s response to that was obvious to them both. There had been no denying Eliza’s enjoyment the night before, but Rowyn hadn’t been certain if she would want to switch things up or not. Rowyn was happy either way, but the exhilaration of being able to give Eliza something she didn’t get anywhere else was undeniable.
“You look like the cat that got the cream,” Eliza said as she reached a hand beneath Rowyn’s shirt and traced it up and down her back.
“I would make a pussy joke, but there’s a good chance mine will never forgive me if I deprive it any longer.”
Eliza’s eyes darkened with lust as Rowyn spread her legs. She remained on Eliza’s lap as she pulled Eliza’s hand between her legs and pressed it against the soft cotton of her lounge pants. The heat radiated between them, and Rowyn gasped as Eliza gripped her with only the thin layer of fabric between them.
“Can I put you and your gorgeous pussy out of your misery, then, please?” Eliza asked.
She moved her hand to hover on the waistband of Rowyn’spants. The softly whispered “please” had Rowyn biting her lips to regain the last shred of her composure.
“Yes. You’re going to make me come now, and then we’re going to take full advantage of that walk-in shower I spotted last night in your en suite.”
Eliza barely waited for the answer before her hand slipped down Rowyn’s pants. Rowyn’s hips bucked against her as Eliza buried one finger, then another swiftly inside Rowyn. The rough, hard movements of Eliza’s fingers were such a contrast to the soft kisses she placed against Rowyn’s neck, jawline, anywhere her lips would reach.
“That’s it, darling. Scream for me. Don’t hold back, I want to hear your pleasure ringing in my ears all night long.”
One contrast after another. Eliza’s dirty talk was said in a beautiful whisper that brought Rowyn to her peak right as Eliza’s palm worked her clit exactly like she needed. Rowyn did as Eliza had asked and let it all go, vocalizing the ecstasy as it rippled through her body in hard waves of undiluted joy. It was going to be a long night, and Rowyn could not wait to enjoy every single minute of it.
“Shower, now. I want to watch the water pour over your face while you’re on your knees in front of me before I press you against the shower wall and clean every inch of you thoroughly,” Rowyn said as she stood.
Eliza jumped up in a way that could never be considered graceful, but she managed to make it look so anyway.
“As you wish,” Eliza replied, and the sentence was quickly becoming Rowyn’s absolute favourite.
Chapter Fifteen
Does your wrist still hurt?
Eliza stifled her smile as she read the text from Rowyn.
Not as bad, but still there. A persistent distraction while I’m trying to woo these clients.
She shot off the reply as she unlocked the door to her hotel room after another long day. The room had been cleaned and looked unoccupied, despite it being her fourth night staying in it. She hung her laptop bag up on the same hook as she had every day and set about her practiced evening routine.
The beep of a message pulled her attention away from where she was carefully laying out pyjamas for after her shower. The first night she had resisted allowing the phone to interrupt her routine, the second night she had given in once or twice, but by night number three she had completely dispensed with the notion of restraint. She would allow herself the small indulgence of immediate gratification and build it into her routine, problem solved. She picked up the phone and chuckled at the words on her screen.
I’ve been called worse things than a persistent distraction before, so I’ll take it. Plus, I don’t think you need much assistance in the wooing department.
She stripped her clothes off and carefully folded them into her laundry bag before turning on the shower. She had perfected the sequence of events, knowing that by the time she replied, the water would be a perfect temperature.
Despite what you may think, these people aren’t as affectedby my charms. Maybe because they don’t want to sleep with me.
Eliza slipped beneath the jet stream and let the water wash away the day. It had been meeting after meeting where she had to play the game. It was a game she was good at, a mask she was so used to wearing, and yet it had somehow become harder rather than easier. Rowyn had been running through her mind all day, along with the memories of being so vulnerable and raw and…real. Eliza could hardly remember the last time she had ever felt truly real, rather than a mask of what everyone else wanted or needed her to be. It had become such second nature that she hadn’t quite realized how much energy she expended doing it until she had stopped.
Once she was clean and her muscles began to relax beneath the heat of the water, she switched it off and grabbed her towel. She dried her hands and picked up her phone again, already sure a reply would be waiting for her. The air could do some of the hard work of drying her body before she towelled off properly.
Oh, I guarantee at least some of them do. The kids are just gone off to sleep, call me when you’re lying down. I’ll grab a quick shower first.
Eliza loved the fact that Rowyn had her routines down already. Not only that, she respected them. She never expected a quicker response or for Eliza to drop what she was doing to call her. She somehow innately understood why these things were important to Eliza in a way nobody else had before. Henry was great, and he was the epitome of a good guy, but herquirks, as he liked to call them, had never been something that he respected or understood. If her routine got in the way of something he wanted her to do, he had never understood why she couldn’t leave it off for one night.
He used to say that children wouldn’t go by her routines, and she needed to get used to them being messed up. Sure, thenewborn stage was particularly difficult, and expectations had to be adjusted. She wasn’t completely inflexible. But she had found that children respected her routines far more than any adult had, until now. Her kids thrived in routine, much like she did, and even though they tested her daily on many things, they enjoyed the predictability of their planned time.
