Page 22 of Broken Rules
There’s a slight knot in my throat, and I swallow, turning toward the glass door of the walk-in shower on the left. They are anti-fogging, so the steam doesn’t obscure the customer’s view, though the way my body reacts to his intense stares, I wish the glass would as I step inside. If I can’t see him, that feeling won’t happen again.
It goes to show voyeurism comes in all different forms. My instructions are to shower, as usual, nothing stating to touch myself. I turn the water on, stepping into the stream as it heats to a perfect temperature. Goosebumps rise, and I hum as the hot water soothes my body, enjoying the fancy jet setting for once—the shower heads in the dressing room don’t compare. After a moment of bliss, I grab body wash, squeeze the fruity pink soap onto a loofa, and glide the liquid silk across my skin.
My head falls back as I slowly move down my throat, across my shoulders, suds forming in its path. I drop the puff and close my eyes, continuing with my hands, smoothing the bubbles over my breasts, inching toward my stomach. Once I reach my mound, I peek at him. He’s still completely dressed, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair as he trails the tips of his fingers across his lower lip, legs spread wide.
Maybe I should raise the heat a notch?
Since his session has minimal instructions, I get creative. Opening the shower door, I grab a small towel before stepping onto the tile floor, the chill surrounding me making my nipples pebble more as I saunter toward the middle of the room while scrunching my hair. Lennox shifts in his seat, his chest rising faster as I glance down at my body. Bubbles drip between my breasts, and I gently blow, peeking at him as he watches them move further down, reaching my pussy.
“Am I clean enough?”
“I think you missed a few spots,” Lennox says, acting laid-back, but his low, raspy voice gives away the tension he must be feeling. He’s anything but relaxed while adjusting the bulge in his pants, which makes me smirk.
“Where?” I twist my body to check, then hum. “Oops. I hadn’t noticed.”
He chuckles, his gaze roaming from my pussy to my tits. “You should finish rinsing.”
“As you wish.” Spinning on my heels, I stroll to the shower and unhook the hose from the holder, making sure to hum as I pass the soothing jets over my body, avoiding the area his hungry gaze craves. If he wants me to come, he’ll need to say it.
“More thorough.”
There we go.
“You mean…” I trail the stream down my stomach, stopping above my pussy. “Right here?”
“Lower. Nice and slow, Peaches. Make sure you rinse it all.”
I lick my lips, pressing my palm against the glass to lean against it, focusing on him as he widens his stance to adjust himself. Pleasure is work, never personal, though once the water hits my clit, my head bucks backward, the pulsating sensation makes my heart race, and I drop the shower head to the floor.
Fuck, that most definitely felt real.
“Everything okay?” he asks, concerned as he shifts onto the edge of his seat.
The timer goes off, and I haven’t been happier about it in my life. “Time’s up.”
Lennox glances at the clock to his right, then back at me as I stride out of the shower and to the employee entrance. Grabbing a robe, I rush into the hallway, booking it to the emergency exit and down the stairs to the dressing room door, pulling out the keycard from my pocket. Heading for my station, I try not to think about Lennox, about him making me feel something. There’s no room in my head for pleasure while working because I’d never get anything done.
EIGHT
GET THE GIRL
What happened? Why did she run out like that?
Stepping into the hall, I walk to the banister, searching around the main floor for Evie, then head downstairs when I don’t. People stare at me like I don’t belong, but I pay them no mind, walking to the bar to look for Sadie. She’s by the VIP section, talking to a woman with short dark hair. Since she’s busy, I walk to the exit instead. I’ll try again with Evie another day when I look the part.
My dick’s straining in my jeans, and I palm myself as I settle into the driver’s seat of my car. It didn’t feel right jerking off from afar, even if her beautiful body made my pulse skyrocket. Alone at home is one thing, but having Evie so close while not having her felt wrong. I’d much rather get to know her first and take care of her needs before getting my nut. I close my eyes, leaning back on the headrest as every curve seared in my mind replays with an itch to relieve myself now.
“Fuck.”
I start the car and head out of the parking lot, needing to get away from this place, yet I can’t wait to return to watch some more. Laughing, I shake my head. Such contradictory thoughts, though I understand the concept, how a business like this thrives off dickheads like me, willing to empty their pockets to watch porn in real-time, it’s genius, and I want to take her away from it all.
The drive to the cabin is roughly twenty minutes, and I rush to the guest house, finding the beast waiting for me by the entrance like she always does. She meows, rubbing her body against my leg while I unlock the door, and she darts inside, heading straight for my room. I’ve been leaving clean sock balls just for her because if she catches a whiff of my workload, I’ll probably lose her company.
Getting dinner situated, I eat, spend time with Jinx, then head off to bed with her. There’s nothing much to do other than sleep while Sadie’s here with Kylo. The guy’s infatuated and, for the first time, doesn’t know what to do with himself. Quite amusing catching him out of character, and I’m curious to see how everything pans out by the end. My bet’s on this sock-stealing roommate snuggling on my pillow, becoming a permanent resident. The thought makes me smile, and I run my fingers across her orange fur, setting off her purring, and it helps me drift, hopefully off to see my dream girl.
* * *
It’s bright outside as I open my eyes, and my stomach drops. “What the fuck.” I glance around my room, then at the alarm clock that says 7:00 a.m. “Shit.”
