But before I can make a move, my phone’s chiming in my pocket. I pull it out and see that it’s Damon and he only calls when it’s an important matter regarding one of our clients.
ן“.
“I’m sorry,” I say with a groan. “I have to take this, it’s my partner
at the firm.”
Abby shrugs her shoulders, “It’s ok, it gives me time to take a
shower.”
I open the door to our suite and answer the call, eyes glued to Abby’s perfect, round ass jiggling with each step she takes toward the bathroom. The shower turns on and while Damon
carries on about one of our high–profile clients, my mind is on
one thing only.
Abby’s firm, young body getting soaked with warm water while
she’s washing herself. How it must look as the suds slide over
her breasts and continue down to her bare mound.
Shit, why did he have to call now of all times?
By the time the water turns off, Damon is finally wrapping up the
business talk. I’m caught off guard when he asks me what I’m doing for the weekend. And without thinking, I lie and tell him I’ll just be catching up with some paperwork and taking it easy. I
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don’t mention Abby to him.
A couple of minutes later, we finish our conversation just as
Abby is walking out of the bathroom wearing nothing but the
complimentary cotton towel from the resort. Her supple skin is
still damp from the water and the white fabric is clinging to her
curves.
“Did you want to shower?” she asks me in a low voice, barely
above a whisper. With her eyes cast down, she opens her mouth
as if she wants to ask me something but then she stops herself.
I step toward her and place a tender kiss on her exposed
shoulder. I deeply inhale, taking in the subtle lavender aroma of
the body wash that had yet to fade from her skin.
Now that she’s freshly bathed, I guess it’s only fair that I take a
quick shower right before we begin our dirty play. There are so
many filthy things that I want to do with her; not one piece of
furniture in this room will be left undisturbed.
“I’ll be quick,” I say to her and give her right ass cheek a light
spank which elicits a little yelp from her.
By the time I’m done with my shower, my cock is ready to erupt.
The whole time all I could think about was Abby waiting for me
wearing only that tiny, white fabric wrapped around her sexy
body.
I step out of the bathroom with just a towel tied around my hips,
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beads of water dripping from my hair into my eyes. I was in too much of a rush to give a damn about drying it.
Abby’s sitting in the lounge, glancing up at me with a hint of sadness beneath her bright, wide eyes. A pang of worry gets caught in my chest as I slowly approach her.
“Is something wrong?” I ask her, reaching out for her hand and
pulling her closer to me. I can’t bear the thought of anything
bothering her.
There’s a drawn–out moment of silence before she speaks.
“When you were on the phone with your partner…” she starts and pauses as if she’s trying to gather the courage to finish her
question.
“Damon? What about it?” I’m racking my brain trying to figure
out why she would be upset about my having a conversation
with him.
It’s only when she opens her mouth to proceed that it hits me. “I overheard you lying to him about your weekend plans,” her voice is a shaky whisper. “You didn’t mention me. Why not?”
My stomach tightens as guilt washes over me. I didn’t think she could hear me while she was in the bathroom earlier. I shouldn’t have lied to my business partner, but there was a reason why I
did.
But before I can explain myself, Abby pulls away from me and
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moves to the other end of the couch. She stares at me with
sadness and anxiety washing over her face. “Are you ashamed
to be with me?” she questions, her tone growing louder.
“What…of course not.”
Tears well in her eyes and her bottom lip begins to quiver. It’s killing me to see her upset like this. Even if I’m the cause of it.
“Am I just a young piece of ass to you? Someone that’s just temporary and who you’d never take seriously?” her voice is trembling, and she rapidly blinks away her tears.
“No, I care deeply for you,” I tell her, trying to keep my tone as calm as possible. I’m angry at myself and feel like such an asshole for making her question my intentions.
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