The water suddenly felt cold. Public office? More public exposure would kill their already-fragile relationship. What scared him most? The fact she didn’t even seem to care.
Dee let Rodney hold her from behind, cradling her between his thighs. His solid body and the hot water felt better than good. Why couldn’t she simply enjoy it instead of worrying about everything working against them?
But she couldn’t get the showdown with her boss out of her mind. She should’ve asked for the time off sooner, but it probably wouldn’t have made much difference. Unfortunately, a big deadline had come down at the same time.
“You already took time to recover from your injury,” Barry had complained. “You women certainly have a lot of issues.”
We women? It was the most blatantly sexist remark he’d made so far. She chose to let it go for the time being, but she could no longer ignore it. The signs had been there all along. Like the fact that all of Willis and Greene’s partners were male.
“We need you here, Dee,” he’d said next. “If you leave now for two days, you can forget any chance of making partner.”
At that point, she should have kept her mouth shut and simply made her choice.
“You’d probably never give it to me, anyway,” she blurted out, instead. “Maybe I should run for public office.”
After she explained Ted’s suggestion, he’d acted even more dismayed than Rodney just now. “You won’t escape the long hours, and depending on what you’re running for, you probably won’t make the pay you’re used to.”
“I’ll take work with me. I’ll call in.” Then she lied, something she hated doing. “I have an important family matter to deal with, and it won’t wait.”
“Fine, but your job is on shaky ground, young lady,” Barry had warned. “I hope you snap out of this phase you’re in.”
As she rested her head on Rodney’s firm shoulder, the entire story slipped out.
“I need that job to take care of my parents.” She pointed at the shabby bathroom walls. “You see how they live. They won’t be able to handle it anymore when they’re old and sickly. I really wanted to make partner.”
He turned her to face him. “Your parents are probably tougher than you think, but I don’t want to mess up your life. If you want, you can go back home tomorrow. Never see me again.”
“That’s what I should do,” she said, her lower lip trembling.
“Let’s enjoy tonight and figure out the rest later,” he whispered into her hair. “Think we can make love in here without your parents hearing us?”
She gripped his hardness under the water. “There’s only one way to find out.”
He seated her so she straddled his erection. Their joining was quick, quiet, and underwater. His length invaded her, filled her, pushing her anxieties to the back of her mind. Her boss and the snarled traffic faded away. She stroked faster, drunk on pleasure as she rode him up and down. Water churned, some even splashing out of the tub.
“Slow down, baby,” he warned. “Make it last.”
“Right. Okay.” She kissed the base of his neck, letting her lips feather over his collarbones before dipping to his broad chest.
How could she have forgotten a private moment with him was more precious than her bank account? The more she drank from the man, the more she craved. She rubbed her cheek against his short beard, loving how familiar he felt while he caressed the sides of her breasts. Couldn’t they stay here forever?
Until the water turned cold. Until their skin wrinkled like a prune.
“What?” he asked when she laughed out loud.
“I just had a vision of us giving up our careers and living here.”
He raised an eyebrow. “With your parents?”
“Uh, no. They used to have a commune here, so they probably wouldn’t mind. But I meant us, living like this, somewhere…”
Had his scrumptious cock made her insane? How could she give up her career? Rodney would certainly never give up his band. A famous rock star would have to be a fool to do that.
He gripped her chin. “I had a vision too, of seeing our children playing on the living room floor.”
Transfixed, she gazed into his dreamy face, where soft features mixed with raw masculinity.
“Oh, Rodney. Our relationship has to work,” she whimpered. “Please tell me it’ll work.”
“It will,” he vowed. “Have faith.”
The calm water turned into a waterfall as he gripped her hips, driving her onto his rock-hard penis. Something snapped inside her until nothing mattered except him. Merging with him any way she could, the rest of the world be damned.
Their bodies gyrated and, somehow, she got flipped, her face underwater. He thrust deep and hit her G-spot. Once, twice… Her legs trembled and fell limp until her lungs burned, reminding her to breathe. Rodney groaned against her neck as his hot seed filled her.
They emerged at the same time, wet hair sending more water flying across the room. Still joined, they kissed for a good ten minutes, savoring each other to make up for lost time and get them through the next absence.
When she finally returned to reality, she looked around and cringed. “We made a mess in here. What will my parents think?”
Rodney grabbed the towels. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
After they dried each other off, Dee did her best to wipe up the stray water. Finally dressed and ready to spend the rest of the evening with the three people she cared about most, she opened the bathroom door. She bit her lip, prepared for a barrage of questions about all the splashing noise they’d made.
Instead, they found Jeremy standing by the window, a worried expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“The rain still isn’t letting up. I hope we don’t have another flood like the one from 2016.”
Rodney joined him. “We are kind of
