Wet Dreams

by Emily Bishop

  “This isn’t fair,” I told him as he stepped forward, cupping my breasts and brushing my nipples with his thumbs, and he brought his lips back to my neck.

  “What’s not fair, baby?”

  “You’re still fully dressed,” I pouted. “I shouldn’t be the only one who’s naked in this situation.”

  I felt him smiling in the crook of my neck. “Get me naked then, Demi. Whatever you want. It’s yours for the taking.”

  The butterflies in my stomach went wild at his words, and my heart started galloping in my chest, slamming itself against my ribs as though it was trying to fly out of me and into him.

  Calm down, I ordered myself, bringing my trembling fingers to the first button of his shirt. He didn’t mean it like that.

  He kissed my temple, then reached behind me to test the water temperature just as I reached the last button, letting his shirt fall to the floor. Lowering my eyes, I paused to run my eyes over the lickable blocks of his abdomen, then started undoing his belt buckle.

  Barrett reached for his pocket just before his slacks fell to the floor, pulling out a condom and placing it on the soap dish in the shower behind me. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them right off, smirking as my mouth went dry when I let my eyes feast on him.

  It was the third time we were naked together, yet it’d never been like this. The effect that his glorious, naked body had on me wasn’t diminishing. If anything, it was only becoming stronger.

  “In you go.” Barrett smacked my ass again and nodded to the shower. He joined me shortly after, caging my body with my back against the cool tile as he kissed me senseless under the warm water cascading over our shoulders.

  When the scorching kiss finally broke, Barrett reached for a tube of shower gel behind me and squeezed some into his hands. His lids were half open, and his eyes were dark with passion. Bringing his hands to my shoulders, he brushed the lemony smelling soap along my arms and down my body.

  I gasped when he cupped my breasts, massaging them gently before his hands traveled lower and stroked between my legs. His hungry lips closed over mine again, kissing me deeply. The fingers of one hand slid through my slick folds while his other hand stroked my sides, leaving goosebumps in its wake before it settled on my breast.

  He kneaded my soft flesh, and his thumb circled over my hardened nipple. Liquid fire rushed through my veins at the sensations he awoke within me. Barrett knew just how to touch me to ignite my entire body in delicious flames.

  Feeling faint with desire and struggling to concentrate, I pushed gently on his chest. We were both breathing hard as he lifted his head and looked at me with questions in his eyes.

  “My turn,” I said, grinning up at him.

  “What do you mean, ‘your turn’?” he murmured against my lips, stealing another kiss before I could answer.

  “I’m pretty sure I’m thoroughly clean by now, so let me return the favor.”

  Instead of answering, he tried hiding his look of mild surprise by reaching for the shower gel behind me again. Then he handed it to me without a word.

  The silky gel coated my fingers, foaming fast as I rubbed my hands together. I followed his example, starting at his shoulders and working my way down. My fingers had been itching to touch him like this since the first time I’d seen him. A not-insignificant part of me wanted to cheer that I was finally getting to do it.

  His skin was like smooth silk tightly wrapped over the concrete edges of his muscular body. My hands traveled from his shoulders to his chest, over his ribcage, back up to his shoulders, and then down his arms.

  Barrett’s eyes closed, and his breathing sped up as I continued my exploration. His hands fell to my hips, clinging to me while I caressed his amazing body. I took my time, learning which spots I could touch that made him shiver and watching for the ones that made him suck in quick breaths.

  My hands descended in slow, smooth circles. I purposefully avoided his hot erection, and I let my wrist only brush it lightly as I reached for his thighs. The hairs there were coarse under my palms, overwhelmingly masculine. When I finally wrapped my hands around his rock-hard length, a deep growl rumbled from his chest. His eyes were screwed shut now, and his breathing was labored as his muscles locked and his pulse hammered in his throat.

  Barrett let me circle the base of his cock with one hand and give it a few pumps with the other before he opened his eyes. His gaze was hot and frustrated on me as he grabbed my wrists.

  “Enough,” he commanded.

  His lips crashed onto mine, and his kisses were molten hot and urgent. His muscles bunched under my hands as he reached for something. The condom.

  We came up for air so he could sheath himself. The sound of foil being ripped open filled the steamy room that was his shower. Turning me around gently once he was done, he lifted my hands until my palms met with the now warm tiles. Barrett reached around me, stroking my breasts as he nudged my legs open with his.

  “You’ve been teasing me all damn night,” he groaned into my ear, his cock pressing at my entrance. “You take me closer to the edge than anyone ever has, you’re not afraid to take control, and you don’t just want me to fuck you. You drive me fucking crazy, so this is going to be hard and fast, okay?”

  I nodded.

  “Words, Demi.” He licked the shell of my ear, making me moan and push against him. “Not until you tell me you’re good with it.”

  “Hard and fast,” I repeated dutifully after him.

  With his lips pressed to my neck, he leaned me forward on the tiles and thrust into me powerfully. Waiting only a second for me to adjust to the delicious stretching sensation caused by him filling every inch of me, he started moving.

  Barrett’s glorious cock stroked me at just the right rhythm, plunging deep inside me before pulling out and slamming into me again. He fucked me hard and fast, just like he’d promised. My entire body shook every time his cock pounded into me, and my ragged breaths were punctuated with short moans of pleasure.

  My hands steadied myself against the shower wall, and I pushed my ass farther out to give him better access. His hips continued to rock into me, and his body leaned over mine. Barrett reached around my body to caress my breasts as he fucked me. Every single nerve ending inside me lit up like Christmas lights.

  Soon, our moans mingled in the hot air, interspersed with the sound of wet skin on wet skin. He let go of my breasts and gripped my hips. His thick fingers sunk into my flesh as he held on tightly to get better leverage. His cock hammered into me, harder and faster. Every stroke plunged into the deepest parts of me, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from me that he could.

  One of his hands left my hip and tangled into my hair at the nape of my neck. He gripped me by the roots, pulling my head back while he pounded into me. Barrett was in total control of my body, and I loved the way it felt for him to dominate me. It was manly and sexy, like no other man before him.

  It didn’t take long before the slide of him inside me, his breathing rapid in my ear, and the feel of his hard body bracing against me had me screaming Barrett’s name as I came undone around him. My muscles clenched, and bright white light exploded behind my eyelids as pleasure flooded from my core, leaving me gasping when I felt him tense behind me.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His groans tumbled into a single word before he dug his fingers like a vice into my hipbones and released deep inside me with my name on his lips.

  He collapsed over me, his arms wrapping around my body as we both shuddered with pleasure.

  “Good god, woman,” he breathed into my ear while our hearts slowed and the water washed away the evidence of our passionate lovemaking. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

  I panted, trying to catch my breath. “You survived tonight, didn’t you?”

  Barrett smiled against my neck. “Oh, I’m not nearly done with you, baby.”

  “You have the stamina of a racehorse,” I told him, turning in the circle of his arms to
plant a kiss on his dirty mouth.

  “A prized stallion.” He smirked. “You’re not complaining, are you?”

  “Never,” I promised him, following him naked and wet to his bedroom, without so much as one self-conscious thought about it.

  We tumbled into bed together, our bodies tangled up in one another like we needed to be physically connected as much as possible. It didn’t take long for him to plunge inside me again for another, slower round of lovemaking.

  Hours later, we lay sated and spent on his bed, a gigantic, dark, wooden four-poster big enough to host a family barbecue. My bones felt like they were made of Jell-O, and my eyes grew heavier by the second.

  “I’d better get an Uber,” I said. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to stay awake.”

  Barrett rolled onto his side, his features illuminated only by the full moon hanging like a Christmas ornament over the ocean beyond his window. “Why don’t you just stay the night?”

  He reached out to brush my cheeks with his fingers. My skin grew hot under his touch. Without even thinking about it, I leaned in to him.

  “Are you sure?” I asked.

  “Absolutely,” he said. “This time, I’m not letting you run out on me.”

  “I’m sorry about that. I was a little afraid last time. It had been a while since I’d been with anyone, and you were my new boss...” I trailed off, struggling to find the words for the rest of my admission that wouldn’t go all the way to the root of why I’d freaked out.

  “I figured,” he said, his fingers lacing with mine. “Promise me you’ll stay this time, though.”

  I paused, took a deep breath, then muttered, “Okay.”

  “Good,” Barrett whispered. When he rolled onto his back, he took me with him, positioning me so that my head rested on his chest, right over his heart. “Sleep tight, baby.”

  My heart did a little happy dance. I breathed in the lemony scent on his skin, left behind by the shower gel, mixed with sex and a musk all of his own. I loved it. As my breathing slowed and sleep threatened to drag me under, I realized that it was because I loved him.

  Somewhere along the line, I had fallen utterly and completely in love with the man. The thought thrilled me as much as it terrified me.

  Chapter 19

  Barrett

  “Hear me out before you knock me out,” Adam said as he burst into my office the following Monday morning.

  I glared at him, already feeling the relaxation from spending the weekend with Demi seeping out of my body. “Whatever it is, the answer is no if that’s how you start.”

  “Okay, fine,” he said, his tone light and joking. “Good morning, Barrett. How was your weekend?”

  “That’s not what I meant, asshole.”

  I dragged a hand through my hair and finally tore my eyes from the latest sales figures on my computer screen. As I was expecting, there was a mischievous but determined gleam in his eyes. I knew it well. It was the one that always accompanied particularly crazy or bad ideas.

  Usually, I loved that look. I was the first to say, “That sounds like a terrible idea. What time and where?” But this time, I had a bad feeling in my gut about it.

  “Spit it out, Adam.”

  “Well, you know how we’ve been talking about shaking things up a little?” Adam asked, clearing his throat. The distance he kept between us, instead of sinking into my visitor’s chair or couch like he always did, was my second clue that I wasn’t going to like whatever plan he was cooking up.

  “We did that when we hired Demi to be the new face of the company,” I told him, my eyes narrowing at him.

  “That’s exactly it,” Adam said, carefully surveying my expression. “We’ve hired her. But she hasn’t done anything significantly out of Stefan’s comfort zone yet. I came up with a plan for Demi and Stefan that will boost our sales through the roof.”

  My fists clenched on my desk as I braced myself for the uncomfortable conversation that was sure to be coming soon. “Yeah? What is it?”

  “A sexy photo shoot with Demi naked on the cover,” Adam said quickly, then grinned proudly. “There wouldn’t be a single copy of the magazine not sold.”

  I answered without hesitation, shooting him down with zero need to think about it. “We’re not doing that.”

  “Come on, Hart,” Adam argued. “It’ll be a great boost for us.”

  “Our sales are doing fine,” I insisted firmly. “We don’t need a boost right now.”

  Demi wasn’t going to be naked on anything but me, even if I wasn’t going to admit that to Adam. I knew exactly how foolish it would sound in an industry that prided itself on pushing the envelope.

  Hell, I’d built the company on that very concept but I wasn’t buying into it. Not with this.

  “Aren’t you one who always says we should take every leg up we can get?” Adam asked, his eyes narrowing as he gave me a suspicious once over.

  “Yes, but it’s not the right time for this one,” I argued. “Demi has just started out. We don’t need something drastic with her yet. Why do it?”

  “Knock knock,” Demi called softly from the doorway. “How is it that your assistant never stops me from interrupting meetings between you two?”

  “Because they’re not meetings,” I told her, waving her inside. “Adam’s just talking shit.”

  Adam spun around on the couch to face her. “I wasn’t talking shit. I was pitching a brilliant idea to boost our sales, and Hart over here doesn’t think you have the lady balls to do it.”

  “That’s not what I said in the slightest.” My fingernails dug into my palms from how tightly my fists were clenched, and my teeth grinded against one another. “Fuck you, Adam.”

  “Okay, so maybe that’s not exactly what he said,” Adam conceded under my withering glare. “But I still think it’s a great idea, and he won’t even consider it.”

  Demi’s expression became curious, her eyes alternating between mine and Adam’s as her hands went to her hips. “Out with it then. What’s going on here?”

  “Well, I’ve been thinking about ways to boost our sales and—”

  “Adam,” I warned him.

  “No, I want to hear what this idea is. I’m assuming it has something to do with me, so I think I should at least get to hear what it’s all about.” Demi’s brilliant eyes met mine as we locked in a silent battle of wills.

  “Fine,” I snapped. “You’re going to hate his idea anyway.”

  “Let me be the judge of that,” she answered calmly, turning her eyes back to Adam. “Let me have it.”

  “A sexy photo shoot with you naked on the cover,” Adam declared as if he were giving her the winning lottery numbers.

  I watched Demi carefully, gauging her reaction as best as I could without sweeping her into my arms and looking deep into her expressive eyes. Her skin paled, and her hands twitched slightly when she was hit with the force of what he was suggesting.

  “See what I mean?” I smirked at Adam. “She hates it.”

  “I don’t hate it,” Demi objected. “I… uh… I’m just surprised, I guess.”

  “It’ll be done artfully,” Adam said, using her shock as the opportunity that he needed to convince her. “It won’t be like porn or anything. We’ll get Stefan to send you all the proofs, and you can have a say in the final product.”

  “No,” I interjected. “She doesn’t need a say in anything because it’s not happening.”

  Adam opened his mouth, presumably to continue trying to convince her but he snapped it shut as soon as he saw my thunderous expression. I wasn’t taking any more of his shit on this, and it was spelled out very clearly in the look I was giving him.

  “Why?” Demi asked in a slightly shaky voice.

  “It’s not a good idea for the face of the agency, especially not the brand-new face of the agency. So, no, we’re not doing it.” My tone brooked no argument, and both Demi and Adam could tell.

  “I’ll just leave you guys to it, t
hen.” Adam sighed, shoving his hands through his blond hair and giving me another look before shutting the office door with a loud click behind him.

  Demi moved toward me like we were opposite poles of a magnet without a choice in the matter. Her small hands rested on my chest as those cobalt eyes burned into me. Not bothering to hold myself back, I leaned down and kissed her possessively. Marking every nook and cranny of her mouth as mine because in that moment, for the first time in my life, I desperately wanted a woman to be.

  She tasted heavenly, like mint and chocolate and mine.

  Damnit, why can’t I get that damned word, that feeling, out of my mind? The kiss broke when a frustrated growl reverberated from my chest. I ripped my body away from hers, shoved my hands into my hair, and walked over to the window, turning my back on her.

  “Hey, what’s going on, Barrett?” Demi’s scent drifted to my nostrils as her thin arms came around my waist. Her breasts pressed into my back as she leaned her cheek between my shoulder blades.

  “Nothing,” I told her, bringing my hands to where hers were hooked together over my stomach, stroking the soft skin there.

  “Isn’t it usually the woman who says nothing when there’s clearly something wrong?” she asked, her tone light but I heard the underlying worry.

  My shoulders relaxed, both from the feel of her against me and the fact that she just seemed to have that effect on me when I was riled up. “I guess. I just, I really don’t think you should even consider doing this shoot.”

  “Why, because you don’t want other people to see me naked?” she teased softly, tightening her arms around my waist.

  “No,” I lied. “I just want to keep the images associated with the face of my agency classy.”

  “So, nudes aren’t classy?” Demi asked, pressing kisses onto my back.

  My skin burned where her lips pressed down, even though there were at least three layers of clothing between my back and her lips.