Bee to my Barnes

part 27

‘Why don’t you spend the night at mine?’ James strokes the skin down your arms with his fingers releasing the cage of butterflies in your stomach.

‘I didn’t think you..., I mean. What are we? It’s all so new.’ You hadn’t really given much thought in regards to becoming exclusive, after all James is used to the millionaire lifestyle why would he settle. Wrapping his large bicep around you as the other strokes your hair, his hand settling on your cheek as his thumb caresses your skin. ‘I told you, Your my little worker bee.’

Leaning back from his embrace, slightly confused. ‘What does that even mean?’

‘’It means..’ He asks between kisses ‘Beatrix Miller. Will. You. Be. My. Girl.’

Reaching up to wrap your arms around his shoulders, having to stand on your tip toes despite him leaning down to meet you, letting out a playful giggle, ‘I'll think about it.’

Lifting you into his arms you wrap your legs around his waist, his hands firmly grip your thighs holding you in place. Your nose touching his as you lose yourself in his ocean eyes, the lust building between you both.

‘Ok. Ok. Get a room or something guys, no one needs to see this.’ Jade slips off her ballet pump shoe throwing it in your direction.

‘Well it’s about time you made a move Bucky.’ Steve looked on smiling.

Nesting his head into the crook of your neck, taking a nip of your skin his breath hot and heavy James whispers ‘Let’s get out of here.’

Grabbing your bags from the car James carries them up to the penthouse and into to the bedroom. ‘If you want to unpack your things there’s room in the wardrobe. Let me know if you need anything.’

‘Thanks James. If it’s ok, can I grab a shower?’ The panic attack has left you feeling clammy and sweaty. All you want to do is freshen up and wash off the evenings events.

‘of course' kissing your forehead, 'I will bring through a fresh towel.’ Walking across the bedroom to open the door to the ensuite you grab your wash bag. The room itself was as big as your lounge in the apartment. With a sleek black and grey design the countertops glossy under the light of the chandelier. Toward the back of the room a sunken oval bathtub and to the right the large floor to ceiling glass doors led to the showers.

Stripping from your clothes leaving them in a pile where you stood, the showerhead soon fogged the doors with steam. Standing under the warm water it massages your skin, the tension releasing from your body. Letting out a deep breath slowly you smooth your hair away from your face and down your shoulders as the water washed over you.

Over the noise of rushing water, from the other side of the glass door concealed from view, ‘The towel is on the bench for you when your ready doll, can I get you anything else?’

Hearing his deep rich voice sent slivers down your spine elongated by the heat of the shower tickling your skin. Standing exposed but out of his view a surge of sultry need took control, debating your next move before replying James calls out again.
‘Everything ok doll?’

Sliding the glass door open your hands gripping the collar of his shirt as you pull him inside.

‘I hope you brought two.’