Wanting My Assistant

Chapter 52

   A sigh leaves my lips as the hot water cascades down onto my body, soaking my hair and skin. Goosebumps rise in the wake of the heated water and I finally am warm compared to last night before Dawson slipped into bed with me.

   It was freezing in that room, I don't care if Dawson said otherwise. Once I step out of this shower, I'm pretty sure my hair will turn into ice.

    The sound of rushing water drums through my ears, relaxing my achy muscles from the way we slept last night. With Dawson's large and heavy body weighing me down I felt so at peace with him. My heart beats for that man, and I knew, last night when that one tear touched my neck, that I'd love him until I die.

If he breaks up with me, I will never be able to love someone like I do.

"How're you feeling, ragazza carina?" A low, husky voice whispers in my ear, familiar muscled arms wrapping around my waist. My skin prickles with awareness, my eyes fall closed and my heart pounds a steady beat in my chest. I lean my head back against his toned chest, enjoying the way the water trails down my breasts, the warmth so nice compared to the actual arctic out there.

   I hum softly, pulling in a deep breath and savoring the warmth in the air, before blowing it out gently and responding. "Perfect. I feel so good," with careful steps, I manage to spin my body, pressing my front to his chest, staring up at those blood red eyes that have captivated my heart and soul, trapping me to him for as long as he lets me.

   The water trickles down his neck and over his pecs, racing towards his abs. Before I let my eyes wander any further down his hot as hell body, I snap my eyes back up to his eyes, a laugh leaving me as a crooked grin overtakes his face. It sends my blood pulsing in my veins, my face burning under his gaze.

"Yeah? Good." He murmurs, sliding his arms across the damp skin of my hips, his eyes trained on me. But instead of being embarrassed, I feel powerful. Standing naked in front of Dawson sends a wave of cockiness through me. Which, leads me to teasing him. Sliding my breasts across his wet chest, basking in the hitch of his breath. His eyes, dark and lustful, trained on me. A smile pulls at my lips as I stare up at him, enjoying the need he seems to have for me. It makes me feel wanted. Powerful.

   I can feel his hard cock pressed against my thigh and my skin feels hot beneath the water that now feels a little cold.

"You're so lucky we have to have breakfast before you go out shopping with my family otherwise I'd take you so hard, you'd be screaming my name like Amara did my brothers last night."

I can't help the blush on my cheeks as he reaches behind me towards the tiled wall, his eyes shifting from mine to something on the shelf behind me. "Turn around," he murmurs to me, eyes hooded as he looks down at me. I turn, the water now pelting down my chest, dripping off my breasts and onto my stomach as his hands start massaging my scalp.

A hum leaves me as I lean back into his embrace, enjoying the feeling of him scrubbing my hair. "We should take showers together forever." He whispers in my ear, scratching my scalp. My skin prickles with goosebumps and a delightful shiver cascades through my body.

I nod my head half-consciously in agreement. "As long as you shampoo my hair every time." I whisper back and a chuckle rumbles through his chest, vibrating through my own body.

"Of course, ragazza carina."

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"Oh, I'm so glad you slept well!" Mrs. Grey exclaims, clasping me in the warmest hug I've ever received. She smells of lavender and it's the most motherly thing I've ever experienced. It makes my eyes prick with emotion before she loosens her grip and steps back, allowing Dawson to sweep me up in his arms, holding me to his chest with his chin rested on my hair. I smile at Mrs. Grey and everyone around is chatting, laughing, smiling as they eat their breakfast. Kingston and Amara are standing over in the right corner of the kitchen, one of his arms wrapped around Amara, the other clasping Taelynn to his chest. Amara sips on some, what looks like, hot chocolate, chattering with Moren and Summer.