A Shot at Love

Sex and Candy

A wicked grin spreads across Noah's face as he shifts onto his side, propping himself on the pillow. "With pleasure, baby. But first, let's indulge in a bath."

He takes my hand and guides me into the bathroom, where sprawling marble floors stretch out beneath us. I flush as I catch sight of the glass shower where I lost my virginity. Beside it stands a sleek, modern freestanding bathtub—big enough to fit five.

Noah turns the faucet to hot, watching as the water begins to fill the tub. He reaches for a dark grey, handcrafted concrete soap dispenser labeled "bath soap" and gives it a few pumps, letting the creamy bubbles swirl into the rising water.

He leans against the tub, pulling me close and wrapping his arms around my waist. "I've really grown quite fond of being in this bathroom with you," he murmurs, tracing the line of my cheek with his thumb.

Heat rushes to my face, and I can feel a blush creeping up as I look away, unable to meet his gaze. Noah takes my chin in his hand and tilts my head up to reach his eyes. "Don't be embarrassed of your sexuality, baby. You're a goddess. You have no idea how much power you hold over me."

His words send a deeper blush flooding my cheeks. "It's all so new, yet very instinctual for me," I whisper, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "I just want to please you so much."

"Oh, baby – you do. You're everything I need and more," his lips brush against mine with a gentle urgency. "Let me help you out of those," his graceful fingers glide my black panties down my thighs, releasing them to the floor.

"Thank you," I reply, stepping out of them. My mouth dries and I know I will do anything he desires.

Noah steps into the frothy, bubble-filled tub, his smile flirting. "In you go," he says, extending his hand to lead me gently into the warm embrace of the water. The water rises as Noah sits and pulls me against his chest. He drapes his long legs over mine, holding me close, "What is it with us and bodies of water?"

I giggle, "We certainly know how to make a splash." I turn around and face him, straddling his body under the water. This has quickly become one of my favorite places to be. His hand reaches for my face, bringing my lips to his and he kisses me fervently.

My mouth travels to his chest, and I suck at his salty skin, savoring a delicate layer of sweat. He is intoxicating. I can feel his erection pressing against my center and my body is aching for him to be inside me.

"Okay, baby" he rasps in between hitched breathing. "Let's slow down or I'm never going to make it to the main event." His sensual lips curl in amusement.

I glance at his chiseled mouth—I want it all over my body. "If we must," I tease, turning back around and laying against his chest. He holds me close as I briefly close my eyes, relaxing in the soothing warmth.

His nose nestles in my damp hair as he breathes me in deeply. "You smell so good." A jolt of electricity races up my spine. I cannot believe I am naked in a bath with Noah Westbrook. My boss, now my secret boyfriend, is naked and about to teach me how to give a blow job.

Noah grabs a sleek, dark grey concrete dispenser from the built-in shelf next to the bath, squirting a generous amount into his palm. He rubs his hands together, creating a gentle foamy lather, then wraps them around my neck, working the soap into my skin. His long, strong fingers massage my shoulders with delicious pressure.

I groan. His hands feel so good against my body.

"You like that?" he asks, I can almost feel his smile. Noah stops and reaches for a washcloth and my body is screaming for him, wanting, needing more. My hands rest on his firm muscular thighs, and he quirts more soap, beginning to wash my body. He starts on my neck and back, glides across my chest, and down between my legs. I hold my breath.