Venturously Yours,

Wailingly Dancing

She stepped back, creating an enormous distance between them.

Octavius's lips curled. "Don't tell me you're scared."

"Please."

She was inwardly terrified. And not because of him but the fact she might allow him to do whatever he pleases with her.

Okay, clearly Octavius with a win on their score board but that doesn't mean she was letting him get his hands on the trophy.

His fingers threaded through his strands pulling them back as he moved to sit, making his face more clear and apparent. His jaw sharpen with delectable water dripping down, making her want to reach out and lick it.

Octavius watched her settle herself on the opposite bench, having a tight hold on her small towel. Her hair was streaming wet, her body heating enough that the towel was becoming a miserable add on.

He sat back down on the seat across her, his legs stretched out with his ankles crossing in front of him. He may have struck a casual pose but it screamed predatory.

"So tell me something. Why does your sister and mother treat you like shit?"

Eliot has the decency to balance. "Wow, you just bite the bullet, don't you?"

"We can ignore the topic if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm just trying to understand you."

"Really?"

"Why is that so surprising? I think I mentioned before that I find you interesting."

"It's just that no one asked me questions like this before."

"Then what did they ask?"

"Actually it was mostly about them."

It was true. All the men she dated were so obsessed in talking about their accomplishments, their lives. It was fine at one point but with time, it became obnoxious and loud.

Octavius kept quiet, assessing her. He didn't need to understand that her life were filled the type who went for just her body. Then, he asked himself wasn't he doing that?

Not true. He wanted to get to know her and her body. Besides, there was no future to this. She lived all the way in the States. She must know this before tying herself up to this so called fling.

But then, again he didn't make it clear. Usually, Octavius preferred to prove people through his actions and not up front with words.

Eliot tried not to squirmed at how he kept his eyes right at her. They didn't even shift away. He was thinking while watching her in the haze of the steam.

"Why are you staring at me?"

His eyes hooded as he ran a hand over his wet face. "You don't want me to?"

"No! It's embarrassing."

He chuckled at her. "But isn't it odd since you have a career where people have to look at you?"

"That's different."

"How?"

"It's my job. This is my personal life. There is a line to be drawn between."

"I guess that's where we are opposites. I mesh my private and professional into one giant ball."

"Isn't that a bit risky?"

"What's life without any risk? Like right now, you are feeling too hot."

In the moment of truth, she was but she wasn't going to let him know it's his fault. His eyes were everything and they were everywhere. It's like he had X-ray vision. A laser beam so powerful enough to melt her bones into liquid.

"How is that risky?"

"You might catch on fire if you don't take it off or-" He bent his elbows on his knees, stroking his chin. "-you are afraid of getting naked in front of me."

To point out the ludicrous of his words died in her mouth because they were kinda true. She might just catch on flames with the way he was staring at her and she was too scared to get naked. Especially in front of him.

But he didn't need to know. So she did what she was best at. Deny.

Her chin primed up while she spoke. "Not that I have to explain myself to you but I'm comfortable, thank you very much."

He tilts his head studying her. "Then take it off."

She licks her lips, feeling the urge to follow through with what he was saying. "You can't order me around, Octavius. That's not how it works with me."

Oh god, it is how you work with me.

"Do you want me to do it for you?" He was about to get up and she protested, loudly. A bit too loudly. "No, thank you!"

She rubbed a hand over her nape, feeling hot and bothered by him.

"You know I have seen you half naked before. Unless, you are too shy."

She was already heated and the blush emerged well with her skin making it hard to tell. "Why are you being so pushy?"

"Am I really?"

"Yes!"

"Fine. Didn't hear you complain last time but I'll keep quiet then." And just like that he rested his head back against the tiles, closing his eyes. Shutting her completely out.

Great. Now she wanted him to speak and fill the silence. She remembered how much she detested silence and knowing him, he must have picked up on that.

The score was still running in his favor. Smart ass!

"Are you always this stubborn?"

He didn't say anything and she knows what he was doing. Fine, if that's how he wanted to play, so can Eliot. As minutes began to pass, her inability to relax made her ill at ease.

She always had this problem as a child. Unable to rest in the comfort of silence. Maybe it's because she fears it. She has been around silence so much that she akins that to loneliness.

Her knee began to wobble, restlessness contouring her features as he remained calm before her. He looked so peaceful. Those drips falling over his muscles.

When she saw his towel covering the part she really desperately wanted to see, her thighs rubbed against each other. Maybe they should get naked.

"Octavius..."

He hummed his response but his eyes remained closed.

"We should probably take off our towels."

His eyes slowly opened and his brow arched instinctively. The question and lust both burned in his gaze.

"But no touching." The way his shoulders sagged was so adorable. It was like she denied him a cookie. It also made her feel great about herself.

But again, her traitorous thoughts went into the devious territory of him still dating her sister. But before she could open her mouth and ruin the mood, he straightened up and a curve formed on his lips.

What is he thinking?

"As you wish." His voice was sonorous inside the steam room.

With a deft flick of his wrist, his towel landed near the bench and now it was her time to stare. Sweet mother of God.

Colossal veins ran down his bulging shaft, the head protruding. Thick, hard. So hard like steel. Her pussy clenched for it.

Everything about him was masculine wrapped in the charismatic layers of profound sense of creation.

Licking his lips, Octavius snarled. "Your turn. I want to see that wet cunt of yours."