The Exposure

   As he rinsed the shampoo out, she picked up the conversation again. “Anyway, like I was saying, I was washing your back and it hit me: why haven’t I thought about it working the other way?”

   “The other way?” He was behind her, so she couldn’t see him, but she could hear the question in his voice.

   “Right. The other way. If being the submissive in a scene or two can make you a better Dom, doesn’t it make sense that being the Top in a scene or two could make you a better sub?”

   “Hmm. Interesting.” He didn’t say anything else for a while, and she appreciated that. It meant he was thinking it over, not just agreeing with her. “I think it might be more . . . I’m not sure of the word. Easy isn’t right. Practical is better, but not quite it either. Might be simpler for a Dom to be a submissive for a few scenes than the other way around. And simpler isn’t the right word either, but you know what I mean?”

   She frowned. “I think so.” Then she had a flashback of Melissa and Master C, and she knew exactly what he was talking about.

   “It may be harder for you to imagine since you’re a switch. But I’m trying to think of Abby being a Top.” He turned her around so they were face-to-face. “I can’t see it.”

   “Me either, but let’s not talk about my employee when I’m naked and in the shower.”

   He grinned. “Are you jealous?”

   “Oh, hell no.” And she wasn’t. She didn’t think. “I’d just prefer not to bring other women into the shower with me.”

   He backed her against the tile again, but his time, he lifted her left leg and hooked it around his waist. “There is no one else in this shower or in my thoughts at the moment. Just you and me and what I’m getting ready to do to you.” His fingers lazily stroked her wetness. “Do you believe me?”

   “Yes, Sir.” She bit the side of her cheek as he pushed two fingers into her.

   “Oh, fuck.” He sounded upset.

   “What? What’s wrong?” She looked around, trying to find the source of his displeasure, but came up empty. After all, what could go wrong in the shower?

   He sighed. “No condom.”

   She almost told him it was fine. That she was clean and on the pill and that she trusted him. But she didn’t. She knew part of it was him protecting her, and she respected that.

   “Damn it,” she said. “They’re right in the bedroom. In the nightstand.”

   He grabbed her leg and kept it wrapped around him. “You’re not leaving this shower.”

   “But the condom . . .”

   “Can wait.” The look in his eyes kept her from arguing further. “I’m going to get you off with my fingers, and then you’re going to kneel here in the shower so I can come in your mouth. We’ll dry off, and then maybe we’ll see about finding those condoms.”

   He didn’t wait for her approval, but slipped two fingers inside her, pressing against her G-spot. Which effectively put a stop to her ability to say anything. She was thankful he had her back to the tile, because she knew her legs weren’t enough to support her.

   “Yes, oh, oh,” she panted as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

   “That’s right. Come on my fingers.” With every inward push, he stroked that sensitive spot deep inside, and she couldn’t have held back her orgasm if her life had depended on it. As she came, he leaned his head down to whisper in her ear, “You’re so damn sexy when you come.”

   He only let her catch her breath for a few minutes before he pushed her to her knees. “My turn.”

   She opened her mouth and greedily sucked him inside. Though she tried to set the pace, he fisted his hands in her hair and held her head still. “Feels so good in your mouth. I’m not going to last long.”

   She didn’t want him to last long. She wanted to drive him so crazy with pleasure, he lost control and became unable to hold himself back. When he thrust into her mouth, she ran her tongue over his length, and once he was all the way inside, she tried to suck him deeper.

   “Fuck, Meagan,” he said with a half moan the second time she did it. The third, he held still, deep in her mouth, and came with a hard thrust that brought tears to her eyes as she worked to swallow his release.

   He was breathing heavily as he helped her to her feet. He looked totally spent, but gave her a sexy smile and turned the water off. Before getting in the shower, he’d hung towels nearby. She hummed in pleasure as he wrapped one around her and watched as he dried himself off.

   “Ready to find the condoms?” she asked.

   “You’re going to be the death of me—did you know that?”

   She blinked innocently. “It was your plan. I’m just repeating it. But if you’d rather not—”

   Her words were cut short by his lips taking hers in a crushing kiss. She’d brought up the condoms to tease him. The truth was, she could do with some recovery time as well, but his kiss rekindled her desire to have him take her again, and she melted into his embrace.

   He finally pulled back. “You may be the death of me, but I’ll go with a smile on my face.”

Chapter Nine

   The weekend of Dena’s baby shower was a bit chilly. Because she was on bed rest, the women agreed to throw the shower at the Parkses’ house. Since it would be an early morning and she didn’t live in Delaware, Abby invited Meagan to spend the night. Meagan had been to the Wests’ house in Wilmington only once before and she was surprised to see Lynne there. She had met the woman previously at the club, before Luke bought it. And while she had heard Lynne had moved away, she had no idea she was the Wests’ new nanny.

   Nathaniel put the kids to bed early, and shortly thereafter, he went out with Cole and Jeff. As soon as he left, the women gathered in Abby’s kitchen. Abby got out a bottle of wine and three wineglasses and they all sat in the living room.