In between all of the larger photos, were small wooden blocks in the shape of an entwined “E” and “H.” At first I thought that the “A” for Andrew’s first name was simply missing, that one of the pieces would bear it, but that wasn’t the case: In the last frame at the end of the hall there was a photo of a huge “E” and “H” that were solely compiled of pictures of New York.

“E” and “H”?

I continued walking down the hallway, smiling at the more “esteemed” photos he’d hung of himself. I stopped when I heard the sound of running water and followed it into a massive bedroom.

Everything was cloaked in black—the sheets that covered the king sized bed, the long silk curtains that hung over the balcony’s French doors, and the plush rug that sat atop his polished wooden floors.

I walked over to his armoire and pulled out the first drawer.

“What are you doing?” Andrew was standing right behind me.

“I was...” I stalled as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “I was looking through your stuff.”

“Looking for anything particular?” He kissed the shell of my ear from behind.

“I’m looking for where you keep all my panties.”

He let out a low laugh. “They’re all next to my bed.” He slid his hand underneath my skirt and stalled once his fingers reached my bare pussy. “Since you’re not wearing any, do I need to give them back to you?”

I rolled my eyes and he let me go.

“Is this better than a hotel room?” he asked.

“Depends.” I turned around. “How many other women have you had here?”

“None.”

“None?” I couldn’t believe that. “In six years?”

“I like to keep my fucking life separate from my home life.” He clasped my hand.

“So, I’m the exception to the rule?”

He didn’t answer. He simply led me across the bedroom and into an all-white en-suite where the water from the shower was still running.

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up...” He looked down at me.

“Because you want to watch movies together?”

“Because I want to fuck you in the shower.” He pushed my back against the wall and looked into my eyes. “Because I want to fuck you all night.”

I moaned as he wedged his knee between my thighs and pulled my shirt over my head. He slipped his hand behind my back to unclasp my bra, and as it fell to the floor he trailed his tongue across my nipples.

“Take off your skirt...” He backed away from me.

My hands went to my zipper, but my eyes stayed glued on him as he started to undress himself.

I’d fucked him numerous times in his office, recklessly rode his cock time and time again, but I’d never seen him completely naked.

He pulled his white V-neck shirt over his head and tossed it into the corner—exposing a set of chiseled abs and a small cursive tattoo that was etched onto his chest.

I tried to read what the words said, but then he unfastened the drawstring of his black lounge pants and let them fall to the floor.

I could see that his cock was hard through his briefs, and I waited for him to take them off, but he walked back over to me.

Grabbing my hand, he placed it against his waistline. “Take them off of me.”

I slipped my thumb underneath the elastic, but he stopped me.

“With your mouth.”

My eyes widened as I looked up at him, seeing the sexy smirk on his face.

I bent down slightly and trailed kisses across his waist—hearing him take in a sharp breath as his hands slipped into my hair.

I gripped his thighs for balance and tugged at the hem of his briefs with my teeth. Pulling the fabric down a few inches, I used my fingers to move them further, but he pulled me back by my hair.

“Only your mouth.” He warned.

I gave him a look of understanding and he let me go. I once again grabbed the briefs with my teeth and slowly slid them down his legs.

I looked up and saw that his cock was standing at attention, rock hard and ready for my pussy like always, and from the look in his eyes, I knew he was going to pull me up and fuck me against the wall.

Before he could get the chance, I sat up on my knees and gripped his cock with my hand. I pressed my lips against it—trailing my tongue across every thick inch. I wrapped my mouth around his tip and slowly massaged it with my tongue.

“Aubrey...” He threaded his fingers through my hair and looked down at me. “What are you doing?”

“I’m...” I felt my cheeks heating. “I’m sucking your cock.”

He blinked, letting a slow smile spread across his face. “You’re not sucking my cock...You’re kissing it.”

“I was getting to that part. I was trying to do it like...” I shook my head and stood up, completely embarrassed. “Never mind.”

“You were trying to do it like what?” he whispered against my lips.

I shook my head again and he looked into my eyes. “You don’t need to watch anybody else to learn. I’ll teach you...”

Still smiling, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the shower. He pressed his chest against mine and slipped a finger into my mouth as the water ran over us. “Is this as wide as you can open for me?”

I blinked, nodding.

“You’re going to have to open a lot wider than that if my cock is going to fit into your mouth...” He sat down on the small wet bench behind him and motioned for me to bend low.

The water streams from above lashed against my back as I got down on my knees.

“Lick your lips,” he commanded, and I obliged—feeling completely out of my zone.

I leaned forward, assuming that I was supposed to take him into my mouth now, but he stopped me.

“Make it wet.”

“What?”

“Put your mouth on my cock and wet it.”

Hesitant, I pressed my lips against his dick and slid my tongue across his shaft. I was swirling it against him slowly, but then he pulled my head up.

“You’re being too gentle,” he said. “I don’t need you to be a fucking lady right now...”

“I—”

“I need you to be aggressive, greedy, and sloppy because I’m not going to be gentle when I’m devouring you.” He gently pushed my head down and spread his legs a little further. “Massage my balls with your hand...”

I immediately cupped them, rubbing them against each other.

“A little harder...” His breathing slowed and I picked up the pace of my fingers.

“Now,” he whispered. “Open your mouth as wide as it can go, and take my cock as deep as you can...”

I opened my mouth and took in the first few inches easily as he threaded a few fingers through my hair.

“Keep your eyes on me.” He looked somewhat impressed. “You don’t have to take all of it right now...” He used my shoulders to push me back and then forward. “Keep easing it in and out of your mouth just like this...”

Groaning, he stared at me with pure lust in his eyes, and then he whispered. “Suck me deeper...”

I followed his command and he groaned even louder. I could see the muscles in his legs tensing as my mouth covered over half of his cock. I was starting to feel a little bolder, slightly more confident, so I took in a little bit more of him.

“Fuck...” He breathed.

I used my free hand to cover the part of his cock that wasn’t in my mouth, and massaged it the same way I was massaging his balls—soft but aggressive.

He started to tug at my hair, begging me to take more of him into my mouth. “Take all of it...”

Feeling as if I was now in control, I denied his request, and sped up my rhythm—bobbing my head up and down.

“Aubrey...” His words were strained.

I took him a little deeper—wrapping my lips around him a little tighter, but I didn’t go all the way.

“Aubrey...” he said again, sounding desperate.

I wasn’t paying his words any attention. I was loving the way his cock felt inside my mouth, loving the way my tongue was commanding him and making him react.