Did this couple remind her of herself and her ex, Charles? Come to think of it, Drew did remember Charles acting much like Stan was now whenever he had deigned to make an appearance with Gen at any of the company events. Always on his phone, always preoccupied… Was sitting at this table bringing back bad memories for her?
Drew hoped not. He still didn’t know exactly what had been wrong with her before he’d managed to lighten her mood during the couples’ therapy art class. He didn’t need to add another worry to his list.
When dinner was finally over, he was glad to take Gen’s hand—a gesture which now felt completely normal and right—and lead her out of the dining room.
“Well that was…interesting,” Drew remarked, as soon as they were out of ear-shot.
“Don’t you mean sad?” Genevieve sighed and crossed her arms over her breasts. Tonight she was wearing a little black dress that emphasized her curves and some high black pumps to match.
“You mean the way our new dinner companions completely ignored each other?” Drew raised an eyebrow at her as they stepped into the elevator. “Or at least Stan ignored Georgia,” he added, pushing the button for their floor.
“What a jerk,” Genevieve muttered, looking down at her shoes.
“Remind you of anybody you know?” Drew asked neutrally.
She sighed. “My ex, of course. Did I tell you he left me for his secretary? Twenty-three, platinum blonde hair, built like a model—she probably weighed eighty-three pounds soaking wet.” She shrugged, still looking down at her shoes. “I mean, who could blame him?”
“I could,” Drew growled. “He was an idiot for leaving—an unfaithful idiot.” Cheating really pissed him off for personal reasons.
“Yeah, well…” She shrugged again.
“Look, Gen…” Drew reached out to lift her chin, making her meet his eyes. “If it’s any consolation, I know what you’re going through,” he murmured. “I had a girlfriend in college and we were serious—really serious. In fact, I was going to ask her to marry me—had the ring and everything.”
“Oh?” Her eyes, which had gone dull and sad a moment ago, were suddenly sharp with interest. “What happened?”
Drew sighed. “What happened was I was going to surprise her in her dorm room, get her to come out on a romantic date and then pop the question. I had it all planned out—candlelit dinner, horse drawn carriage—the works.”
“And?” Genevieve was giving him a look of sympathy now but Drew found he didn’t mind—after all, she’d been through the same thing herself.
“And when I walked in, she was making the beast with two backs with one of her professors.” He ran a hand through his hair. “So that was the end of that.”
“Oh, Drew—I’m so sorry.” To his surprise, Genevieve took his hand and entwined their fingers. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” she murmured.
“Hurts like hell,” he admitted. He hadn’t actually let himself think of his little college misadventure for a number of years but now he admitted to himself it was probably why he’d thrown himself into his job and hadn’t bothered much with dating. Well, until now—if you could call what he and Gen were doing dating. “I made it out all right,” he said, trying to shake off the bad memory. “Luckily, I was able to take the ring back.”
Genevieve sighed and looked down at her left hand where the huge diamond sparkled. “I wish I could take mine back—pawn it, sell it, give it away—I just wish I could get rid of it. It’s a constant reminder of Charles and his unfaithfulness but I can’t take it off for fear people in the office will start asking questions.”
“It is kind of noticeable,” Drew mused, looking at the glittering, pear-shaped diamond on her slender finger. I know it’s one of the first things I noticed about you—well, that and your amazing ass.”
“Drew!” She slapped him on the chest but she was smiling when she did it. Drew was glad to see that he’d been able to lift her mood.
“I’m serious,” he said with a straight face as they stepped out of the elevator. “I thought to myself—‘how am I ever going to concentrate on work when my boss has such an amazing ass?’”
“And then you found out I was the Dragon Lady and my ass got a whole lot easier to ignore, huh?” Gen was still smiling but there was hurt in her big brown eyes too.
“You’re not the Dragon Lady anymore.” Drew stopped walking as they reached the door of their suite and reached out to cup her cheek. “Not to me. Now you’re just…Gen.”
“Thank you, Drew.” She blushed, her cheek growing hot under his hand. “Um…I guess we should go inside and, um, get on with it.” She gestured to the door.
“Get on with it?” Drew frowned as he opened the door and ushered her into the suite. “Oh, you mean our ‘homework’—the erotic bubble bath Dr. Feel Good prescribed for us.”
“Right.” Her body was suddenly quivering with tension—he could actually see her trembling.
Drew hoped she wasn’t dreading the experience—he personally was really looking forward to it but he didn’t want Gen to feel too upset or freaked out to enjoy it.
“Hey…” He put a hand on her shoulder and bent down to look into her eyes. “It’s gonna be okay, Gen. It’s just a bath.”
“And…whatever other exercise we choose.” She looked up at him, her elbows cupped nervously in her palms. “Any thoughts on that?”
Drew had all kinds of thoughts on what he’d like to do to her but he thought it was probably better to get through the bath first.
“We can talk about it later,” he said soothingly. “For now, let me get the bath running.”
He went into the bathroom and got the water going in the huge marble tub. There was a large selection of bubble baths to choose from and he was surprised to see an ice bucket with a bottle of expensive champagne chilling in it. There were two crystal flutes to go with it and a handwritten card which said simply, “Enjoy.”
“Drew” he heard Genevieve’s soft voice behind him.
“Hmm?” He turned around and saw that she was already undressed and wrapped in a fluffy white towel.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She gestured at herself nervously. “I, uh, thought it would be better if I undressed myself this time.”
Drew was disappointed—he’d been looking forward to taking off her clothing piece by piece—but he told himself not to be greedy. At least he still got to see her naked and wash her beautiful body in the tub.
“Have a look at this,” he said, gesturing to the champagne. “One guess who sent it.”
“Dr. Phillips.” Genevieve made a face. “He probably thinks that getting us tipsy will lower our inhibitions.”
Drew cocked an eyebrow at her. “So we’ll put on a better show for him?”
“Maybe.” She sighed. “Well, he’s not wrong—about the alcohol loosening us up. I’m, um, really nervous about this. Maybe we’d better break out the bubbly even if it was sent by Phillips.”
“Good point.” Andrew popped the cork and poured two fizzing glasses. Then he turned back to Genevieve. “Can I help you in? It’s kind of slippery—I might have put in too much bubble bath.”
“As long as there are plenty of bubbles I don’t mind.”
“Why do you say that?” Drew asked, frowning. “You feeling shy, Gen?”
“Very.” She bit her lip. “I can’t help it. I haven’t, uh, been naked in front of a man for a long time.”
“What about your ex, Charles?”
She shrugged. “Like I said, it’s been a long time. The, uh, sex was the first thing to go. I haven’t had a man touch me in over a year. Maybe two. Well, I mean, other than you, that is.”
She was blushing again and Andrew thought how beautiful it made her.
“That’s a damn shame, Gen,” he murmured. “You want to see if we can break your dry spell tonight? I mean, the not-being-touched dry spell. Not…anything else.”
“I know what you mean. You really want to?” She cocked her head to one side. “Or
are you just being nice?”
Drew looked at her disbelievingly.
“Do I really want to take that towel off you and wash your gorgeous body all over? Are you kidding me? Of course I want to and Charles was a fool if he didn’t.”
“Thanks, Drew.” She gave him a little smile. “That makes this a little easier—even though I’m still kind of shy to be, uh, naked in front of you.”
“Would it help if you had company?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Want me to get naked too and then we can get in the tub together?”
“Sure.” She gave an embarrassed little laugh. “I mean, if you don’t mind.”
Andrew was already undressing. Luckily, he didn’t suffer from any body image issues so he had no problem shucking off his clothes and being nude in front of her.
“Okay.” He kicked his clothes away and stood in front of her naked. “Here I am. I’m ready.”
“You certainly are.” Her eyes roamed all over his body, taking in his shoulders, abs, and long legs—as well as what was between them. “Um…you’re quite ready.”
Andrew looked down at himself and saw that his cock was erect already between his legs.
“Sorry.” He grinned self-consciously. “I can’t help it—the idea of taking a bubble bath with a beautiful woman turns me on. At least now you can tell I’m not just being ‘nice.’”
“Drew…” She blushed again but he thought she also looked pleased.
“Your turn now, Gen,” he said softly. “Time to drop the towel.”
“All…all right.” Biting her lip, Genevieve unwound the fluffy white towel from around herself. Drew had to bite back a groan as her beautiful body was revealed.
Her full, high breasts capped with dark pink nipples made his mouth water. After taking them in, he let his eyes travel down her softly rounded abdomen to the neatly trimmed thatch of blonde curls at the apex of her sex. Her pussy lips looked puffy and pink and deliciously lickable.
He had the sudden urge to drop to his knees before her and part them with one swipe of his tongue, teasing out the little pink clit he knew was hiding between them so he could lick and suck and fuck her with his tongue until she moaned and cried and gave herself up to him completely.
“Well?” Genevieve’s voice was high and uncertain and he realized she was waiting for him to finish looking so they could get in the tub. “Are you ready?” she asked.
“More than ready. Gen, you look incredible.” He held out a hand to her. “Let’s get in.”
* * * * *
They climbed in and settled into the warm, foamy water—Genevieve felt relieved to be covered—before picking up the champagne flutes Drew had poured.
“Here,” she said. “Bottoms up.” With a quick tilt, she neatly drained her glass, gasping as the bubbles rushed to her head. “Whew—that’s strong!”
“Wow.” Drew took a sip of his own champagne and set it down carefully on the side of the tub. “Are you really that nervous to be naked with me?”
“What…what do you mean?” Genevieve put her own flute down, wishing she could have some more.
“The liquid courage.” He nodded at her empty glass. “You’re that scared to let me touch you?”
“I just…” Genevieve didn’t know how to answer him. “After last night I…”
“Yes, let’s talk about last night.” He frowned. “You seemed to be just fine until we had to watch ourselves pretending to be all hot and bothered in Philips’ office this morning. Then you freaked out and ran out of his office. Want to tell me why?”
“I…I…” Here it was, the question she’d been dreading. Genevieve opened her mouth to lie about it—to put him off—and found herself telling the truth instead. “I got upset because I wasn’t pretending,” she whispered at last, looking down at the mound of bubbles in her lap. “And Phillips called me out on it. That was, uh, pretty damn embarrassing.”
“You’re embarrassed because you came?” he murmured.
She nodded, still not looking up.
“Embarrassed because Phillips knew it or because I knew it?” Drew probed gently.
Her head jerked up. “You knew it too? I mean, before he said anything?”
Drew chuckled softly. “Let’s just say I had a pretty good idea. But why should that embarrass you?”
“Because! I’m your boss, Drew! I’m not supposed to let you make me…make me…”
“Make you come?” Suddenly he was drawing her into his lap. Genevieve resisted at first but he was too strong for her. Before she knew it, she was sitting between his legs with his broad chest to her back and his bare cock branding her backside. The feel of his big, hard, naked body so close to hers sent an erotic shiver through her but she tried not to show it.
“Drew, stop it—what are you doing?” she demanded, wishing her voice didn’t sound so breathless.
“Washing you, baby—the way I’m supposed to.” He had a washcloth in one hand and he dunked it in the water, getting it wet and soapy before running it from her right wrist to her shoulder…then continuing down to cup her breast.
“Drew…” she whispered, knowing she ought to tell him to stop again but not wanting to. His big, warm hand felt so good cupped around her bare breast, even with the thin washcloth between them.
“What does it matter if I make you come?” he growled softly in her ear as he scrubbed her gently, paying special attention to her nipple.
“You shouldn’t…I shouldn’t let you. Shouldn’t…want you to,” she whispered, hardly knowing what she was saying.
“Because you’re my boss? I thought we agreed we’d try to leave all that behind us, try to forget about it for now,” he murmured, his big hand moving across to cup and stroke her other breast. The way he was tugging her nipple through the washcloth made Genevieve squirm as sparks of pleasure ran from her tight peak down to her wet, throbbing pussy.
“I…but you…” God, she couldn’t think when he touched her like that! I’m the Dragon Lady—the Ice Queen! she reminded herself desperately. Only it seemed like Drew was melting her whether she wanted him to or not.
“I’m your husband,” he reminded her in a low, possessive voice that made her shiver. “You belong to me, Gen…and I belong to you. At least for this weekend. Try to remember that.”
“Yes, I…I’ll try.” She couldn’t believe she was giving in to him like this but she couldn’t seem to help it. She’d never seen this side of Drew before—the possessive, dominant side. He was making her lose control, even though she knew she shouldn’t.
Just for this weekend, she told herself desperately. Only for this one weekend.
“Good,” he growled softly in her ear. “Because…oops—I just dropped the washcloth.” Opening his big hand, he let the wet washcloth slide into the water and float away under the bubbles.
“You…you did?”
Mm-hmm,” he rumbled in her ear. “But I’m not done washing you yet, baby. What should I do?”
“Maybe just…” Genevieve couldn’t believe she was saying this but somehow the words came out. “Just use your hands,” she whispered.
“Like this?” he got a handful of bubbles in each palm and then used them to paint delicately around her nipples—teasing her, almost but not quite touching her.
Genevieve couldn’t help herself.
“More,” she begged and pressed her breasts into his big, warm hands.
“Mmm, like this then.” He cupped her breasts in both hands, rolling her tight buds between fingers and thumbs, making her moan and press back against him even though she knew it was wrong.
“Yes, just like that,” she whispered breathlessly. She could feel his hard shaft behind her, branding her bare ass. It gave her an idea. “Mmm, exactly like that,” she purred. Lifting her hips, she pressed her behind against his cock and began to rub against him, giving back some of the intense pleasure he was giving to her.
“Mmm, Gen—that’s very naughty, what you’re doing,” Drew growled in her ear.
r /> “I know,” she whispered and kept rubbing.
God, she shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be encouraging him this way but what she’d told him was true—Charles hadn’t touched her in close to two years before the end of their marriage. Part of her was hungry for this—hungry to be touched and pleasured and treated like a beautiful, sexual woman. What Drew was offering her was simply too good to pass up.
Which was why she didn’t object when one big hand left her breast and slid down, under the warm, bubbly water to cup her pussy.
“Drew…” she moaned softly, though she made no move to stop him and continued to press herself against him. “What…what are you doing?”
“Washing you,” he murmured as two long fingers spread her pussy lips wide, making her gasp as the warm water rushed in to caress her tingling clit. “Washing you everywhere, baby. Do you want me to stop?”
“I should want you to,” Genevieve protested softly. But she still made no attempt to shut her legs.
“But you don’t, do you?” he murmured in her ear. As he spoke, one blunt fingertip slipped between her wet folds and began circling the aching button of her clit. “You want to let me wash you until you’re all clean, don’t you baby?”
“Ah!” Genevieve threw her head back against his broad shoulder. How had they gotten from being boss and assistant to letting him spread her open and stroke her pussy in the bathtub? She didn’t know…didn’t want to know. She only knew she didn’t want the delicious sensations he was causing in her body to end.
“Does it feel good when I wash you this way, baby?” Drew murmured in her ear, never stopping the steady circling motion of his finger around her sensitive clit. “Does it feel good to let me wash your sweet little pussy?”
“Y-yes,” Genevieve admitted, unable to lie. “It…it does.”
“And do you want me to make you come again?”
Genevieve made a desperate effort to get control of herself. She shouldn’t do this—shouldn’t let him go so far. They were only supposed to be pretending!
“I…I shouldn’t…shouldn’t want you to,” she gasped.
“Fuck what you should and shouldn’t do,” Drew growled in her ear, making her gasp again. “What do you want?”