Billionaire Boys Club 4 : Once upon a Billionaire(68)

The faint sound of Maylee's voice made him pause, and he leaned against the door adjoining their rooms. She was definitely on the phone, though her voice was pitched too low for him to make out. He sighed and returned back to the bed and picked up his book again, reading the same paragraph over and over. Why was it so important that she call her mother just before bedtime? He'd thought they'd gotten along very well today. Actually, more than just well. He'd never felt so comfortable with a woman. Normally, his relationships were one awkward scenario after another, a brief round of f**king and then eventual mutual apathy.

He could honestly say there was not an ounce of apathy as far as Maylee was concerned. In fact, he rather hated that she was gone. Did he say he hated hovering? Was that why she'd disappeared? To give him space? Because he rather liked her hovering. She listened to all of his stories and seemed genuinely interested in them, as opposed to simply humoring him. He'd even talked about his current project for at least an hour, comparing their theoretical Atlantis to Tarshish and why they were pursuing the ruins in Spain versus the Mediterranean like most assumed where Atlantis was located, if it indeed existed.

She'd seemed interested. Unless he was just bad at reading her? Perhaps he'd said something that troubled her and she wanted someone to complain to? A guilty stab made him sit up in bed. Had he inadvertently hurt her feelings again with his careless words? Hell.

Griffin got up from the bed and went to the adjoining door. He raised his hand to knock just as she opened it.

She looked at his hand in surprise, and then beamed at him. "Miss me, didja?"

He lowered his hand. "Is something wrong?"

"Nope." She stepped into his room and shut the door behind her.

"Do we need to talk?"

"Nope," she repeated, and began to undo the zipper on her tight jeans. "Wanna shower?"

"Together?" His c**k surged to life in his jeans again. 

"Yep, you and me. Just a little bit of hanky panky before bedtime. What do you think?" She gave him a sassy wink and dropped her jeans, then stepped out of them. A string bikini panty curved along her h*ps and the triangle of fabric in the back seemed to hug her ass more than cover it. It was a glorious sight.

"I think that is a splendid idea," Griffin murmured, following her into the bathroom.

The bathroom in his suite was almost as large as her room. He had an enormous sunken jetted tub and a stonework shower that swallowed a great deal of the floor. He watched Maylee pad into the room, stripping off her shirt and revealing a plain beige bra that turned him on more than any lacy undergarment he'd ever seen. "You have towels, Griff?"

"Somewhere." He wasn't leaving this room, not while she was taking off her clothing.

She went to the counter where his soaps and shampoos were kept in a dainty basket, picked one up, and sniffed it. "Yours are different than mine. Have you been taking the extras every day?"

"Extras?"

"You know, they replace them every morning with new ones. You're supposed to hide them if you don't use them so you get new ones every day."

He frowned. "Isn't that a bit like stealing?"

"Nope. The hotel expects you to do that." She wagged her finger at him. "I need you to start hiding the bottles every morning if you don't use them. And the soaps. For me."

"I can buy you soaps-"

"It's not the same as a free hotel score," she teased him. And she began to unhook her bra.

"I can't believe we're having a discussion about purloining hotel soaps while you're getting naked," he murmured, fascinated by her casual stripping.

She paused just as she unclasped her bra. "You're right. You should be getting naked, too." She let the loose bra hang on her shoulders as she approached him, a mischievous look on her face. Maylee's hands went to his zipper and she rubbed him through his jeans. "Seems like someone's mind is on something other than showering."

He groaned. God, she was forward with a little confidence. He loved it. Hell, he wished he'd dragged her into his bed a week ago. "You're a vixen."

"Maybe," she teased, and rubbed his c**k again. "Maybe I'm just encouraging you to get out of these clothes so you can come scrub my back."

"Is that all you want from me is a back scrub?"

"Depends on how good you are at it," she said, and her hands went to his shirt, tugging at the hem.

"I'm the best damn back-scrubber you've ever met, then." Griffin grabbed her hands in his and pulled her against him. She tilted her face up to meet him just as he leaned in to kiss her, and their lips met. Once again, he was stunned at how good it was to kiss Maylee. How her lips and tongue melded to his and those soft noises she made when he kissed her. He loved all of it. His hands stroked up and down her bare back, and then he tugged at the loose bra on her shoulders.