Scandal:The Complete Series(53)

Honest to God, I don’t think he believed me, but it won’t matter anyway when he knows for sure. He’ll still be enraged and want my head on a platter.

According to him, the charges against me will be dropped by Monday. If we can make it through the weekend, Ella and I will be free to travel. We’ll have to stay here for a few days, swimming, dining in and making love. There are worse fates than that.

Ella wanted me to ask Lucius about Rick Esposito. I could not do that. My uncle might figure out Esposito’s connection to Ella. So I lied about that too, telling her Lucius didn’t have an answer for me.

“Jax?” Her voice from the shower startles me. “You’re too quiet. Everything okay?”

“It’s perfect,” I say. “I’ll join you in a minute.”

I probably should do just that and forget about all that shit for now. I get rid of my swimming trunks and enter the bathroom. Ella’s in the bathtub, covered in bubbles to her neck. She smiles.

“Sweet little Ella in a bubble bath,” I say, kneeling down next to the tub on the soft mat. This girl makes my heart race with every little thing she does. To my eyes, she’s the hottest thing in the universe with her small hands shoving the bubbles back and forth, her hair half wet falling across her forehead.

“It’s been so long since I did anything relaxing,” she says.

“I’m offended. What about the times I went down on you?”

“That’s not exactly relaxing. It’s powerful and exhilarating and it leaves me panting and wanting more.”

“Relaxing you want,” I say, grabbing the shampoo bottle. “I can do that.”

“Really? You’re going to shampoo my hair?”

“I want you to close your eyes and exhale. Decompress.”

She giggles cutely. “Make sure you don’t get soap in my eyes.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, turning the showerhead on to wet her luscious hair.

“There’s that word again,” she says. “You’re so polite, but I’m not sixty yet.”

She lies back, relaxing her shoulders, her eyes half-shut. My hands lather her hair slowly, gently massaging her scalp until she starts humming her contentment.

I didn’t mean for this to happen but my cock stiffens. Her beauty in the suds with glimpses of her thick, perky nipples and her deeply sexual humming sounds light a fire deep in my belly arousing all my extremities. My fingertips pound with my heartbeat. My toes feel the contours of the floor tiles. My own nipples tickle with the residue of the sea. My selfish cock tingles with Ella’s occasional humming.

After I’m done rinsing the soap off her hair, I reach under the bubbles and cup her breast, warm and slippery and fucking sublime. She arches her back a bit to show her approval.

I kiss her wet neck, breathing in her scent, and then bite down on her shoulder softly as I keep squeezing her breast. She shifts her weight a little but keeps her eyes shut.

My fingers trace her collarbone and then cover her throat before they find the back of her neck, pulling her face to mine. I push my tongue inside her mouth, parting her lips, to taste her. My heart erupts every time we kiss.

“You’re so hard,” she says as she opens her eyes to peek at my erection as it bobs up against my belly button.

“You did this,” I say, yanking her wet hair in my fist as a punishment. She gasps but then she outmaneuvers me, flinging a hand out of the water to grasp my throbbing shaft.

She looks at me, licking her lips. “And now I’m doing this.”

She gets the head in her tiny mouth before I spring to my feet like I’ve been electrocuted. “Out,” I command her.

She doesn’t ask why, she doesn’t hesitate, she doesn’t even blink. She supports herself with one hand on the edge of the tub before she stands up, bubbles sticking to her rosy nipples and concealing most of her delightful trimmed triangle of desire.

I’m tempted to lick the soap off her skin inch by inch but I’m too impatient for that. I let her stand there while I run the hot water in the shower. I lift her up and she wraps her arms around my neck helplessly. I set her down in the shower, closing the glass door behind me.

My mouth crushes down on hers under the steamy showerhead. “Have you done it in the shower before?” I tease against the soft skin between her neck and collarbone.

She shakes her head. “Well, I have tried,” she says with a naughty grin, “but I didn’t have an orgasm.”

Whether it’s true or not, she just presented me with a challenge. “You know how to drive me crazy, Ella Wade. I’m going to teach you a thing or two,” I say, hoisting her up in the air to slide her down on my cock, her back against the tile wall of the shower.