In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227

The warm water pounded against Amelia’s shoulders as she tilted her head back, eyes closed. Steam billowed around her. Niko’s phone had rung as they headed into the bathroom.

“Room for one more I hope?” Niko’s voice broke through her reverie.

Amelia opened her eyes to find her new husband watching her from the shower door, his gaze appreciative as it traveled over her wet skin.

“I did say I wanted us to shower together,” she said, unable to keep the pleased smile from her lips.

“I got off the phone as quick as I could.” He stepped inside, closing the glass door behind him. “And now I have a much more important task at hand.”

“Is that so?” Amelia turned to face him fully, suddenly very aware of her nakedness.

Though they’d spent the night discovering each other’s bodies, this was different…bright morning light streaming through the bathroom window, nowhere to hide, nothing to obscure. Amelia fought the instinct to cover herself, instead lifting her chin slightly, and met his eyes with confidence.

“You’re beautiful,” Niko said simply, reaching out to trace the curve of her shoulder with his fingertips. “Have I told you that yet today?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure,” she replied, her voice light despite the flutter in her stomach. “I don’t mind hearing it.”

He smiled and pulled her against him. His body was already responding to her proximity, his arousal evident against her hip.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to her neck. “Stunning.” His lips traced a path long her collarbone. “Exquisite.” His hands slid down her back to cup her bottom, pulling her closer. xy.”

Amelia gasped, her arms winding around his neck as the warm water continued to cascade over them both. She’d never imagined showering could be so intimate, and so arousing.

“Turn around,” Niko instructed softly, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that sent shivers through her despite the heat.

She complied, uncertain what he intended until she felt his hands on her shoulders, massaging gently, his thumbs working at the muscles between her shoulder blades.

“Mmm,” she agreed, eyes fluttering closed as his strong fingers worked their magic. “That is so good.”

His chuckle vibrated against her back as he leaned in to press a kiss to her nape. “I’m glad you approve.”

“Yes, you can be my personal masseuse,” she replied, sighing as his hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her spine.

“I want to do something,” Niko said, his voice husky against her ear. “Something I think you’ll enjoy. Will you

trust me?”

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The request sent a thrill of anticipation through her. “Yes.”

His hands guided her forward until her palms rested against the marble wall of the shower. “Stay just like that,” he murmured, reaching around her for the soap.

Amelia remained still, her breath quickening as she felt him lather his hands. Then those hands were on her, sliding over her shoulders, down her back, around to cup her breasts. She moaned softly as his slippery fingers teased her nipples to hard peaks.

“Good?” he asked, his mouth close to her ear.

“Very,” she managed, arching into his touch.

His soap–slick hands continued their exploration, gliding over her stomach, her hips, between her thighs. When his fingers found her center, already swollen and sensitive from their night together, Amelia gasped.

“Still sore?” he asked, his touch gentling immediately.

“A little,” she admitted. “But don’t stop.”

He continued his careful ministrations, one hand supporting her against him while the other worked between her legs, finding the rhythm she needed. Amelia felt herself building toward release embarrassingly quickly, her body still so new to these sensations.

“Niko,” she breathed, her hips moving against his hand. “I’m—”

“Not yet,” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers just as she approached the edge. “Turn around.”

“Please,” she interrupted, surprising herself with her boldness. “I want you too.”

For several heartbeats, they remained in each other’s arms.

“Well,” Amelia managed once she’d caught her breath, “that was certainly a more thorough showering than I’d planned.”

Niko laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “The first of many, I hope.”

He reached behind her to adjust the water temperature, then grabbed the shampoo. “May I?” he asked, holding up the bottle.

The gesture was oddly more intimate than what they’d just shared, this offer to wash her hair, to care for her in such a simple, tender way. “Please,” she said softly.

His fingers massaged her scalp, working the shampoo into a lather before guiding her under the spray to rinse. Then he conditioned her long dark tresses with the same careful attention, his touch gentle and thorough.

“Your turn,” she said when he finished, taking the shampoo from him.

He had to bend slightly for her to reach his hair properly, the position bringing their bodies flush against each other once more. Amelia took her time, enjoying the simple pleasure of caring for him this way, watching his

close in contentment under her ministrations.

eyes

When they finally stepped out of the shower, Niko wrapped her in a plush towel before grabbing one for himself.

“What time is breakfast with your father?” Amelia asked, wringing water from her hair.

“Nine–thirty,” Niko replied, checking his watch on the counter. “We have about forty minutes.”

“I’d better hurry then.” She turned toward the mirror, reaching for her hairbrush.

Niko caught her hand, turning her back to face him. “One more thing,” he said softly, before leaning down to kiss her with surprising tenderness. “Good morning, Princess.”

Amelia smiled against his lips. “Good morning, husband.”