Megan let herself into the quiet apartment, slipping her shoes off at the entrance. She navigated effortlessly to the small bathroom where she sat her purse and keys down before stripping off her stockings and unzipping her tight, navy blue pencil skirt. Her shirt unbuttoned just as easily, slipping off her slim shoulders. she neatly folded both on the counter before taking off the rest of her clothes.
Her hair she kept pinned up away from her neck and face. It wasn't her scheduled hair-washing day, and it would take a major event for her to deviate from any set schedule.
With the flick of her wrist she turned the water all the way on and waited for the water to get heated up. Finally, she pulled out her predetermined drawer and grabbed her make up wipes. Cleaning her face before she stepped into her steamy shower.
The burning water stung at her skin with an unrelenting fire. Easing her aching muscles and numbing her to the long days worries.
She didn't flinch as the bathroom door opened and the heater was flipped on. her eyes were closed firmly to keep the soap out of them, but she still knew exactly when and where a pair of strong hands would touch her.
One of the hands encircled her waist pulling her flush into him as the other snaked up her torso before caressing her jawline and pulling her in for a kiss.
She gave a soft moan as his tongue snuck past her lips and began exploring. Her eyes were still shut to avoid getting soap in them, but that didn't stop any of her other senses from joining the game.
Letting out another hiss of pleasure as he deepened the kiss, she felt around and up his arms trying to find out exactly where he was.
With the slightest effort, he pushed her back into the tile wall. Megan gasped as the cold tile hit her skin, perfectly contrasted by his warm body and the steamy shower.