The Playboy's Assassin

Hot Shower s*x: Enrique.

I raised my camera and took a picture of the hot spring. Then I started recording. “Hello, everyone. I know it’s been long since I’ve posted anything which was due to my injury but I’m getting better and right now, I’m at White Whale Island recuperating. But I saw something awesome and decided you all must see it as well. Some years ago, the whale the island was most famous for and was named after died in a horrible boating accident and this island had pretty much vanished from the map since then.”

“A lot of people do not know about this but this island has the most beautiful hot spring, the freshest water and the best food I have ever eaten.” I zoomed in on the water. The water was crystal blue with vapour coming out of it. I dipped my legs in and sighed softly. When Harrison had shown me the spot a few days ago, I couldn’t believe it. We’d been going all over the island and it felt like paradise on earth. The people were friendly, the food was amazing and the atmosphere was peaceful. I was the most relaxed than I had ever been out here. I didn’t ever want to leave.

I shut off the camera and picked a cinnamon roll and took a bite. I hadn’t been exaggerating when I’d said the food was delicious. It truly was. Especially the pastries made at the bakery. I drank out of my latte and rolled my tongue on the roof of my mouth to savour the taste. I remembered how Scarlett liked to take her coffee and I smiled. I had gotten enough pastries for the both of us and had almost ordered a coffee for her. I placed the cup on the mat and looked out at the water. I could picture her in the water. The both of us naked and entwined in each other. The image was as clear as the water itself and it made me ache for her. I still couldn’t get the image of her naked out of my head. It wasn’t easy bathing her and touching her, caring for her while she was ill without wanting to jump her bones. Only the thought of how disgusting it was to feel that way about an ill person kept me at bay.

Having had enough of the scenery, I packed up my things and carried them to the car. Harrison had so graciously offered me his car to transport me around. I drove back to the hotel. The receptionist whom I’d later found out her name was Vanessa was booking people into a room. I waved at her and went up to the room. I took off my shirt and pants immediately I entered and went to the bathroom. I pulled open the door and my eyes widened. Scarlett was in the shower with her back turned towards me. A surge of longing took over me and I clenched my palms. She turned and gasped.

“What the f**k, Enrique!”

I stepped into the shower, grabbed her waist and kissed her. Her lips were soft and cold and they felt so damn good I didn’t want to stop. She would probably knee me in the balls after this but it would be worth it. And maybe I could finally stop stripping her naked in my head every time I saw her. She pushed me away and I flinched, expecting a slap to follow. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Then she did the most unexpected thing ever, she grabbed me and kissed me.

Her lips gave way and I slipped my tongue in her mouth. I pushed her against the wall and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Cold water poured down on my back from the showerhead. A contrast to the heat that consumed me. I grabbed a breast and played with the tip. She moaned in my mouth and deepened the kiss. It felt amazing to be with her. I wondered why she was letting this happen after she’d made it clear I was the last person she’d ever have s*x with.

I pulled away and took a breath. “Why are you kissing me?”

“What?”

“You said I was the last person you’d ever have s*x with. I’m confused. Does this mean you want to have s*x with me now?”

She gave me an incredulous look. “We’re both naked in the shower making out. What does that look like to you?”

“I know what it looks like. I just wanted to clarify–“ I was starting to piss her off. She unwrapped her legs and got down. “Okay, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.”

“You sure know how to ruin the mood.” She turned away and I grabbed her arm.

“I can make you interested again.” I kissed her hard on the lips and wrapped my arm around her waist to pull her close. She moaned and slipped her tongue in my mouth. I smirked and pulled away. “Are you interested now?”

“Just shut up and kiss me.” She pushed me against the wall and grabbed my member, stroking it. I groaned and deepened the kiss. I turned so she was against the wall and she wrapped her legs around my waist. She kept on stroking me and increased her pace. It felt so good, I almost climaxed. I pulled away from her.

“You need to stop doing that if you don’t want me to c*m all over you.”

She smirked and pulled me closer. I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine and seized a n****e in my mouth. I trailed my hand down to her core to play with her nob and she moaned. Her fingers entangled in my hair and she strained against me.

“f**k,” she groaned. I slipped a finger in her and added another. She was so slippery, it took everything in me not to delve into her and end this torture for us both. But this might be my only chance to have s*x with her and I wanted to be the best she ever had. It was a childish ideology but I wanted to mark her in some way. Stamp my memory in her head so the next time she was hooking up with another guy, she’d remember this moment.

I increased the pace of my fingers and toyed with her other n****e with my other hand. She started to shake against me and I pulled out my fingers. Then I pushed into her. She gasped and grabbed onto my back tightly. She felt so good, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. With every stroke and every movement of mine, her fingers tightened on my shoulders and her nails dug into my skin. We reached the peak and climaxed together and I kissed her. I bit her bottom lip as I poured my seed into her and her legs tightened around me.

I came down from my high and looked into her eyes. For the first time since I met her, her eyes weren’t cold. They were filled with life and they sparkled. Making her o****m had been wonderful, but seeing the after effect on her face felt so much better. It filled me with an insane amount of happiness, I smiled. I bent my head to kiss her again and she moved aside. She pushed me away and stepped under the showerhead. She turned her face to the water and washed herself. “Don’t get carried away, Enrique. It was just s*x. It was good s*x but still s*x. Just a way for us both to release tension right?” She faced me and quirked a brow. Her eyes were back to their emotionless pit. How could she just switch from a passionate woman to being so cold in an instant?

“Yeah, that’s all it was,” I said. She nodded and went out of the bathroom. I moved under the showerhead and stared at the wall. A moment ago, she had been clawing at me and moaning in pleasure because of me. It had felt like more than just releasing tension to me. I hadn’t been releasing any tension. I turned my face up to the water. What had I been doing? It had just been a one-time thing. She didn’t seem bothered by it. I didn’t have to be too. It occurred to me at that moment that I had released in her. I had been so caught up in the moment, I hadn’t pulled out like I always did. It had been such a simple thing and I had never forgotten about it. But I was such an i***t. I rushed out of the bathroom.

She was moisturising her body when I stepped out. Her hands rubbed her thigh in a circular motion and I stared transfixed at her lap. I wanted to be the one doing that. I wanted my hands all over her body. I wanted to be deep in her again and to watch her moan and yell out my name.

Snap out of it, Enrique.

“Scarlett,” I called and she turned. “Uhm…” I didn’t exactly know how to tell her I could’ve just gotten her pregnant.

“We didn’t use a condom.” I finally managed to say.

“I know. You don’t have to worry about it. I’m not going to get pregnant.”

“Are you on the pill?” If she was, was she taking it because of other guys? Or did she plan on us having s*x?

“No, I’m not.”

“Then what is it then?”

“You don’t have to concern yourself with the details. You just have to know that I’m not going to get pregnant.” She glared at me like I had committed a grave offence by asking.

She bent to wear her pants and winced. “Are you okay?” I moved to help her and she moved away.

“I’m fine.”

“But your stitches.” I was such an i***t. I hadn’t even asked her how she’d gotten back from the hospital. She was supposed to still be in bed so she wouldn’t open her stitches again and the first thing I’d done upon seeing her was push her against a wall.

“Now you notice them.” She abandoned the pants and slipped on a playsuit. It was an orange tropical print that made her look different. The outfit with her wet hair gave her a beach girl vibe. Her face was bare of any makeup yet she looked more beautiful than any woman I’d seen with makeup on. “I’m going to go check out the town.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No, you don’t have to.”

“But I want to.” I picked up my pant and wore it. “We came here to explore together so we might as well go everywhere together.” I slipped on my shirt.

“Fine. You can lead the way.” She stepped aside. I already had a lot of places in mind to show her. Unlike her, I already knew the good spots.