“Enjoy the hot tub.” I never used the hot tub in the apartment, although the first day she’d come to my house in Connecticut, I’d wanted my brother to disappear so I could be alone with her in the hot tub I had there.
I stood, and she followed. “You have a hot tub here?”
I opened a side door I hardly used to the balcony where the hot tub was located. From the balcony was a view of Central Park far below. She stayed still in the bedroom, and I waved for her to come outside. "We’re in the penthouse, and the bannister is high. No one’s going to see.”
She sucked on her bottom lip but came out, peeking her head over the metal top of the bannister. “Living on the edge, I see.”
“Funny.” I waved for her to get into the black marble hot tub as I turned on the jets.
She hopped in, and bubbles formed. She laughed. “This feels nice.”
I slipped in beside her, and the heat rushed through me as I settled in. “In a normal shower, natural lubrication can be washed away.”
She covered my lips with the fingers of one hand. “You don’t have to sound like a doctor right now.”
When she lowered her hand, I told her, “I want to take care of you.”
“You are. You do.”
For a few lovely minutes, we said nothing.
I watched the way her nipples moved in the water. I couldn’t see anything else as I ached to have her.
She must have realized how much I wanted her. She stood and waved for me to head back into the apartment. “I was thinking—“
“Thinking is for later.” I flipped the jets off, got out of the hot tub, and followed her inside. In the bedroom, I reached out to draw her hips to me and kissed her neck. She turned around and laughed as we kissed again.
She made me happy. Today, it had truly felt like we’d made love as opposed to having sex, and we were about to do it again.
43
Clarissa
The doorman rang that our son was back. I dashed into the bedroom and changed in the sixty seconds it took for Sam to come up the elevator. Arman had texted that he was letting Sam ride the elevator alone. There had been a bit of a clothing emergency with Aurora taking a fall, getting dirty, and needing to change her clothes.
Elon joined me in the race to get dressed. We both finished in time and were at the front door when it opened and Sam walked in.
I bent down to hug him then drew back to look at him. “Sam, you look tired.”
He gazed at me quizzically. “Your hair is wet.”
I nodded and straightened. “I took a shower. Ready to head home?”
He yawned and nodded. Soon, we were on the helipad on the roof of the building.
We were about to board the helicopter when Sam stopped and took out his cell phone. “Can you take my picture getting on the helicopter, Mom?”
“Sure," I said. Sam posed as I snapped the photo.
"Why do you want a picture?” Elon asked.
Sam smiled as we all hopped on board to head back to Connecticut. “My old friends thought I was lying.”
Elon’s eyes widened. “Old friends?”
Sam shrugged. “My old football teammates. I miss some of them.”
Sports had been Sam's anchor when we lived in Florida. Hopefully, he would make new friends soon.
