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Jane had taken Jasmine and Junior for a little exploration outside—just a short walk around the hotel gardens, nothing too ambitious. The London air was crisp and damp, the kind of weather that made you appreciate a warm coat and moving feet.

Jasmine had been bouncing with excitement, her new backpack slung over her shoulders, her small hand gripping the stroller handle like she was guiding a ship through uncharted waters. Junior had gurgled happily in his stroller, tiny fists waving at nothing in particular, completely unaware that he was experiencing his first real taste of England.

Cassandra watched them go from the window, a soft smile on her face. The gardens stretched below, manicured and green, and she could see Jasmine pointing at something—a bird, maybe, or a fountain—her small face lit up with wonder.

"It's good for them to get some fresh air," Cassandra said, mostly to herself.

Ella flopped onto the couch, stretching like a cat who had just woken from a very long nap. Her arms extended over her head, her back arched, and she let out a satisfied sigh.

"And good for us to get some quiet," Ella added, her voice muffled by the cushion she was now pressing her face into.

The suite settled into a comfortable silence. The kind of silence that wasn't empty but full—full of warmth, full of presence, full of the small sounds of people existing in the same space without needing to fill the air with words.

Somewhere down the hall, water hissed through pipes.

Kyle was in the shower.

Cassandra picked up a magazine from the coffee table—something about interior design, all glossy pages and photos of rooms she would never live in. She flipped through it without really reading, her eyes moving across the words but her mind somewhere else entirely.

Ella watched her for a moment. Then another moment. Then she leaned forward, elbows on her knees, a familiar glint in her eye.

"You should go in there," Ella whispered.

Cassandra's eyes snapped up from the magazine. "What?"

"The shower." Ella nodded toward the bathroom door with a jerk of her chin. "You should get in with him."

Cassandra's cheeks flushed a deep pink. The color spread from her neck to her forehead, impossible to miss.

"I don't know about that," Cassandra said, keeping her voice low. "He likes his space. You know how he is when he's stressed."

"He likes you more than he likes his space."

Cassandra shook her head. "That's not—"

"He's been under so much pressure lately. Whatever he's not telling us about, that is."

This showed Cassandra was aware that there was something going on with him. Ella's voice softened, just slightly. "You could help him relax."

Cassandra bit her lip. The magazine pages crinkled under her grip.

"I don't want to overstep," Cassandra admitted.

Ella nudged her. Not gently. A real nudge, the kind that meant business.

"Ow." Cassandra clutched her arm where Ella's elbow had connected. "That hurt."

"Go," Ella said in a hushed but insistent tone.

Cassandra didn't move. Her hands stayed glued to the magazine like it was the only thing keeping her anchored to the couch.

Ella sighed. Then she nudged her again—harder this time, right in the ribs.

"Would you stop?" Cassandra hissed, swatting at her.

"You're being stubborn." Ella said.

"I'm not!" Cassandra fired back.

Cassandra glared at her and Ella glared right back at her. Neither blinked

Then Ella rolled her eyes—a full, theatrical roll that involved her entire head, from her eyebrows to her chin. It was the kind of eye roll that said I love you but you are exhausting.

"Fine," Ella said, pushing herself off the couch. "I'll get him ready for you."

Cassandra's magazine dropped to the floor. "What? No. Ella, don't—"

But Ella was already on her feet, moving toward the bathroom with exaggerated stealth. She tiptoed across the carpet like a cartoon spy, her hands out for balance, her face split in a wicked grin.

Cassandra scrambled after her, grabbing her arm. "Ella. Stop. Seriously. The last thing we need is to agitate him. He's been so on edge lately, and if you barge in there while he's—"

Ella glanced back, her grin widening. "Agitate? I'm doing him a favor."

"That's not—" Cassandra mouthed the words because any louder and Kyle would hear them through the bathroom door. Her hands flapped at her sides, desperate and useless.

Ella pressed a finger to her lips. Shh.

Then she slipped through the bathroom door.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Cassandra stood frozen in the hallway, one hand half-raised like she might knock, might pull the door open, might do something other than stand there with her heart pounding in her chest.

She did nothing.

The water continued to hiss through the pipes.

Somewhere in the garden below, Jasmine laughed at something Junior had done.

And Ella was alone in the bathroom with Kyle.

Cassandra pressed her back against the wall and slid down until she was sitting on the floor, her knees pulled to her chest.

What have I done? she thought.

But somewhere underneath the panic, underneath the embarrassment, underneath the fear of overstepping…

She was also curious.

She pressed her ear to the wall and listened in, wondering is she would experience what Ella had the night before.

-

The shower was running, steam curling under the doorframe. Kyle stood beneath the spray, water cascading down his shoulders. He had soap in his eyes—he was rubbing at them with one hand, blind and distracted.

Ella tiptoed inside. The tiles were cool beneath her bare feet.

She pressed herself against the wall, just watching.

Water streamed down Kyle's back. His muscles tensed and relaxed under the spray. He hadn't heard her but also couldn't see her.

Ella tilted her head, taking him in.

*Not bad." She thought to herself.

She waited a few seconds—five, maybe six—just watching the water trace lines down his skin because this view was quite artistic to begin with, she had nothing bad to say about how it stared right at here

Then she reached out and tapped his shoulder.

Kyle flinched, nearly slipping. "What the—"

Ella laughed, soft and low. "Relax. It's just me."

He blinked the soap from his eyes, squinting at her. "Ella. What are you doing in here?"

"Who knows, I might have gotten lost on the way," Ella shrugged.

Kyle stared at her. Water dripped from his chin.

"This would have been cute if it was Jane that said, it sounds wrong coming out from your mou-!" Kyle was interrupted with a blow to the stomach by Ella.

"You want to say that again, big boy?" Ella grinned and backed toward the door. "My, my, what do we have here?" Ella said, noticing his cock had come to life.

Ella's grin turned wicked as she watched Kyle's cock swell thick and heavy under the hot spray. She stepped forward instead of backing away, her bare feet splashing on the slick tiles.

Water streamed down his chest, tracing every ridge of muscle before dripping from the head of his rigid shaft.

"You little masochist," she teased, eyes locked on the pulsing length. "One punch and you're already throbbing like this?" Ella knew Jason was a man of many fetishes already so she wasn't necessarily surprised.

Kyle's jaw clenched. His cock jerked upward, the flushed head glistening.

"Ella, get out."

Jason tried to pretend like he didn't want it, playing hard to get but he knew there was no way Ella would listen which was why he said it in the first place.

She ignored the warning. Her fingers brushed his wet abs, nails dragging lower until they hovered just above his balls. "Make me." Ella whispered into his ear like a sultry vixen.

Kyle grabbed her wrist, yanking her closer. His cock slapped against her hip, hot and slick. Steam swirled thick around them. Ella's free hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, squeezing hard. She stroked upward once, slow and deliberate, thumb circling the swollen tip where pre-cum already leaked.

"Feels like you want this," she murmured, twisting her wrist on the downstroke. His cock pulsed in her grip, veins standing out along the thick length. Ella had almost forgotten how wonderful his cock was but having it in her hand was beginning to have an effect on her.

Kyle groaned low. His hips thrust forward, fucking her fist in one rough push. The soap mixed in water made every slide obscenely slick. Ella dropped to her knees without warning, the tiles cold against her skin. She opened her mouth and took the head between her lips, tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge.

Kyle's hand shot to her wet hair, fingers tightening. Ella sucked harder, taking more of him until the head nudged the back of her throat. She gagged once, spit mixing with the water running down his shaft. Her hand pumped the base while her mouth worked the upper half, cheeks hollowing with each pull.

Kyle's grip tightened. He held her there, hips rolling forward in shallow thrusts. Ella's eyes watered but she didn't pull back.

Saliva dripped from her chin, running down his balls. She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock.

"Not yet," she whispered, licking a stripe up the underside. She took him deep again, nose pressing against his stomach. Kyle's thighs trembled. His cock throbbed against her tongue, pre-cum coating her throat.

Ella felt the telltale twitch. She yanked back fast, gripping the base tight. Kyle growled, hips jerking, but she squeezed harder, denying the release. His cock flexed angrily in her fist, a bead of cum threatening to spill before she pinched just below the head.

"Fuck—Ella," he snarled.

She smiled up at him, lips shiny with spit. "Not for you." Her thumb pressed firmly over the slit, blocking any escape. Kyle's balls tightened visibly, the denied orgasm making his shaft jerk and leak. She kept the pressure steady until the urge passed, then released him with a light slap to the head.

Kyle's breathing came ragged. His cock stood rigid, angry red and dripping.

Ella stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Stay hard for her," she said, voice low. She stepped out of the shower, leaving him aching and denied.

Outside, she found Cassandra frozen by the door. "He's ready," Ella said with a wicked smile. "Go. Now."

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