Chapter 9: Unleashed

The sun burned hot as Elena parked in Tyler’s driveway. Her car’s engine went quiet. Tyler was slumped in the passenger seat. He was out cold from exhaustion.

“Wake up, handsome,” Elena teased. “Time to get you inside.”

Tyler stirred with a sleepy grin. “You’ll have to carry me. My legs are toast.”

She smirked, stepping out of the car. She opened his door, leaning in close. “Come on, champ. I’ve got you.” The casual use of the word “champ” hit her like a spark. She recalled Caleb’s dream and “whatever it takes” plan. She had found the answer to her dilemma.

Tyler grabbed her arm for support. He leaned heavily against her as they shuffled to the house. The luxurious house was empty as usual. Elena steadied him while he fumbled with the key. She pushed the door open to step into the silent living room.

“You’re a wreck,” Elena said. Her green eyes scanned him from head to toe. “You need more than a shower. Let’s clean you up.”

Tyler raised an eyebrow. “You’re joking, right?”

She kept her eyes steady. “Not even a little. You’re barely standing, Tyler. I’m not letting you collapse.” Her playful smirk softened the edge.

He was too drained to resist. She helped him walk towards a huge bathroom. It was all sleek marble and fancy faucets. Elena turned on the shower to hot. The steam started to fill the room with warmth.

Tyler leaned against the sink for support. His broad shoulders were sagging. His body was spent but his eyes were locked on hers. The air buzzed with electric tension.

“Strip,” she commanded. Her voice matched the steamy room. “I can step out if you want.”

His desire shimmered at her words. “I’m good,” he croaked.

He tugged off his singlet. His shorts hit the floor next. Every move made his muscles ache, but her eyes on him dulled the pain.

Elena didn’t flinch at his nakedness. Her gaze was bold and unashamed. She guided him under the hot spray and stepped behind him fully clothed. Her hands grabbed a soapy sponge to wash him.

Warm water felt good against his tired body. He sighed in delight as Elena helped him wash up. Her hands moved with purpose. She scrubbed the sweat and dirt from his skin and helped him ease his stiff muscles.

Tyler sighed as she scrubbed his chest and tight abs. Her fingers brushed lower to graze his cock and balls. His cock hardened at her touch but she didn’t linger. Her hands moved towards his legs.

“Tease,” he whimpered in protest.

She looked him in the eye and reached for his cock again. Her fingers gripped his length hard and she gave a deliberate tug. “All in due time,” she promised.

Tyler exhaled sharply. The mix of clinical care and raw sensuality set his nerves on fire. Her hands were everywhere, her breath close enough to feel. She rinsed him clean while steering his need.

Elena helped him out of the shower and dried him. She stopped him when he tried to wrap a towel around his waist.

“I’m not done with you,” she said slowly. “Your room. Now.”

He led the way without question. His bedroom was sparse. A bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. She was about to comment when the walls stopped her short. They were plastered with photos from her modeling days. Each one bold and sensual, carefully chosen to scream desire. The snapshots of her beauty frozen in time. Her breath caught in surprise. An amused look flickered across her face.

“Obsessed much?” she teased him with a wicked grin. “How long have you been collecting these?”

Tyler’s cheeks flushed. “Since I first saw you at the gym,” he admitted. “Couldn’t help it.”

Her laughter was warm. “You’re too honest for your own good.” She closed the distance and pulled him into a hug. Her lips crashed into his with a sudden hunger. The kiss was fierce. His body screamed for rest but his desire burned hotter. The kiss broke too soon and left him dizzy.