“Halle,” Kinsley cuts through my thoughts.
Her eyes are wide and for a moment I start to wonder if the moan I heard was in my thoughts and didn’t come from me.
My eyes fall on Kinsley’s as heat spreads over my face, as the wetness floods in me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say, sliding out of the seat. My legs feel like jelly, as I test my balance. “I just need to use the restroom.” Looking down the hall, I look back to her and force a smile.
Racing down the hallway, I slip into the bathroom. Slamming the door shut behind me, I hit the lock before I collapse onto the closed lid.
“What the fuck?” I groan into my hands, feeling mortified. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
I seriously about orgasmed at a table in front of all my friends, just thinking about my ex-boyfriend putting his hands on me again. My ex who is sitting two feet away from me, much less.
I need to get my shit together and quick if I’m sticking to the plan.
I actually consider unbuttoning my pants and taking care of business myself, when there’s a light knock on the door, causing me to freeze.
“You alright in there?” Graham’s deep voice rumbles through the door. Each word vibrates through my body, as I squeeze my thighs together needing some friction between my legs.
Forcing out a deep breath, I stand and take in my appearance in the mirror. Am I alright? Holy shit, I don’t look alright. I look like a cat about to pounce.
“Yeah,” I say. Running my fingers through my hair, I pull on the front of my T-shirt to get a little air flow moving. I am so turned on, I feel like my body is overheating. “Just give me a sec.”
Turning on the water in the sink, I run the cool water over my hands before patting my cheeks trying to cool down my skin. I force myself to think of things, like the taste of black licorice and the smell of microwaved cauliflower, and just like that all the thoughts I had earlier evaporate from my mind.
Well, that is until I slide the bathroom door open and come face to face with the man who makes me think so many dirty thoughts, it should be considered illegal.
“Everything okay?”
Guessing by the look on his face, he knows exactly how not okay I’m feeling.
My eyes narrow at the comment and I want to tell him to just shut up. To close your mouth and not talk for the rest of the trip so I don’t have to listen to your ridiculously sexy voice.
No, I’m not okay. I’m the furthest thing from okay. I’m coming out of my skin right now, that’s how not okay I am.
He looks at me, his eyes looking down at my lips as I rub them together, before looking me straight in the eyes again.
“You need help with anything?”
For a moment I think he’s serious, but then his lip curls up at the edge in a smile, and I realize he’s fucking with me. He knows he’s getting under my skin now and he’s messing with me, thinking it’s funny.
That’s where he’s wrong, you see, because I have a plan. Forcing a smile on my face, I look up at him and grin.
Reaching out, I grab the front of Graham’s shirt and pull him closer to me. It’s a bold move, especially considering how close I’m treading to the brink of giving into him right now.
“That’s real sweet of you, Graham.” I look up at him, giving him a coy smile. “But I took care of it.”
I flash him a wink before stepping around him, walking back down the hallway and taking a seat at the table.
Point 1 for me.
10
Graham
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She’s killing me. Fucking killing me.
My eyes drink in their fill of her as she walks down the hallway like her ass is on fire.
Her legs. Fuck me, those legs. They’ve been the focal point of many of my fantasies. The look in her eyes, I knew that look. I remember what she looks like when she’s about to fall apart before me. I’ve memorized it and engraved it into my memory.
Reaching down, I adjust my aching cock in my pants.
I spend the rest of the trip doing my best to avoid Halle. I don’t even look her way. It’s early evening by the time we arrive in Chicago and check into the hotel. You’d think we’d all be tired from the traveling, but it’s the exact opposite. I’m just ready to get out and stretch my legs.
We opt to stay at the Westin hotel located downtown. Kinsley insisted on it since it’s the hotel where Callum stayed at when he was visiting Chicago the day he met Ellie. It’s also near Velvet. I haven’t been back here since before I moved.
After we check in, we decide to head up to our rooms with the plan to meet back down in the lobby in an hour to head to dinner. We all crowd into the elevator, making our way to our rooms.
Everyone here is coupled off, except for Halle and Brannon, so I decided to get my own room. The last thing I wanted to worry about was waking up in the middle of the night hearing shit I have no business hearin’.
As the elevator climbs higher and higher, everyone slowly exits the elevator and before too long it’s just Halle and me alone together once again.
Leaning against the back wall, I look forward with my eyes fixed on Halle in the mirror in front of us. I know she is aware of my eyes on her, as she stares up at the monitor reading the floors as we make our way to the eighth floor.
The elevator dings as we make our arrival and, once again, she’s out of the door like the devil is hot on her heels. With my bag in my hand, I follow along right behind her and am surprised when I see her stop at Room 827.
The odds are working in my favor apparently, as I move to stand next to her, holding my keycard in front of the scanner to Room 825.
“See you at dinner, Halle,” I say, just as the green light flashes and I open the door.
She mutters out a response, before she quickly scurries inside and the door slams behind her.
The entire time I’m in the shower, my mind is back on her. I picture her in the room next door, crawling up onto the bed. I think about her slipping those shorts over her hips and down her sexy as fuck legs, before her hand slides down between them, rubbing her fingers over her clit.
I imagine her thinking about me, pretending it’s me who’s touching her, my mouth that’s between her legs, up her stomach, before my lips wrap around her nipple. The thought of her shuttered breaths as she lets out a quiet moan forces me to squeeze my dick so hard, I worry the damage I could do, as cum shoots out onto the tile of the shower wall.
Pressing my arm against the wall, I let the steady stream of water fall against my back as I struggle to gather my breath and not collapse on the floor.
Pulling myself together, I finish washing up in the shower before stepping out and drying off with the towel. As much as I hate to admit it, I feel a lot better.
The weather in Chicago is warm, despite the cool breeze at night whipping through the windy city. I go for more of a casual look, dressed in my dark denim jeans, boots, and heathered button up shirt.
Checking the time, I pause for any sign that maybe Halle is next door and I consider waiting until I hear her door opening and closing before I head down to the lobby. Deciding against it though, I quickly put on deodorant and cologne and head down to meet my friends.
I don’t see Halle there, so I was right. She’s still getting ready. I picture her standing in the bathroom with her hair and makeup products littering the counter, music playing on her phone while she gets ready.