He rolls my already hardened nipple between his thumb and finger, pinching it and causing my pussy to tighten around him, pulling a groan from both of us.
I’m close to my second orgasm, and my clit rubs against his cock as I slide up and down at the perfect angle and press my chest against his. “Hayden,” I moan breathily as my entire body tenses and pleasure takes over.
Both of his hands are back on my ass, gripping it tightly, pushing me further onto his cock as I come and feel him jerk in me, coming inside me as I requested.
Oh. Shit.
I am completely addicted to that feeling.
And I know I am in trouble.
I stare at Lola, asleep and naked next to me in the suite that won’t even be open to guests for another few months or so, but I own it, so fuck it.
I can’t remember the last time I fell asleep with a woman, but that’s exactly what I did with Lola last night.
How could she trust me with something so huge? And not only the first time, but she let me fuck her again and again.
Without protection.
I have no idea what any of this means, and I definitely don’t know or like what it means that I'm watching her sleep like a fucking creeper.
I hear a phone ringing somewhere in the room and drag my tired body off the bed to try to find it. The ringing stops by the time I find my pants and my phone in the pocket.
It wasn’t the one ringing, but I have several texts from Gretchen and a shitload of business emails. For the first time in a long time, I ignore it all and toss it on the ottoman at the foot of the bed. I pull my slacks on and button them before finding Lola’s skirt from last night.
No pockets.
I move into the living room and find her purse, which I guess she placed by the door when we got here, and I hear the phone going off again. I grab the bag and walk into the bedroom where Lola is stirring because of the sound.
She looks tired and still so fucking beautiful with her hair matted and squinting eyes assaulted by the sunlight. “Is that my phone?”
“It must be.” I hand her the purse. She quickly finds her phone and looks at the screen.
“Viv.” I have no idea who Viv is until she adds, “my nephew’s mom.”
I nod. “You should take it. I’m going to see if I can find some coffee.”
Her smile is infectious as she nods her head approvingly. “If you don’t offer coffee, I’m definitely deducting a star.”
I roll my eyes, but I actually fucking smile until I see another text pop up on my phone. Lola answers hers as I grab mine and go down to the kitchen.
I look at my phone as I walk down the stairs. Fifteen fucking text messages from my assistant is about fourteen too many. And it’s nothing important, but the last one asks if we should meet today to go over the next purchase order.
I quickly text her back to let her know we don’t need to meet for that.
I really fucked up when I slept with her.
I think about Lola upstairs, naked in bed with my cum between her legs and probably still on her hip. My dick twitches at the thought. How I can want more after last night, I'm not sure. But fuck if I don’t.
Still, I know it was a fuck-up. Not only do we have a professional relationship, I’m also hiding something from her. Something big.
“Hayden?” I look to where the voice is coming from, and my mouth waters when I see Lola in only my white shirt with one button fastened at the waist. The shirt hits her mid-thigh, and the arms are way too long, but I’ve never seen a sexier sight.
“Hey. Sorry. I had to text Gretchen.”
Shit. I probably shouldn’t mention the last girl I fucked before her, but she’s classy and professional as fuck as she joins me in the kitchen. “If you need to catch up on work, I’m more than capable of finding a Starbucks.”
That’s the last thing I want. I almost feel panicked as my hand wraps around her waist, pulling her body into mine. “Not before a shower.”
She smiles. “Are you telling me I smell bad?”
I dip down to her neck, letting my lips drift over her neck and down to her collarbone, taking in her flowery scent mixed with my own and the musky scent that only comes from a night full of sex. It’s fucking intoxicating. “No,” I growl deeply as I nip her skin and relish the feeling of her body against mine.
I don’t like how desperate I already seem to be for her. She’s practically a stranger.
It’s infatuation.
That’s all it is.
That and she’s a really, really good lay.
“Coffee.” I raise my head to look at her, and she lifts on her tip toes to nip my bottom lip. “Then shower.”
I nod in agreement and move back to the kitchen, searching for coffee until I hit the jackpot and find several self-serve coffee makers for the rooms along with the gourmet coffee packs. After brewing coffee, we return to the suite and sit on the sofa.
“You like having your nephew and his mom living with you?”
She sips the hot coffee, hissing from the heat and then holding it with two hands. “I do. I actually love it, which is surprising.”
I watch her, hating how interested I am in her answers to my questions. “Why’s that?”
She shrugs her shoulder, being careful not to spill the hot coffee. “I love my siblings, but I've always been kind of a loner. I liked living alone.” She smiles. “Or so I thought.”
“Yeah, I get that.”
“I bet you do.” She smiles, taking another attempt at the hot coffee. “That was her on the phone. She’s definitely not used to me staying out all night.”
That odd sense of pride swells in my chest again. I’m the only guy she’s let inside her. Fuck. “You tell her where you were?”
“I told her I was working.” I quirk an eyebrow, and she laughs. “Not a total lie.”
“I don’t remember talking much about business.”
She flushes, and I take a drink of my coffee. “Are we working today?”
We should. I have a lot to do before this hotel opens, but I don’t want to think about work. My eyes skim over her pretty face as she takes another careful drink of coffee. “Probably.”
“At least we know the bed is comfortable.”
“Product testing is important.”
I love the flicker of playfulness in her eyes. Though this side of her is dangerous. She’s letting me see a part of her not many see.
And the guilt stabs me as sharp as a knife.
“Do you always test out the beds before you open hotels?”
I study her intently. Is she asking me if I always fuck someone in the beds? Stay the night with someone? She doesn’t seem jealous. “Not with someone else, but I do test the beds. And the showers. The food. Everything has to have my stamp of approval.”
She takes another drink. “I like that about you. Details are important.”
“I won’t open a hotel unless it’s somewhere I’d stay myself.”
Her eyes drift around the room. “Well, I’d definitely stay here again.”
This is all going to blow up in my face very soon, but I can’t help myself. I place my coffee on the table next to the couch and lean closer to Lola. “You can’t say that for certain yet.”
She also puts her coffee down, her hands resting on the sofa cushion between us. “And why is that?”