I needed to get the hell out of here before all of that happened.
Leaning into the door, I peered through the slats to see where the maids had gotten to. I didn’t see any streaks of white, so I was hoping they were finished in the master suite and had moved onto another room. I silently made a prayer then slowly pushed open one closet door. When it was partially open, I poked my head out and looked around. I was thankfully alone in the room.
I pushed the door the rest of the way open and came out of the closet. I had the distinct sense that someone was laughing at me. It was a strange feeling. I rubbed a hand over my chest and turned around to glance back into the closet. I glared at the case. This is all your fault.
Then I swore I heard a low masculine chuckle emanating from everywhere at once.
Without waiting to see if the coast was clear, I high-tailed it out of the room and back down the stairs. I passed a surprised maid in the library but didn’t stop to talk to her, although she called after me. I just kept on speed walking until I was out of the room and rushing down the hallway to the elevator. I didn’t take in a breath until the doors slid open and I was safely inside. I pressed the button for my floor and leaned back against the wall.
Once inside my room, I collapsed onto the bed and sighed. I couldn’t believe I nearly did what I was thinking of doing in some hotel closet. I giggled and rolled on my bed. I was a complete idiot. If I wasn’t careful I was going to lose my job.
I checked my phone and saw I had three missed calls from Carmen. She was anxious for my story. For any little juicy tidbit. I just didn’t have any tidbits. Not for her ears anyway. I still had a couple of hours to kill before I had to go to the conference and the reading. I still couldn’t believe I agreed to do it.
I rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom. My back was still sticky and sweaty as were other parts of my anatomy. I’d shower, change and head over to the center. But first I had just one little matter to take care of before I could concentrate of anything else.
I shed my clothes, turned on the shower and stepped inside. I set my foot up on the wall and decided to take care of business. Thinking of Jonathan I slid my hand down between my thighs and released all the pent up frustration I had about him. And about not having him.
Chapter Ten
The auditorium was packed for the readings. I felt the first tremors of fear as I waited off stage for my turn. I had spoken in public before.
Often, I hosted the staff meetings at the Hot Gossip office. Putting up the projector, handing out itineraries, passing out jelly doughnuts. But this…this was very different. I was about to go onstage in front of hundreds of people and read an erotic piece of fiction that I wrote. A sexual fantasy that I typed with Jonathan in mind.
The sound of applause had me swallowing down the bile rising in my throat. I was next. Damn, why was I doing this to myself? I wasn’t a masochist, was I? As my name was called, I walked out onto the lit stage.
I scanned the crowd, gazing at all the female faces. Then my eyes settled on the side of the room, near the front and I stumbled forward. The audience tittered as I grabbed the provided chair and righted myself. My face went beet-red as I smiled. I sat down on the chair, crossed my legs, swallowed audibly, and wondered why Jonathan was standing in the audience, watching me. Didn’t he have a meeting to attend?
I glanced down eyes wide, mouth dry, at the erotic story I’d written. There was no way in hell I was going to read this while he was listening. Not when he would know it was about him.
I looked up and saw the expectant faces of the audience. I looked to the side of the stage where Gwen stood in support. He nodded to me in encouragement. I looked back to the audience and over to Jonathan. He was watching me without judgment on his face. Without the little smile he usually wore. He looked interested in what I had to say. Interested in me.
I cleared my throat and began. “A man I hardly know plagues my dreams. My waking hours consist of erotic thoughts and sexual notions. I have a deep intense ache inside my belly that I wish I could dull. My sex throbs, and my heart twinges with every thought of him. He is a man I desperately want and need but do not know if I can have.”
By the time I was finished reading my story, my sex throbbed hard. I had no idea that reading it aloud, especially with Jonathan in attendance, could be so arousing. The way my body had vibrated last night was in no comparison to how I quivered with lust right now. My heart beat like a hummingbird’s wings inside my chest. I was either going to throw up or orgasm. I wasn’t sure which as I stood up on wobbly legs to thunderous applause.
I smiled to the crowd and glanced briefly at Jonathan. His face was hard, and his eyes had narrowed to thin slits. I had seen that look before. When I had taken his cock in my hand and slipped it into my mouth. Oh dear God, I needed some fresh air. I rushed off the stage and headed for the nearest exit, trying desperately not to teeter off my three-inch heels.
I pushed through the exit door and took in some much-needed deep breaths. I brought a trembling hand to my face and wiped away the sweat that slicked my upper lip and brow. I was sweating everywhere. Even my thighs felt sticky, but I was unsure if that was just from sweat.
“You have a way with words.”
I gasped and swung around. Jonathan stood a foot away, his jaw clenched and his eyes dark. His tie was askew and the top two buttons on his shirt were undone.
“Yeah, who knew?” I chuckled nervously. “I was sure you had some kind of meeting.”
“Canceled it.”
I was surprised. Very surprised and secretly pleased.
“Why?”
He stepped in closer to me. “I wanted to listen to your words.”
“And?”
“And I can think of nothing else. Your words have inflamed me. And no amount of water could douse this fire.”
“And what would?”
“Only one thing I can think of.” He stepped in closer to me, close enough I could feel the heat flowing from him. It was like standing in front of a pottery kiln. “Is this.” He fisted his hands in my hair and brought my mouth up to his.
He kissed me like a man in desperate need of my air. He ravaged my mouth, darting his tongue in and out. I moaned into him, grabbing on to his shirt for purpose. I would’ve fallen to my knees if I didn’t hang on as he dragged me into his feverish kiss.
“Do you have a car here?” I panted as I nipped at his lower lip.
“Yes, but it’s too far.” He looked around the area. “Come with me.” He untangled them and took me firmly by the hand, leading me to a small clump of bushes around the corner of the convention center. It was secluded. At least no one was there right now.
I looked at them then back to Jonathan. I raised my brow in question.
Growling low in his throat, he pounced on me. We tumbled into the bushes and ended up in a small, enclosed space behind them, with soft lush grass. Perfect.
Jonathan rolled on top of me, tangling his hands in my hair as he kissed my chin then down my neck. I moaned as rapture surged over me. I was desperate for him. Desperate to feel his flesh, to taste his male flavor on his slick skin. I pulled at his shirt, so I could slip my hands underneath the fabric and feel the hard planes of his chest.
He had my skirt already hiked up by the time I was able to sneak my hands up under his shirt. He was busy stroking the insides of my thighs with his quick clever fingers. I spread my legs to give him much needed access to my other parts. The parts that ached and throbbed for his touch. So much that I had trouble forming a thought or a word. I just grunted, moaned, and groaned, encouraging him to hurry.
He must have understood my unintelligible demands as his fingers slipped past the thin band of my gstring and into the soft folds of my sex.
“Oh, God, Yvette, you’re…”
“Killing you?” I panted.
“Oh, God, yes.”
My hands streaked down to the band of his pants and quickly undid them. I reached in and released
his cock from within his boxer shorts. Bless the man that made boxers with a peek-a-boo slit in the fabric. He must have been horny when he drew the design.
I bit my lip as his fingers stroked my wet slit with deft skill. He moved them down then up to find my swollen achy clit. He circled his fingers over it, pressing firmly but not hard. I could feel a quick, intense climax building deep inside.
I stroked his cock as he slid a finger deep inside me. He slipped it in and out slowly, circling it around, feeling every inch of me. My breath hitched in my throat as rushes of elation surged over my delicate flesh. I was very close. I wanted to come with him inside me. I wanted him to feel my muscles contract around him.
I spread my legs wider and bent my knees. Jonathan settled between them, kissing and nibbling on my neck, his breath coming in heated pants. I pulled on his cock, edging him closer to my opening.
He moved his lips up to my ear. “Um, I don’t have anything.”
I stopped my hand and looked into his face. What was he talking about? I stared at him blankly.
“You don’t have a condom?”
“Oh, yeah, hold on a sec.” I felt around for my purse, found it under my butt, and unzipped it. I came away with a condom, super sized. I had a feeling this afternoon, so I slipped some in my purse. Lucky me!
“What did you think I meant?” He grinned slyly.
“Never mind. Doesn’t matter now.” I tore open the package and took out the condom. “It’s ribbed for my pleasure.”
He grinned as I moved to slip the latex over his throbbing cock. “Perfect.”
The rubber slipped over him easily. It was thoroughly lubricated. Although I didn’t think we’d need it. I was already past the lubricated part and into sopping wet. I tugged on his cock, urging him forward.
Jonathan leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth as he pressed into me. We moaned in unison as he filled me completely. I wrapped my arms around him as he rocked into me. His pace was quick and vigorous, and I soon felt the first flutters of my orgasm take me up, spiraling me into the air.
Jonathan buried his head into the nook of my neck and my hair. I moved my hands up, wrapped them into his soft silky hair, and held on as he rode me hard. I squeezed my eyes shut as he dug his fingers into my ass, lifted me slightly and pulled me forward as he thrusted. The motion was very advantageous to hitting my g-spot.
For a brief moment I thought about what if someone saw us. Then that just made me hotter. I had no idea I was into voyeurism until I’d met Jonathan. Then I was all willing to do it wherever we could. He had that kind of control on me. If he had asked me to drop my panties and bend over a chair on the stage in the auditorium, I might have well done it.
My heart hammered in my throat as Jonathan hammered between my thighs. I couldn’t get enough of him. I dragged my nails across his back. He moaned against my neck. The vibrations of it caressed my skin. Then he was licking me there, and then nibbling. I let my head fall back as he ravaged me.
I was close to coming. All my muscles clenched tight.
“Yes. Good God yes,” I groaned.
Panting hard I could barely function. I tore at Jonathan, grabbing him and pushing him at the same time. Until an explosion erupted inside my sex. At the same time, I felt a sting on my neck. Jonathan must’ve bitten down on my flesh. It didn’t matter as I came in a heart-pounding tidal wave of pleasure. It was quick, intense, and beautiful. I could hardly breathe as white spots flashed behind my eyes.
Again he muttered something in another language, then tensed, groaned and thrust deep within me, fulfilling his own climax. I could feel his cock surge as my contracting muscles squeezed around him holding him in a loving embrace.
We lay there, intimately connected until our breathing eased, and our hearts stopped racing. I opened my eyes and licked away the sweat that had dripped onto my lips. I turned my head and giggled as I saw Jonathan’s slack and satisfied face pressed against my neck.
A slow and easy grin spread across his glowing face. “Maybe we should do this in a bed sometime.”
“Why? This was just perfect.”
He raised his head slowly, grimacing as if in pain. He smiled down at me. “Well, I’d actually like to see you fully naked.”
“Really? That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
Jonathan laughed and pressed a playful kiss to my smiling mouth. I tasted something metallic on his tongue. He must’ve bitten down on his own lip when he’d come.
“You’d have to take me out on a real date if you want to see me naked. I’m not easy, you know.”
“Okay, how about right now?”
I flinched. He had taken me off guard. I didn’t think he would agree so quickly or easily.
“You’d take me out…in public?” I said with mock surprise, but deep down inside I was very surprised.
“Yes. I could always say you’re potential client for my new publishing house.”
Right, I thought. Of course, he could. My smile faded, and I pushed up against him to sit up.
He frowned. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, of course not. Nothing I didn’t expect.”
I pushed down my skirt and scrambled to my feet. Jonathan stood and pushed his cock back into his trousers, zipping up the fly. He tucked in his shirt while I smoothed out my hair.
“So, we’re on then?”
I smiled and nodded. “I’ll meet you in the lobby at say ten o’clock?”
“Okay.”
I peeked out of the bushes. No one was around. I stepped out. Jonathan followed closely behind. We stood looking awkwardly at each other. Jonathan smiled then bent down to kiss me on the cheek.
“See you later.”
“Sure.”
Jonathan touched my cheek then turned to walk back to the convention center. He stopped before he rounded the corner and turned. “Oh, by the way, I loved your story.”
I laughed. I shook my head. He broke the tension, thank God; I didn’t think I could stand it any longer.
“I noticed.” I discreetly rubbed a hand over the front of my skirt.
He grinned and turned with a bounce in his step.
I watched him until he rounded the corner and disappeared from my sight. I sighed and rubbed a hand over my lips. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. How our passion had overcome our senses and washed them away. Well, pushed them over the bushes. I giggled to myself. Unbelievable.
“Where have you been, young lady?’
I jumped and turned around. Gwen stood there with his hand on his hip and a knowing smile on his angular face.
“Ah…”
Gwen reached out and grabbed a long piece of grass from my hair. He laughed as I blushed as red as a lobster.
“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll keep your secret.”
“Will you?”
“Oh yeah.” He waved his hand dropping the grass to the ground. “I have my own secrets to keep. The boys at the fire-hall would be quite surprised to see their own Gerry McDuff all dressed up.” He put a hand on his hip.
I burst out laughing.
Gwen put his arm around me and steered me back toward the convention center. “C’mon, hon, I’ll get you taxi back to the hotel so you can freshen up.” Then he frowned and touched my neck. “Girl, is that blood?”
He showed me his fingertips. They were stained red. I reached up and touched the exact spot. It was sore there. Must’ve been where Jonathan had bit me. But I hadn’t thought he’d done it that hard to break the skin.
“I figured him to be an animal, but girl, that shit is intense.”
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say. But my stomach rolled over when I remembered that flash of fang between his lips.
Chapter Eleven
By the time I arrived back at the hotel, I was both tired and achy from our intense bout of sex in the bushes and a bit creeped out about the bite on my neck. I had gone into the washroom in the convention center and looked.
There were indeed two tiny holes in my skin. Although it looked like they were healing quickly, which was weird, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I was all for nipping and biting during sex, it had its place, I wasn’t too sure I was into this. Whatever this was.
Despite all of that though, I was stoked for my date with Jonathan. I couldn’t get enough of him. I smiled wistfully to myself as I walked through the lobby, humming a little tune.
“Ms. Laurent?”
I stopped and turned back to the front desk. The young man that had checked me in was waving at me. I walked over to him.
“Messages for you.” He handed me a stack of small pink slips of paper.
I took them and marveled at how many there were. “Are you sure, these are all for me?”
“Yes. All from today.”
I took my messages and went up to my room. I sat down on the edge of the bed to read them. They were all from Carmen. And all marked Urgent.
I opened my purse and dug out my cellphone remembering that I had turned it off before the conference. I turned it on and it beeped madly at me. I had ten messages. I could just guess whom they were from. Flipping it open, I pushed my speed dial for Carmen’s office. She answered on the first ring.
“Where in hell have you been?”
“Um, the third level?”
“We have a real situation on our hands. Jasmine has been here making a stink.”
“I…”
“Shut up, Bradley. I’m talking.”
I was in definite trouble. Carmen only used my last name when I was in deep shit. Which so far had only been about three times and counting.
“She’s talking about bringing charges against you. Illegal entry. Theft. Physical assault.”
“Whoa, I didn’t assault her. A glass of tomato juice did.” The icy silence on the other end had me trembling. “Right, I’ll shut up.”
“I know she can’t prove shit, but the stink she’s causing is making the execs cringe. And when they cringe, they take it out on me. Therefore, I am taking it out on you.”
“Carmen, if I—”
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