I went to Instagram first but got bored and went over to Facebook. I was a member of various reader groups, and it had been a few days since I’d checked in. I got some of the best book suggestions from these groups.
As I read through some posts, I found quite a few books I wanted to read, and I commented on others where people asked for recommendations.
Someone brushed my arm as they sat down on the stool next to me. I looked up to see an older but very handsome gentleman. His dark hair was silver on the edges, but it only made him more striking.
I quickly looked away before he caught me staring and went back to my phone.
Thankfully, I found a story that had me laughing, and I momentarily forgot about the man next to me.
“If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love to hear what is so funny.”
I lifted my head and glanced around. I pointed to my chest. “Me?”
The gentleman smiled. “Yes, you. I heard you laughing, and it’s been a long day. I could use a laugh.”
“Okay, but if I repeat it, it’s not going to be funny. I’m not a good storyteller.”
He motioned with his hand. “Let me read it for myself then.”
“Are you going to steal my phone?” I asked coyly.
He looked down at his very expensive suit and back up at me. “Maybe. Not because I need it, but because today was very boring, and I could use some entertainment.”
This made me smile, and I pushed my phone over to him. “Have at it.”
He picked up my cell, and I sipped my wine while he read. Soon, he was laughing out loud, and then he pushed my mobile back over to me.
“Good story, huh?”
“It was exactly what I needed.” He lifted his glass to me. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Are you here for business or pleasure?” he asked me.
“Business. I take it, you are too?”
“Yes. But it would be much better if it were for pleasure,” he said, meeting my eyes.
I blushed and turned away.
The man was very handsome, but for some reason, my mind immediately went to Seth, and I felt like I was betraying him.
It was such a bizarre thought.
I had come to the conclusion that I liked Seth, and he wasn’t like some of the other stuck-up rich people I knew, but I also realized that I had a little bit of a crush on him, which was inconvenient. Seth was my boss, and even if he wasn’t, he was way out of my league.
This man was out of my league, too, but the difference was, we both knew it would be a one-night stand with a stranger who lived in a different town and probably a different state. He didn’t have to worry about what his social circle would think of me. And I didn’t have to worry about impressing him or keeping up with him either. It would only be about sex.
I knew I’d said I didn’t like rich people, but a few hours of pleasure wouldn’t hurt me, would it?
I held out my palm. “I’m Tessa,” I said.
He shook my hand and squeezed. “I’m Gregory.”
Seth
I paced back and forth in my hotel room.
When I had gotten upstairs after dinner, I had tried to work some more. That wasn’t even remotely successful.
I had also tried to watch TV and even called my mom and then my brother, Dex, to see how my nephew was doing. I was desperate, yet nothing was working to keep my mind off of Tessa.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I went looking for her.
All day, I had been thinking about how good she had felt against me last night and how much I’d liked waking up with her in my arms.
I had liked it too much because I woke up with a painful erection that refused to go away. My stupid dick would not let me enjoy lying in bed with Tessa. It was too busy, thinking about being inside her, to the point that it was all I could think about after a while. Eventually, I gave up and left her bed.
I had tried to go back to sleep in my own room, but I’d been too horny, so I had gotten up for the day and started some work.
So, going downstairs to the bar while I was running low on sleep wasn’t the best idea I’d had, but I didn’t care. I wanted to know what Tessa was doing. I was still irritated with her for telling me that she wanted to have Ryan Jackman’s babies. It wasn’t like he was here in our hotel, but it bothered me enough that I wanted to check on her.
The bar was crowded when I got there, and I couldn’t find her right away. There were two elevators, and I considered that maybe she had gone upstairs on one while I had come down on the other. But then a small group of people parted, and there she was, sitting at the bar.
And she wasn’t alone.
I gritted my teeth and headed right for her.
I was already fuming before I reached her, but when she arched her beautiful neck and laughed at whatever the guy had said, I was pissed. To make matters worse, he put his hand on top of hers, and she didn’t pull away.
Only from years of putting up a good front while working with asshole clients was I able to pull myself together when I reached her.
“Tessa,” I said with a smile to show that I came in peace. I put my hand on the small of her back and slid it up to the back of her neck to show the man with her that she wasn’t to be messed with.
He quickly snatched his hand away.
His back straightened. “I’m sorry. Tessa didn’t tell me she was here with anyone.”
I gave him a hard smile. “Well, she is.”
Tessa’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of us. “Gregory, you don’t understand,” she said.
He smiled politely at her, threw some bills on the bar, and said, “You don’t have to explain.” He nodded to the two of us. “I hope you have a good night.”
I dropped down in Gregory’s now-empty seat, where Tessa shot visual daggers at me.
“What did you do that for?”
I scoffed. “You know he only wanted to fuck you, right?”
I expected her to balk or gasp or be horrified.
She completely blindsided me when she said, “Yeah, Seth, I know. Why do you think I was talking to him?”
Because I hadn’t been prepared for her response, my own burst out of me before I could stop it.
I got in her face and growled, “The only person who’s going to be fucking you tonight or any other day this week is me.”
This time, I got the initial reaction I had expected.
Her eyes rounded, and she sucked in a breath. “Bullshit,” she whispered.
I made a single nod toward her wineglass. “How many of those have you had to drink?”
Her eyes didn’t leave my face. “This is my first one.”
And it was only about half-empty.
This time, it was me who stood and threw bills on the bar top. But instead of saying good-bye, I grabbed her hand and led her back upstairs.
Chapter Sixteen
Tessa
Seth pulled me into the elevator behind him, determination in his whole body. He didn’t let go of my hand as he turned us around to face the front, and I gave an experimental tug to see if he’d let go.
He didn’t budge.
And when another couple started walking toward us, Seth hit the Close Door button and barked out, “Get the next one.”
The couple was too startled to argue, and seconds later, it was the two of us, alone.
I turned to him to ask him what had gotten into him when he pushed me against the wall and took my mouth.
His free hand cupped my face as his lips landed on mine. Within seconds, he urged my mouth open and slid his tongue inside.
I was pretty sure no one’s boss was supposed to taste this good.
He kissed his way down my cheek and sucked on my neck, pushing his hard length against me.
I gasped, digging my hands into his sides and rubbing my cleft against him. “Oh God,” I muttered.
Foreplay with one’s boss definitely shouldn’t feel this good
.
I was so into Seth’s actions that I barely noticed the doors to the elevator opening until he pulled away from me and took my hand again.
When we reached our suite, he already had his key card out and opened the door within seconds. He tugged me inside and pushed me against the wall to kiss me again. My purse slid off my shoulder and landed with a thunk by our feet.
He lifted his head to meet my eyes. “Unless you tell me no, I’m going to take you into my room and fuck you so good. But only if you want to.”
I licked my bottom lip. “Yes.”
Groaning, he swiped his thumb over my wet lip and then grasped the front of my neck. “I can’t wait to take you,” he said against my mouth and dropped to his knees.
I shivered. I couldn’t wait either.
He unbuttoned the front of my pants and pulled one leg out of my underwear and pant leg. He kissed the side of my thigh and looked up. As he stared into my eyes, he put his mouth on my cleft and licked my clit.
His tongue was hot and gentle at first. I clutched at the wall with one hand and his hair with the other, but soon, I was rubbing my crotch on his face.
There was a moment of clarity that I was going to be embarrassed about this tomorrow, but right now, I was chasing an orgasm and didn’t give a single damn.
I shouldn’t be surprised that Seth was a master at giving head, but I was surprised when he stood up before I could come.
“What did I ever do to you?” I whined.
He chuckled and kissed me. “You’ve been driving me crazy since the moment you walked up to me and demanded who I was. And as a reward to myself for keeping my hands off you this long, you’re not coming until I’m inside you.”
He slid his hands under my butt, picked me up, and carried me to the bedroom. As he laid me on the bed, he was already pulling off the other leg of my pants. He pushed my legs up and out and rubbed his fingers on me.
I flinched. “If you’re not going to finish, stop teasing.”
He smiled and pushed two fingers into me.
A low moan escaped me.
“Not teasing. I just wanted to check how ready you were for me.”
“Very ready.”
“That’s what they all say.”
I thought he was making a joke about all the women wanting him until he stripped off his shirt and unzipped his pants. He pushed his boxers and jeans off his hips, and the most impressive cock I’d ever seen sprang out and slapped him on the stomach. It almost touched his belly button.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
“Now, you understand why I need you ready,” he said matter-of-factly and not cocky at all. His confidence without the arrogance was sexy as hell.
I tugged on the bottom of my shirt to pull it off. “Please tell me you have a condom.” To wait this long and not get to have Seth inside me would be the worst thing about the whole trip.
My shirt made it over my head, and I flung it aside as a row of condoms landed on the bed beside me.
My eyes widened. “Are all those for me?”
He smirked. “Maybe. I guess we’ll see how much you want it.”
“Oh, I want it.”
“As much as you wanted Gregory?”
I licked my lips. “More. Much more. The only reason Gregory was in the picture was because I didn’t think I had a chance with you.”
Seth ran his hands down the inside of my legs and brushed his thumbs over my mound. “Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know. Just because.”
He pushed one thumb against my clit but didn’t move. “That’s not true. I know you know.”
He circled my bundle of nerves but only once, and I whimpered.
“Tell me, and you get more.”
It was hard to think when I was so turned on, but I picked the most obvious reason and hoped he accepted my answer.
“Okay, well, how about you’re my boss and I’m your employee?”
Circle…circle…circle.
“I thought we already talked about this on the plane. I don’t actually employ you. There’s more.”
I shook my head.
He pushed his other thumb inside me. “Don’t lie, Tessa.”
This man could teach classes in torture.
“As if you don’t know that you’re hot and rich and nice, I mean, let’s not forget Amy.”
He gave me some more stimulation, playing me like I was a piano and he was Beethoven. “Thank you for the compliment, but what does that have to do with you?”
“I’m none of those things,” I admitted. “Except nice but only when I want to be. I’m not even close to being rich, and while I know I’m pretty, I’m not nearly as hot as you.”
“There, that wasn’t so hard,” he said.
I was prepared for him to step away from me and go for the condoms, but he didn’t stop touching me. He withdrew his thumb and pushed two fingers into my pussy as he continued to rub my clit.
I gripped the bedding underneath me as my breathing both quickened and shallowed. I was so close, but I held off, remembering what he’d said. Stopping mid-orgasm was worse than not having one at all.
He must have sensed my hesitation. “Come, Tessa. It’s okay. I got you.”
I let go, and as soon as my climax hit, Seth pulled his hand from inside me and drove his cock in there instead.
My already-strong orgasm hit me even harder as he stretched my walls. My back arched off the bed, and I thought I might pass out from lack of air. But I didn’t care because I was floating on the best pleasure high ever.
“Perfection,” Seth said, cupping my breasts and thumbing my nipples as my senses returned.
He slid his cock from my body and went for a condom.
“Roll over,” he said, and I slowly got onto my hands and knees.
I heard the tearing of the wrapper and a sigh as he put the rubber on.
I wiggled my ass to let him know I was ready. Orgasm or not, I wanted to feel him pound his beautiful dick in me.
He gripped my hips and groaned. “I love these.”
“You do?” I knew some men liked big hips and big butts. I just hadn’t thought Seth would be one of them.
“Fuck yes,” he said and thrust inside me.
“Oh God.” I dropped down onto my chest, so my ass was in the air and so Seth’s dick would hit me—
Yes, right there.
He felt amazing in me, and stroke after stroke after stroke built me up until I felt like I could come again. I shoved my hand between my legs to touch myself and went straight for my swollen nub. I tapped my fingers against it to match Seth’s rhythm.
The stimulation did the trick, and I exploded again, but this time, I took Seth with me.
I was lying with my face still half-planted in the mattress, enjoying my post-coital bliss when he smacked my ass.
My pussy clenched around him, and my mouth dropped open. “Holy shit, what was that for?” It wasn’t too painful, just a little sting. But it had been very unexpected.
“For thinking you’re not good enough for me.” Smack. “And that’s for thinking you’re not good enough for anyone.”
“It’s not my fault. It’s the world we live in.”
Seth pulled out and shuffled into the bathroom, where I assumed he was disposing of the condom.
I rolled onto my side, and he lay down beside me.
“Ignore them. Society doesn’t speak for everyone,” he said as he ran his hands over me.
“I know.” Even though I wasn’t small or skinny, I’d had plenty of men want me in my adult life. “It’s just that you’re kind of society with your money and all.”
He pulled me against him. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’m not society. I’m me.” His cock grew hard against my stomach. “And I want you. I guess I’ll have to show you how much.”
Chapter Seventeen
Tessa
I blinked up at the ceiling. Just after four in the morning, according to the clock on the nights
tand, and something had woken me. The good news was, it wasn’t a bad dream. The bad news was, I thought my brain had processed last night, and now, I was fully aware that I’d been sleeping in my boss’s bed.
Putting my hand over my eyes, I stifled a groan. Last night felt so surreal. Almost like it hadn’t happened or that it’d happened in a movie, except for the very naked man sleeping next to me.
I couldn’t quite believe we’d had sex.
The best, most excellent sex—he was better in bed than I’d ever imagined he’d be—but sex nonetheless.
And now, I didn’t know what to do.
The careless, throw caution to the wind woman I had been last night was still sleeping. And the consequences of my actions woman was wide awake, and she was worried that she had messed up her job. Even though Seth had reminded me that I wasn’t technically his employee, he might feel differently this morning.
But I wasn’t going to get anything figured out if I stayed in his bed. So, I gently slipped out from under the covers and tiptoed out of the room after picking up my clothes. I made a quick stop in the entryway to pick up my purse and headed for my own room.
When I got there, I crawled into my bed because it was still early. But that didn’t stop me from grabbing my phone, so I could text Alexis.
Me: Are you sitting down?
I knew she was still sleeping, so I didn’t wait for her answer.
Me: I had sex last night.
Me: With Seth.
Me: Call me ASAP because I’m freaking out!
I forced myself to set my cell on the nightstand because my friend probably wouldn’t be up for a couple more hours, and constantly checking it wouldn’t make her respond any faster.
But knowing I wasn’t going to fall back asleep without some assistance, I also pulled my book from my purse, so I could read. Maybe inserting myself in someone else’s situation, even if fictional, would stop me from thinking about what I had done last night.
Thankfully, I was a book lover because I was able to get into my story after a few pages. I read only a few chapters before my eyelids felt heavy, but now, I didn’t want to stop because I was getting closer to the best part in the book.
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