In His Sleep

by Jennifer Talty

  “I can be whatever you need, hon,” Jose shot back. “I can be blond by morning.”

  “Don’t you dare. That would just mess up the other shoot. Either way, you’ll be working.” She leaned into Jose and rubbed her ruby lips against his stubbly face.

  “Well, you know how to reach me,” Jose said.

  While it was obvious that Jose posed no threat to Angie and that maybe she was a legit photographer looking for a model for some reason. It concerned him that other men might be coming up to her room. A woman, alone in a hotel, taking pictures of half-naked men, yeah, that had disaster written all over it.

  He jogged down the hallway. “I shouldn’t butt into you business,” he said catching her attention. “But don’t you think asking a strange man to your room to take pictures of them in the nude is asking for trouble? Especially since you are alone?”

  “They wear underwear.” Slowly, she inched her way toward him. A slight smile spread across her lips. “So, are you next?”

  “Next? Me?” The orange smell coming from her supple body smacked him senseless. His breath labored, and he didn’t think he’d be able to string two words together. “I don’t think so.”

  “You’re here, might as well show me your tightie-whities.”

  “Boxers,” he mumbled, feeling the effects of his alcohol consumption. “I’m flattered, but I was just going to my room to go to bed.” He nodded at the open door. “See. My room.”

  “Yeah, I see.” Once again, she wrapped her fingers around his arm. “Nice muscle tone.”

  “Thanks.”

  He felt like a piece of meat as she tilted her head this way and that way, giving him the once over. But he liked the way her eyes mentally undressed him. The way she admired him.

  All of him.

  “Great bones, too.”

  “Huh?” He clasped his hands in front of his erection.

  She cupped his face. “Cheekbones. Great cheekbones.”

  “Oh,” he managed. All the blood in his body raced to his cock. It pulsed in perfect unison with his heartbeat. Strong and steady.

  “Just a few pictures. It won’t hurt.”

  “I can’t. I’ve got an early meeting, and I’m really not interested. Not my thing, you know.” One would never know how truly gifted he was with the English language by the babble that came out of his mouth.

  “I really just want to take your picture. That’s all. I’m kind of in a bind with my boss.” She sighed, sending a ripple of desire to every limb on his body.

  “I wish I could help you out, but it’s not my thing.”

  “Too bad,” she said. “I’ve got a couple more guys coming up, so if you will excuse me.” She turned and slinked back down the hall. Her rounded ass moved in perfect unison with the rest of her tantalizing hips. He wanted to hold those hips and pound himself into her hot, wet pussy until her body crumpled in sheer pleasure.

  “I’m here if you change your mind.” And then she stepped back into her room and closed the door.

  “Damn.” He stumbled into his room with a full erection. The loud clank of metal hitting metal echoed in his ears but did nothing to ease the intense lust boiling in his veins. He’d like nothing more than to take Angie into his arms, ram his tongue deep into her mouth, and taste ever inch of her creamy skin. He wasn’t afraid of being with a woman. Sex he could handle. It was what usually happened after that was a different story all together.

  Being in a hotel only made his problem worse. He’d learned as a child, new surroundings increased his anxiety level, making it more likely he’d end up out in the hall, in his boxers, for the world to see. Worse part? He wouldn’t even know he’d been wandering the halls because he’d be sound asleep.

  Chapter Two

  Angie leaned up against the door and clutched her breasts. She squeezed them, and then rubbed her thumb across her taught nipple. She didn’t want to take his picture; she wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t stand.

  But since that wasn’t going to happen, she released the twins and snagged her boy-shorts from the bed, and then padded to the bathroom. She didn’t have time to deal with a hot hunk who didn’t want to give her the time of day.

  Robert Winds, dickhead and owner of Men’s Unlimited, products for the men of today, demanded he be present for the shoot. Like the CEO of this company knew anything about photography. Besides, she wasn’t used to the client being underfoot, scrutinizing her every move. She needed the freedom to allow her creative side to take charge. She was at her best when she could be barefoot and carefree.

  “Eddy,” she said to the mirror, wagging her toothbrush at herself. “Thanks for leaving me high and dry, yet once again.” Well, she wasn’t dry, but that had nothing to do with Eddy.

  Why Robert had asked for Eddy was beyond her. Okay, so at one time he was the most sought after male model in the United States. He acted like the hometown boy, and Angie had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. Once upon a time, she’d thought she had it all. The perfect job and the perfect husband. Not. Asshole screwed half the female population, and in their bed, including her maid of honor.

  Honor-smonor. The man put the in in front of the indecent.

  After brushing her teeth, she slipped into her comfortable sweats and tried to forget about Eddy and the problems he’d created. Kenny, her boss, had told her if she couldn’t make Robert happy, then she’d be flying solo. Eddy made Robert happy and this was her last chance to prove she’d moved beyond the mistakes of her past and turned a new leaf. Damn, she liked her job. She liked having a steady income and knowing she’d always have something, or someone, to shoot.

  She jumped between the sheets and let her body relax into the soft bed. Visions of Mr. Perfect danced in her head as she let her mind drift into dreamland. That was, until something jolted her from a peaceful dream. She shot upright, gasping. Her body beaded with perspiration. She rubbed her eyes, wondering what dream danced in her imagination. Probably her boss firing her by the way her heart pounded against her ribs.

  Her throat dried up like the Sierra desert. She reached for the bottle next to the bed, lifted it to her lips, but got nothing. “Damn.”

  She chucked it to the floor, threw back the sheets and got out of bed. No way would she drink tap water and that meant a trip down the hallway to get bottled.

  After finding her purse, she creaked open the door. There stood Mr. Perfect. In his perfect boxers. She swallowed, trying not to salivate too much. Amazing, her throat was no longer scratchy.

  If his front side shined like his rippled back, she’d have herself a winner. She’d seen the face and knew that to be a ten. Now, looking at his broad shoulders, bulging biceps, defined muscle etched in his back and legs, well, this was her man. “Hope you look just as yummy in tightie-whities.”

  “Not now,” he snapped. “I’m busy.”

  Busy? She took a moment to put her hormones on hold. “You really didn’t have to model for me in the hallway, and your hired.” She could think of a million different ways to get a girl’s attention, but this worked just as well.

  “That works.” He turned and stared at her with a glazed expression. “I have to go now. It’s time.” He looked down. “See. It’s time.”

  She followed his gaze and gasped. His hard cock pushed against the fabric, sticking almost straight out. “I can see,” she managed between raspy breaths.

  “Good. Then what are you waiting for.” His words slurred.

  Great. “You’re drunk.”

  She scowled. A hung-over model didn’t make for the most productive shoot. Figured. Everyone had some kind of flaw, she just found his. “You were planning on meeting me, right? That’s why you’re dressed like this.” She hated mistrusting his intentions, but wandering the halls with a hard-on in one’s skivvies couldn’t be seen as real smart.

  “I always dress this way.” He ran a hand through his blond curls. His gaze shifted everywhere but on her. “The meeting? That’s tomorrow. I have to wing it, b
ut something tells me I’ll be in good hands.”

  “Huh?” He didn’t appear to stagger, and his eyes seemed focused, but this conversation didn’t make sense, not even for a drunk guy. “What have you been drinking?”

  “Just a beer to get me past the nerves.” He turned in a circle, scratched his head, and then looked her dead on. As he leaned closer, his cock brushed her middle. A couple of inches lower and he’d be right on target. “What time did you need me, again?”

  “Ten. Down by the hot-tub.” Had she given him a time before?

  “Hot-tub? Do I need sunscreen? Will you have sunscreen? Do you need help with the sunscreen?”

  “Sunscreen might be a good idea,” she said. “I’ll have the area cleared. The hotel promised me they’d put up some dividers for privacy.”

  For the first time during this most bizarre encounter, he smiled. “Privacy. That will be nice. We’ll need lots of privacy for me to do the numbers thing.” He ran his fingers up her arms, barely touching, but creating enough heat to spin her good senses to outer space. She’d take his picture all right, but not until she had a chance to do some other things first.

  She rested both hands on his chest. “It’s not so private out here.” Her heart thumped, her head swirled, her face flushed, her nipples ached, and her crotch caught on fire.

  “This is fine.” His lips brushed against hers, cutting off her sensibilities. A volcano erupted inside her belly. Hot lava flowed from her, trickling down her legs. She eased her hand down his stomach, into his boxers, and wrapped her fingers around his thick cock.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered as he flicked his thumb over her nipple, repeating the motion.

  She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn’t manage any words. His one hand continued to massage and caress her tit while his other stretched out against the wall. He proceeded to gently moisten her lips with his hot, wet tongue.

  Her tongue eagerly greeted his as she sucked it deep into her the recesses of her mouth, and she continued to stroke him. Gently, she ran her fingers over the tip of his cock before heading for his firm, round balls.

  He moaned and pinched her nipple, turning and tugging. Her pussy so wet and hot she had to have him, right then and there. “Fuck me.”

  “Thinking about it,” he said as he glided his hand up her shorts and shot a finger into her hot pussy.

  “Yes.” She tilted her hips, leaning all the way against the wall giving him better access all the while trying to pull his cock completely out of his pants to hump him in the hallway. She had to move this into her room before someone saw them. That wouldn’t be good. But, then, he slipped a second finger deep inside. His hand moved swiftly, in and out, catching her clit at just the right moment. He teased her as she’d never been teased before, and she knew she was seconds from coming.

  “We...we...need to...oh God...” Wetness poured out of her and rolled down her legs. Her skin burned with passion so hot and pure she thought she heard angels sing.

  He yanked down her tank, exposing her tit. He toyed with the nipple for a moment with his fingers before licking it with his tongue.

  Her hips gyrated against his hand. “I want you inside me.”

  “Not yet,” he mumbled against her breast as he slipped his other hand inside her shorts and rubbed her with this thumb while he finger fucked her.

  “Oh, my, God.” She squeezed his cock as intense hot, throbbing pulses pounded inside her clit. Every cell in her body exploded simultaneously when her stomach quivered and shook like a wave that kept crashing into the shore.

  She dropped her head back against the wall, closing her eyes tight, trying to calm her breathing and erratic pulse. Every muscle in her body quivered with delight. She wanted more. Needed more. But just as she opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, he started to pull away.

  She opened her mouth to invite him into her room where she could give his dick all the attention it craved, but he hushed her with his index finger. “Until tomorrow.”

  He smiled as he adjusted her shorts. “Tomorrow.” He winked, blew her a kiss and then turned and walked down the hallway and into his room, leaving her breathless.

  She blinked a few times, collecting what was left of her sensibilities, if she had any.

  “What the fuck?” She wasn’t about to let him just leave. Besides, he hadn’t given her the chance to return the favor. She marched over to his door and pounded. “Hey. Open up.”

  “I’m tired. Long day,” he called. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “Nope. Not kidding. Later.”

  She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Maybe he was just the unselfish kind.

  “That was fucking weird,” she mumbled as she scurried down the hall to the vending machines. She needed water to quench her thirst and ice to cool the smoldering flames bursting within.

  Hiring him could only been seen as a good thing. Letting him bring her to orgasm in the hallway well that was a different story. A stupid story. Hopefully he’d been just drunk enough he wouldn’t remember in the morning.

  “No.” She shook her head. If he didn’t remember her cries of passion, then he wouldn’t remember the shoot. Talk about a double-edge sword.

  * * * *

  Chad blinked his eyes and tried to figure out where the hell he was because he wasn’t in Kansas anymore and Toto was nowhere to be found.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, flipping the switch. The chair he’d pushed in front of the door had miraculously been shoved across the room. He knew his evil twin had escaped. But what kind of damage had he done?

  He kicked the door, and then looked at the clock. Hopefully not too many people were milling about the halls at five in the morning, then again...

  “Oh, shit.” He pounded his head against the door, squeezing his eyes shut. His dick was practically sticking out of his boxers. Guess briefs would have been worse. “Oh, just fuck me.” He remembered something about Angie, a hot tub, and some heavy petting

  That didn’t make the hard-on go away.

  Could it have been only a dream? Being able to remember bits pieces of things that happened while sleeping was both a blessing and curse. He knew he must have had a conversation with someone in the hall. Someone he thought was Angie. Someone he touched intimately. He knew this because his hands smelled of sweet feminine sunshine. God, he hoped it was Angie he had just fondled, because if it weren’t, he’d probably be arrested by morning. But even if it had been Angie, he couldn’t decide if he ever wanted to see the woman again.

  He opened his eyes and stepped into the bathroom. Might as well shower and get ready for the day. Maybe it had been her, and maybe she’d thought whatever he had done to her was the hottest experience of her life.

  Right.

  Then again, maybe he hadn’t really been sleepwalking. Yeah, double right. Sleepwalking was something he did almost all the time. As a kid, it had only been when he’d been really scared or upset. He’d been terrified to go to college, and for the first three day’s he hadn’t slept. Then he tried sleeping during the day, but that hadn’t worked either. He’d gone home after the first semester.

  The nice things about hotels, they didn’t seem to run out of hot water. When he got out, his skin looked as if he’d aged about a hundred years. He opened his kit, pulled out his electric shaver, then stared at his distorted reflection in the fogged mirror.

  He finished shaving, and dressed in his white shirt, bold blue tie, and boring grey slacks. Well, they were designer, and he did look damn good in them. Pulling his belt though the pant loops he wondered if he should tap on Angie’s door and ask her if he’d been in the hallway and if they just happened to have a bizarre encounter of the sleeping kind.

  He chuckled. One woman he’d dated for a bit thought his sleepwalking was cute, until he managed to climb in bed with her twin sister. Well, they were identical. He had told her he sho
uldn’t spend the night, but she insisted. In the end, she’d been worried he’d do something crazy, like fuck her sister and not know the difference.

  He snatched his wallet, shoved it in his back pocket, and pulled open the door. First, he smelled her. That sweet intoxicating aroma that sent a hot shiver down his spine. Then he heard her charming voice. It rolled around in his brain like hot honey poured over a warm biscuit. Something twitched south of the border. Time to close the door.

  “Wait!” she yelled. “I need to talk to you.” She scurried down the hallway in her sexy bare-feet with pink toenail polish. She wore a couple of toe rings on her right foot. He could easily envision himself sucking on that toe, pulling the toe ring off with his teeth.

  He gave himself a good mental slap. That kind of thinking was only going to get him in trouble.

  “Me?” He blinked, feeling the butterflies flap to his throat. “I’ve got a workshop to run.”

  “And you’ve got an appointment with me at ten sharp, don’t you dare be late.”

  Appointment? Awe, fuck me. “Look, about last night--”

  “Yeah. That was wicked, and I’d love to return the favor, but this is business.” She pulled out some papers from her file that she seemed to always have with her. “Here’s some info I need you to read about the company and what I expect from you. The owner of the company I’m shooting the ad for will be there so if you mention something about how much you love their clothing or something, it will make me look good since he’s expecting someone else to be the model.”

  “Listen, I need to talk to you about last night. I was a little… off.”

  “Off? I think not. I’d say you hit the bulls-eye.” She lifted her gaze and met his stare. “You might have been a little drunk, but that’s okay.”

  “I wasn’t drunk.” He swallowed. “And I think I need to--”

  She patted his chest with her warm hand. “No way, hot stuff. Not after last night. See you at ten.” She smiled and winked.