Room Service

by C. M. Steele

  Our heavy breathing almost makes us miss the sound of knocking on his office door. “Go away,” he barks out.

  “But sir,” a woman says.

  “Is it an emergency, Nicole? I’m buried balls deep in my future wife.”

  “No.” The clicking of her heels in the distance makes me feel bad.

  “Why did you say that? She’s probably mortified.”

  “She’s not. It’s obvious, she’d been listening in. She wanted to be in your position. The only reason she’s had the job is because she was good at it.” If she’s the woman at the front desk, then I remember her jealous attitude from when I came to check in.

  “Okay, then that’s okay. She can scoot.” He pulls out of me and tucks himself away before bending down and grabbing my clothes. I slip them on quickly between Jamison stealing kisses.

  “I’m yours, and yours alone. You should know that. In every fucking way.” He steps into his private bathroom to wash up. Damn, he looks so good in his khakis and polo. I haven’t decided which look is my favorite. From suit to birthday suit, the man is pure sex. I needed him any way I could get him.

  “I need to go out there and see what’s going on. Stay in here, and I’ll be back with some outfits from the store next to the lobby. Size?”

  “Ten in dresses or pants, but a large in tops.”

  He growls, staring at my tits that are hard and pressing against the shirt. “Yes, they are.” He slams his lips to mine. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

  I take a seat in his chair, and I see his cell phone on the desk. It starts ringing and I steal a glance. It’s his mother. I let it go to voicemail and then a text comes through. Unable to stop myself, I click on it. Yay. Grandbabies. I’m so grateful we live in a small town. There’s a picture of Jamison with his arms around me as we walk to his office.

  “Oops.” I blush just thinking about his mom’s opinion of me. From the text, I guess it can’t all be bad. As I fret about meeting his mother, my phone goes off. I almost forgot I had it with me.

  Speaking of mothers, it’s mine. As much as I want to send her straight to voicemail I need freaking answers. “Why hello, mother.”

  “Don’t you act all innocent! Charles has already called his lawyer and your stepfather’s furious. How could you do this to us?”

  “Listen, I didn’t do a single thing to any of you. You selfish assholes decided I didn’t deserve to have an ounce of time away from all the prying eyes.”

  “Don’t you talk to me like that. You will tell that man to drop the charges and both of you will come home immediately. What would your father think of you acting this way?”

  “What would he think? He’d have sent your ass to a mental hospital for trying to control my every waking moment. I miss him because he at least cared about what I wanted. You conspired with Charles to make it so I’d never want to leave without you again, but you messed up. Life has suddenly gotten a lot better without you all in it. I’m sorry but from now on we’re through.”

  “You can’t do that. I’m your mother.”

  “No. I don’t know who you are, but you’ve been nothing like a mother should be. You risked my safety to prove a point. Point proven. The world is dangerous, but no more so than the vipers who call you family. Goodbye.” I end the call because there’s nothing she can say to me to make me forgive her.

  I can’t sit down for more than a second as my temper intensifies. I want to strangle that woman. I pace around Jamison’s office, feeling the weight of the conversation. Am I truly prepared to let my old life go?

  The door opens and I stop in my tracks to see Jamison with a worried look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

  Yes, I’m ready to say goodbye to the past and welcome the future. “Nothing, nothing at all.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Now more than ever.”

  “So I was able to get your purse signed off on. I know you were worried about it. Here’s some clothes. Go get changed and I’m going to show you around this small, normally tranquil town.” I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him quick and hard.

  I run off to change in the bathroom when I hear my phone ping one text after another. Oh no. I left it on his desk. Turning around, I go back out to grab it and Jamison’s scowling.

  “You’re mother’s a piece of work.”

  “I know. Don’t worry about her.”

  “I’m not worried about her. I’m worried about you. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, surprisingly never better. Although I could really use a shower.”

  “Okay.” He takes my hand and leads me out of his office that locks behind us.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Back to the villa. I’m going to personally clean you all up and then give you the vacation you wanted.”

  “I wanted to lay out and read my books on the beach,” I inform him.

  “That’s fine. You can start that tomorrow. I still have several hotels to run.”

  “Really? Several?”

  “Yes. This being my smallest and favorite. I spend the majority of my time running everything from my offices inside the hotel and in the villa, but I do take trips out to the others. Still enough about me. I’ll order you a tablet, kindle, or whatever it is you prefer so you can chill out with high security of course.”

  “Under my favorite tree?”

  “Of course.”

  “Will there be a hot beach boy feeding me and filling my drinks?”

  “Not if he wants to live,” he growls, dragging my body to his.

  “I’m teasing. I have all the man I need right here.”

  “That’s good to hear because that ocean can be deadly. I’d hate for another guy to accidentally meet his maker in a terrible wave.” He winks and then spanks my ass before continuing our walk back to his villa. I ignore the few watchful eyes, but I give them something more to talk about with a pinch on Jamison’s bottom.

  “You’re going to pay for that, sweetheart.”

  “I really hope so,” I giggle as he tosses me over his shoulder. His hand comes down on my ass and I fight back a moan. He does it again, walking up the stairs of the porch. “Ooh. Keep that up and I’m going to come right in front of everyone,” I grunt against his back.

  He slides me down the front of his body, making sure I can feel every ridge of his muscled, hard form before he unlocks the door. “You better not. I’m not a man who shares. Get your pretty ass in that shower. You have ten minutes before I come in there and finish what you started.” I dash into the villa and then into the bathroom, giggling all the way.

  Chapter Six

  Jamison

  I drop my head and watch as she takes me down her slender throat. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re going to make me come too fast.” I made her come with my tongue in the shower, but that’s just not enough. I had to punish my sweet Cassandra. Although having her on her knees isn’t a punishment to her. It’s pure, blissful torture to me though.

  She pops her pretty pink lips off my tip, making a loud smacking sound that causes my cock to jerk. “Isn’t that the point?” she questions, tossing me a saucy smirk.

  “No, Cassandra. I want to come deep inside of you, watch you walk around town with my load between your thighs and let the gossips talk.” I take her hand and lift her onto my lap, sliding my cock along her pussy lips before pushing into her depths. Her head falls back and she releases the sexiest gasp. I can feel the tension building in my spine as I hold back the urge to fuck her rough.

  Her phone rings as I drive up into her. “Don’t stop,” she demands.

  “Yes, my pearl. Ride me and don’t stop until you’re coming all over my cock. I’m not stopping until we’re both undone.”

  “Fuck, take me, Jamison.” I pick up my pace, but that’s not enough. I need her squirting out her desire now before I nut. I spin her around on the sofa, letting her upper body hang over the top of the sofa. Nudging her thighs apart, I lift her ass and slam back into her hot, wet shea
th. She moans, clutching onto the back, bracing herself.

  “I’m going to take you, baby. Cassandra, I want to fucking keep you forever. Are you going to let me, sweetheart? Are you going to give me daily room service? I want to wake up with your sticky slit for breakfast. Do you want that?” I ask, grabbing her long brown hair into a fist, tugging her head back. Her panting turns me on as much as she likes my questions. “Fuck, grip that cock, baby. You own it. Bounce that sweet ass onto me. Show me how badly you want to come.”

  “I want to come right now, Mr. Cain,” she whimpers, one of her hands squeezing and rubbing across her tits. “Fuck,” she screams, pussy throbbing, choking my cock until I surrender my seed. I’m not done though.

  “That’s it, soak me because I’m about to destroy you for anyone else,” I growl against the shell of her ear before scraping my teeth over her lobe. Grabbing onto her hips, I piston forward, pumping hard until I’m hitting her cervix. “That’s it’s. Fuck, Cassandra. I’m coming.” I slam into her twice more, shooting jets of cum all over her tight walls.

  I turn us around without pulling out and have her rest on my lap as I sit on the sofa, trying to catch my breath. “Now we’re ready to hit the town.”

  “I don’t think I can walk after that,” she pants, resting her head on my shoulder.

  I gently grasp her chin to tilt her face to mine and softly kiss her lips. “I’ll carry you.”

  ****

  I watch her as she walks along Main Street, holding my hand and squeezing it slightly when she finds something “absolutely adorable” about the town. It’s small and everyone knows everyone, something she’s not even remotely familiar with, but I’ve lived here my entire life, so it’s not in the least bit exciting except the way my heart does a backflip when she smiles with pure joy.

  We walk up to Spring Books which looks just as expected, small with a large picture window and the latest releases facing the glass. I observe Cassandra, watch how her eyes widen and her teeth scrape her bottom lip with excitement. It thrills me to see her so happy. Tugging her along, I open the door and lead my woman to her new getaway.

  “Jamison, it’s good to see you in here,” Mr. Daniels says, obviously stealing a glance at Cassandra with questions in his eyes.

  “Cassandra, this is the gatekeeper of the books here in Spring, Mr. Benjamin Daniels.”

  “It’s a pleasure. This place is so quaint, beautiful.” She takes in a deep breath, making me smile.

  “Take your time and explore.” I kiss her cheek and pat her ass along toward the nearest bookshelves. She gives me a glare over her shoulder before happily marching along to the first bookcase.

  “Congrats, Jamison. Beautiful and a reader. If only I was forty years younger…”

  “You’d have two black eyes to go with your busted lip,” I finish for him.

  He laughs. “It’s really good to see you out doing something besides work.”

  “It’s nice to have a reason to be out.” I can’t take my eyes off her as I talk to Daniels which he doesn’t fail to mention. I’m not embarrassed by it at all. She’s mine and I intend to make her fall in love with me the way I’ve fallen madly in love with her.

  Chapter Seven

  Cassandra

  Can you fall madly in love with someone in just a day? I know you can in books, but I hope it’s a reality for me. I do my best to concentrate on selecting a book or two, but I can feel Jamison’s eyes roaming over me. I saw his reflection in the window as I silently hoped we would go inside. His expression screamed happiness. My pleasure makes him happy. There are no words to say how much that means to me. Years of neglect, feeling alone in a big city with a family, tons of friends and coworkers. Something about the way Jamison has invaded my soul tells me that we have something special.

  I sense him before I feel his hands slide around my waist. “Sweetheart, I have to take this call before my mother chews my head off. Don’t go anywhere.”

  “I’m not.”

  He steps out and I go back to looking at books. I’m in the middle of reading the blurb on the back when I’m bumped on the shoulder. I spin around to find the hotel registration chick in my face. “You need to go back to wherever you came from. I’ve worked so hard to get his attention only for a whore to come down here and steal him away.”

  “He was never yours to begin with. If he wanted you, you’d be with him. Now get away from me because I’ll show you where I’m from in a minute and I guarantee your fake nose will need a readjustment.”

  She extends her hand to slap me, but I’m too fast and hit her with the book in my hand. I walk away without another word like nothing happened. “I’ll take these,” I tell Mr. Daniels who I’m sure saw the entire thing. She storms out of the bookshop, holding her cheek.

  “She goes after every rich guy that she can sink her claws into, but Jamison knows a pearl from a barnacle when he sees one.”

  “Thank you. I’m sorry to even cause a scene.” I say, handing him my card.

  “I didn’t see anything.” He winks and hands it back with my receipt. “Come back any time you’d like.”

  I step out onto the pavement to see Jamison on the phone with his back to the store. That dumb bitch doesn’t see me and tries to put the moves on Jamison. He’s quick to side step her as she reaches out to hug him, falling flat on her face.

  “I guess you broke your nose all on your own.”

  “What were you doing, Nicole?”

  “You’re supposed to want me. I’ve brought in guests, made the hotel great. I’m supposed to be the one you’re supposed to spoil and fuck. I’m sure I’m better than her.”

  “You’re fired. I don’t want you and never have. You don’t want me either. You’re looking for a permanent meal ticket.”

  “Ugh. You two deserve each other. I need to find Charles.”

  “What for?”

  “What do you care? You tossed him aside. He’s not a bad lay. You missed out.”

  “You planned this with him?”

  “No, but he came in drunk and well, so was I. Good times.” She walks away to go hunt down my stepbrother.

  “They deserve each other,” I mutter.

  “I don’t want to think of either of them. Did you find what you were looking for?”

  “No, crazy the hoe over there interrupted me. So did you hang up your call?”

  “Oh shit.” He puts his phone to his ear, and I hear some giggling on the other end which makes me insanely jealous especially after dealing with this chick. “Yes, mom. Dinner tomorrow will be great. Bye.”

  I release a sigh of relief, but he takes it as a bad thing. Tilting his head, he grabs my hand and apologizes, “Sorry about that. She’s insistent.”

  “That’s okay. Someone promised me a day of reading. So the night is all yours.”

  “You’re all mine.” He tugs me close, cupping my face, kissing me until I’m breathless.

  “Forever,” I whisper.

  “Damn right.” We kiss until the whistling kicks in.

  “I’ve had enough of town today. Take me home and show me what else Spring has to offer.”

  “With pleasure, sweetheart.”

  And he did…over and over all night long.

  Epilogue

  Jamison

  “What the hell do you mean he got off with probation?” I roar into the phone. I had a feeling this was how it would end.

  Charles Ellis got off way too easy for what he pulled two months ago. I could rip his heart out for what he did to Cassandra, but then if he hadn’t, she and I might never have met. That thought is unwelcome, so I push it out of my head as my lawyer starts bumbling about the verdict.

  “I’m sorry, but that’s the best we could do. With his money, he hired great lawyers. Hell, if you didn’t have your pull, he would have gotten away with no charges at all. A fine and probation seem reasonable.”

  “Reasonable? Stalking, theft, and assault are all real crimes,” I roar into my phone, which crac
ks in my hand. I look at it and it’s still working, so I attempt to relax. Until I met Cassandra, I never understood the power another being could have over me. She owns my soul, and I’d do whatever it takes to keep her safe.

  “Stalking was too hard to claim because it was a one-time thing that would barely warrant a restraining order. Also they played the worried big-brother card. It’s the best we could get. Besides, if he actually got jail time, I’m sure he’d seek revenge when he got out. Hopefully you and your wife will never have to see him again.”

  “It still doesn’t make me happy. What about his contact with Cassandra?”

  “He’ll be arrested if he contacts her.” That’s some consolation, but it won’t be enough.

  “Good.” I can’t change what has happened already, but I’ll guard my wife with all my heart. We married two weeks ago on the beach right under our tree. She’s resting in bed right now after having been unwell all morning. I’d be there with her if I didn’t have matters that only I could handle at the hotel.

  Although I’m sure my mom has already called or stopped by. They hit it off immediately and it’s hard to kick my mom out so I can get my wife alone. I shoot Cassandra a message to see if she’s okay. She replies right back. Missing you. Just got off the phone with your mom. Dinner tomorrow night.

  I turn to Marco, who’s waiting in front of my desk to finish our conversation, but I’ve lost all train of thought on business. My head’s swimming with a need to fix this. “I want the security on my wife doubled.”

  He nods. At this very moment, I have two guards who patrol around the villa.

  “Have you gathered anything on Ellis?”

  “Yes, he’s in debt to the tune of two million dollars. He used company finances to pay for his legal fees…along with other non-work expenses.” He hands over the file folder and as I look through it, I see Ellis’s fall.