Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“You sound like someone who works in marketing, not hacking.”
“You spend enough time digging around in everyone’s lives and businesses, you start to learn a lot about what does and doesn’t engage them. Sob stories make people want to rally. I would lean into this hard once this is over and you reopen. Pretty soon, you’ll be needing to hire staff to help. Then maybe you could have a life again.”
“I wouldn’t even know what to do,” I admitted. “This has been my life since I opened. Even before that when I’d been working to save for this, planning the decor, the menu, everything.”
“You could get a house with a yard. A dog. The usual shit.”
A man. A couple kids.
The thing was that now when I looked into that potential future, all I saw was Junior. And we were nowhere near that serious.
I guess it didn’t hurt when he didn’t know I was thinking that way.
“How about you take a bath while I order room service?” he suggested.
“That actually sounds like the perfect plan,” I decided, but couldn’t make myself move yet.
“What are you in the mood for?”
“Anything but chips and sugary stuff,” I said.
“Got it,” he said, and we untangled with a small surge of disappointment through my body.
But a bath was totally what I needed to ease away the stress of the day.
And wrapped in the fancy, fluffy bathrobe afterward, I could almost forget what had transpired.
When I made my way out of the bathroom, Junior was rolling in the room service cart.
“What’d you get?” I asked as his gaze moved over me.
“Burgers and fries with green beans because we have to eat something green,” he said.
“That sounds perfect,” I decided, sitting down next to him in the living space as he pulled the tops off of the plates.
We turned the TV on and ate mostly in silence, just enjoying something normal after a crazy day.
Afterward, Junior got up to place the cart out in the hall, slipped on the Do Not Disturb sign, then made his way back in just as I was flicking off the TV and standing.
I had a moment of awkwardness, not sure what to do next.
But then Junior was in front of me, his hand reaching out for the tuck of my robe. His gaze was on mine as his fingers tugged lightly, loosening the hold.
There was a silly little surge of nervousness in my belly then, despite the fact that he’d already seen me without my clothes on.
The material parted, letting the cooler room air tease over my warmed skin. Junior’s gaze slid down as his hand gripped the side of the robe, the backs of his knuckles grazing my skin as he moved upward. Over my belly. My breast. Then my collarbone.
His other hand rose as well, pushing the material off of my shoulders.
With my arms slack, the robe slid right off and pooled at my feet.
That sexy rumbling sound moved through Junior as he exposed me.
His hand lifted, teasing over my shoulder then sliding around the back of my neck, using it to yank me forward into his body as his lips crashed down on mine.
I melted into him as his lips slanted over mine again and again, as his tongue moved inside to toy with mine. Then after it retreated, he kissed me harder, hungrier.
Heat ignited in my body, spreading outward until it encompassed me completely.
My hands slid up the tight cords of his arms, over his wide shoulders, then wrapped around his neck as I pressed into him, my breasts crushing to his hard chest, and feeling his stiff cock against my belly.
Juniors hands drifted down my back to sink into my bare ass, his firm grasp dragging a moan out of me.
Junior was walking backward then, taking us across the suite, but then turning quickly, and slamming me against the wall.
His lips ripped from mine, trailing down my jaw, then my neck. Lower, as he started to lean downward.
His tongue traced the dip of my clavicle, making a shiver of need course through me.
Then he was lowering down, his face tracing between my breasts and over my belly on his way.
On his knees, he looked up at me, hunger in his eyes as he reached for my leg, lifting it up, and placing it over his shoulder.
Then his face was against me, his tongue tracing up my cleft, then working my clit in lazy circles.
My breath caught as my hand slapped down on the back of his head, holding him against me as he drove me up slowly.
My thighs were shaky as he got me closer and closer.
I was afraid they might give out when the orgasm came. But then it was ripping through me almost violently, the waves crashing over and over, leaving me crying out and gripping Junior hard for balance as I just kept getting pulled under over and over again.