Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Is this a question for future me?”
“No, I—what would you have thought if he was here in the bed, naked like he was, and you walked in?”
“Are you naked in another room in this scenario?”
“No. I’m not here at all.”
“Okay. Well, I suspect it would have gone the same way it did now.”
“So you wouldn’t be mad at me? You wouldn’t leave me?”
An idea was forming in my head. “This is what you were telling me about before, isn’t it? When your guy found an old fuck buddy in your bed.”
He nodded.
“And when you tried to explain, your guy wasn’t buying it.”
“No.”
I leaned my head on his shoulder. “Well, I do. We’ve been open and upfront with each other from the start, so we just need to keep doing that. Together.”
“Yes, together,” he agreed, lifting my hand to kiss my knuckles.
“But we do need to strip that bed because God knows what kinda cooties Robert had.”
“Robert?”
“Yeah. I checked his ID.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to follow up with the person he got the keycard from.”
“I didn’t even think about that.”
“That’s why you have me.”
“Yes.”
“I also think you were focused on what I was going to think and do and not so much concerned with Robert.”
“I really was,” he replied, his voice thready.
“Well, don’t be.”
He nodded. “I love that you trust me.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“That’s right. Why wouldn’t you.”
We were quiet a moment, just looking at each other.
“But really,” I reiterated. “We need to call housekeeping.”
He chuckled softly and moved so he could put an arm around my shoulders and pull me in tight.
“I’m not kidding. I’m not sleeping on that bed without new sheets.”
“I know, baby. I’ll take care of it right now.” He kissed my cheek and got up to call. I noted that he stared at me the whole time he was on the phone.
I waited for them to deliver the new sheets while Ash went to take another shower. He felt gross because the guy had stood up, naked, and tried to hug him, and he just wanted that off him. I knew it was in his head—he hadn’t let the guy actually make contact with him—but if it would make him feel better, I told him to go scrub himself clean.
The sheets and blankets came, the maid took the old linens with her, and I locked us back in for the night. I had the bed remade by the time he emerged with a towel around his hips, using another to dry his hair, and something about the way he looked at me, with both desire and hope, formed a lump in my throat.
“I was so scared you would think something stupid.”
“Not me,” I assured him. “C’mere.”
He moved quickly, and when he reached me, I hooked a hand around the side of his neck and yanked him toward me. I took his mouth, and he parted those soft lips instantly, wanting the frantic, desperate kiss, my tongue, and my dominance. I could practically taste the yearning and devoured him in turn, feeling that overwhelming desire to claim what he was offering.
When I broke the kiss, I pulled the towel out of his hand and dropped it to the floor, and then tugged the one around his waist free before turning him in my arms and shoving him down onto the bed.
“Hands and knees,” I ordered, my voice husky, my breathing rough, yet being careful not to scare him.
He scrambled to follow directions, and then nearly shattered my control when he looked over his shoulder at me. “I’m all yours.”
I shivered just looking at the gorgeous slope of his back, his perfectly round ass, muscular thighs, and long legs. “I don’t want to be too rough or—”
“Just…please.” His words came out choked, in a hoarse whisper. “I want you so bad, I’m aching with it.”
“I feel the same,” I said, walking around the bed to the nightstand where I’d put my lube earlier, grabbing a pillow as well, and watching as a shudder ran through him. “What’s wrong, honey?” I asked, sliding a hand over his ass and tossing the pillow beside him.
His moan was filthy. “You have no idea how dark and wet your eyes look.”
I grinned slowly. “I hope that’s a good thing.” I got on the bed behind him, then bent and licked over his hole.
“Cooper!”
The yell was muffled because he’d fallen forward, face pressed to the pillow he used to not let the entire floor know my tongue was in his ass. When I parted his cheeks and began the long, slow licking and sucking, there were more curse words shouted into the memory foam.
I used my tongue, my mouth, relentlessly, hungrily, enjoying every second of him writhing, lifting his face to call my name and fisting his hands in the comforter. I pushed inside as deeply as I could, feeling the muscles loosen with every push and retreat.