Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Me: I’m unexpectedly free tonight. Are you available? We could do another sleepover at the hotel and dine in our room after FUCKING LIKE ANIMALS.
Grayson: OMFG! YASSS!
I can’t help giggling at the string of celebratory emojis he’s added to his message.
Me: Woohoo! I’ll head over to the hotel now and text you the room number when I have it. Maybe we’ll get lucky, and they’ll still have our room available.
Grayson: Selena, I’d be happy with you in a broom closet. See you soon.
I send him a dancing-woman emoji, and he replies with another string of celebratory emojis.
“Who are you texting?” Drew asks. He’s coming down the staircase, a backpack slung over his shoulder.
I look up. “Huh?”
“Who are you texting? You’re smiling really big. Is that Victoria?”
“Mm hmm. Come on, honey. Let’s get you to Eddie’s. Did you pack your pills and retainer?”
“Pills, yes. Retainer, no. I’ll get it.” He shuffles away, like he has all the time in the world, so I use the time to quickly run to my room to gather a change of clothes and toiletries. Before leaving my room, I text my neighbor to ask about their teenage daughter caring for Daisy tonight, as usual when I’m away, and then, I race down the stairs, assuming Drew will be down there, waiting for me. But, shit, he’s not.
“Drew!” I call up the stairs. “Come on!”
“In a minute!” he yells.
“Whatever you’re doing, it can wait!” I yell. “Let’s go!”
Finally, he clomps down the stairs. But he’s not carrying his backpack.
“Backpack?” I shout.
“Oh. Whoops. Left it upstairs.”
“Don’t forget your retainer!”
“Oh yeah.”
I roll my eyes. The boy would lose his head, if it wasn’t attached to his neck.
Finally, Drew appears again, this time with his backpack slung over his shoulder.
“You have your pills and retainer?” I ask. It’s the same question I ask literally every time he’s headed out the door to his father’s house or anywhere else for the night.
“Yup.”
“Wonderful.” My heart racing, I grab my keys off the counter and begin striding with my small overnight bag toward the front door.
“Oh, wait. I want to grab some snacks,” Drew says. “There’s never anything good to eat at Eddie’s house.”
Good lord, I’m going to explode, if I don’t get to that hotel and into Grayson’s arms as soon as possible. Every minute that’s passed since I said goodbye to Grayson has only made me crave seeing him again, all the more.
“I’ll give you money to order a pizza!” I blurt, my voice sounding weirdly excited and strained. I clear my throat. “Or you and Eddie can walk to the minimart down the block and buy whatever you want.” Hastily, I grab my purse and shove some bills at my son, who suddenly looks awfully suspicious of me. “Here. Knock yourself out.”
Drew narrows his eyes as he takes the cash. “Are you in some kind of hurry, Mom?” His eyes drift to the bag I’m holding. “Are you going somewhere?”
“No.” I indicate the bag. “This is dry cleaning. Now, come on.” I turn and stride toward the front door, praying Drew is following me. “Your project is due tomorrow, remember? That means every minute counts!”
8
GRAYSON
“Hello, handsome,” Selena says, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“Hello, goddess.” I lean into the doorway of the hotel room for a little peck. “Damn, I missed the sight of you.”
Selena giggles. “It’s been a couple hours.”
“I know. Torture.”
With that, I walk past her into our latest hotel suite, and Selena gives my ass a playful little thwap as I go. The minute we’re both in the room and the door has closed behind her, she throws her arms around my neck, and I pull her into me and crush my hungry lips against hers. We kiss passionately for a long, heated moment, the heat between us like two long-lost lovers reunited after war.
Just this fast, my cock is already rock-hard, not surprisingly. This woman does crazy things to me. So, I back her toward the bed, still kissing her, and sit her down on the edge of the mattress. From the moment I left Selena earlier today, I’ve been craving the taste of her, the scent of her, the sounds of her moans, like a junkie in need of a fix. And now that I’m here, I want all of it, right fucking now.
I kneel, slide the hem of her dress up, and pull her panties off. But right before dropping them on the ground next to me, I have the sudden impulse to slide them into the pocket of my jeans. So, that’s exactly what I do, my eyes locked with hers.
“Naughty boy,” she whispers. But it’s clear from her expression, she likes naughty boys. Or at least, she likes this one.
My trophy stowed in my pocket, I slide my fingertips up and down her slit, making her yearn for more. And when she begins shuddering visibly with arousal, I widen her thighs, take a nice long inhale of her intoxicating scent, and then dive voraciously into my meal, groaning along with her as she loses herself to pleasure.