Page 87 of Tempt Me

Ever so slowly, I bent my knees and lowered onto him, drawing that fabulous pole into me. When I sat on his lap, every last inch of him was inside me, stretching me and filling me completely.

His fingers dug into my flesh, and I rose back up again. I paused for a beat with just the head of his cock inside me, before I drove his rock-hard shaft into me again. I did it again. Each time, I increased my pace just a fraction. To have this ultimate control was magnificent.

With his vice-like grip on my hips guiding me, I rode up and down, feeling the glorious orgasm build to mammoth proportions inside me.

Suddenly, Maxwell lifted me off his lap, turned me around, bent me over the bed, and thrust into me from behind.

His jackhammer pummeled into me. His balls slapped against my ass. And he grunted primal sounds with each movement. His cock touched that place inside me that loved and hated it at the same time. The pounding hit fever-pitch, and I clutched the bed and gasped as an orgasm shuddered through me.

Maxwell froze and sucked the air through his teeth. He was at the point of no return.

I planted my feet, squeezed the sheets in my fists, and prepared for the pounding I was about to receive. He cried out and thrust in and out, over and over and over, until finally, he flopped forward onto my back.

His gasps for breath showed that his workout was as intense as mine had been, and it seemed like an eternity before he finally slipped off me and flopped back onto the bed at my side.

He blew out his breath. “Wow. I wasn’t expecting that at this conference!”

A fine layer of sweat made his glorious skin shimmer, and I drilled every aspect of his physique into my memory bank.

“There’s nothing like a sexy surprise.” Embarrassed at yet another one of my lame comments, I walked away from him, gathered my dress off the floor, and shoved it into my bag.

I suddenly remembered that I’d snuck away from reception. Oh shit!How long have I been away?At breakneck speed, I put my coat on, grabbed my bag, and strode to his door.

“Wait, wait, what’s your name?”

I paused with one hand on the handle. “Memphis.”

“Bye, Memphis.” My name whispered off his lips.

With that lovely sound echoing in my ears, I raced to the elevator while tying the belt on my trench coat.

Back in my room, I gasped at the clock.

I’d been gone fifty minutes.

I tore off my coat, boots, and stockings and removed my wig.

I nearly plucked out my eyeballs in the rush to remove my contacts, and I scrubbed off my makeup. I jumped in the shower, had a quick scrub, and jumped out again.

I redressed, and not willing to risk another minute away from my desk, I grabbed my diary, shoved it in my bag, and headed downstairs. As I braced for the elevator to open in the lobby, I checked my reflection in the mirror. It was frightful. My skin was red and blotchy, and my hair was scrambled in all directions.

As I attempted to fix my hair, the doors pinged open.

The lobby was as silent as a church, and I let out a huge sigh of relief. I flopped into the office chair, and once my panic subsided, I opened my diary and turned to the 8th of June. At the top, I wroteDoctor Maxwell Bradford, room 22.

And as I thought about just how horny I’d been before I even reached his doorway, I wrote:A Date with Doctor Exotic. After I’d detailed his exquisite skin and wonderful contours and how glorious our sex was, I wrote about how much I’d enjoyed the thrill of anticipation.

The next couple of hours went so slowly that I was certain several minutes actually scrolled backward.

When the sun finally glowed on the horizon, I headed out to the sun lounge and as I imagined Doctor Exotic sleeping naked upstairs, I inhaled the fresh sea breeze and welcomed in another glorious day.

Chapter Twenty-Six

The sun began its slow crawl across the horizon, signifying the end of my shift. I loved winter for its spectacular sunrises and would rather sit at my favorite seat out the front of the hotel until the golden glow in the distance finished its show, but Needledick was due to arrive to take over from me any minute now.

I strolled back inside, washed up my teacup, and tried not to constantly check the clock as my knock-off time came and went. He was now fifteen minutes late, and although I knew he was often delayed because his mother was very sick, my patience was starting to grow thin.

I reached under the counter to grab my bag, ready to leave the moment he walked through the door.

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