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He growls, nipping my neck again, before he’s rolling me over and pulling me with him as he goes onto his back. I’m left sprawled on his chest, giggling at the unexpected action. “Great can always get an upgrade. I’m looking for amazing, possibly fantastic. Euphoric will also do.“ That Cheshire Cat smile stretches his lips, and I playfully roll my eyes.

“Oh? What did you have in mind?”

I’m left giggling again as he reaches down, hooking his hands around my thighs and hoisting them up and around his hips. My laughter cuts off with a gasp as he pulls me up high enough that my clit slides over his hard dick.

“It involves you right here, moving over me however you see fit.”

“Well, consider me interested in this plan,” I say with a playful roll of my hips that has us both tightening our grips on one another. “Very, very interested.”

He reaches over, grabbing a condom from the bedside table where we left them last night, and I scoot back so he can roll it down over himself. “Then climb on. I want that tight pussy wrapped around me.”

I shift to do as he asks, holding myself over his cock as he keeps it steady for me while I lower down onto him. I can’t help the groan that slips past my lips as he fills me. It’s somehow too much and not enough each and every time. It feels like he fits me perfectly and it hits all the right places, like his dick was crafted for me and me alone.

He’s looking for euphoria and I’m already there.

I situate my legs to lift myself and lower back down onto him, but as soon as I’m pressed against him again, he grabs my hips, stopping me.

“Ride it for your pleasure, not mine,” he demands, looking up at me with a look that says nothing else will be allowed. He pulls my hips forward, dragging my clit across his pelvis and my core tightens around him. “Fuck yes. Just like that,” he says, looking up at me as he drags me across him again. “Take from me. Use me.”

“Yes, sir,” I respond with a playful lit, and he slaps my ass.

“Watch it, or I’ll fuck you senseless instead.” I raise my eyebrows at him, doing my best to express to him that that’s nowhere near a punishment. “I want to watch you. Ride me, kitten.”

I remember him saying, ‘my sex kitten’, so I do exactly that and give him what he’s asking for. He’s the one in control here, after all. My pleasure is at his disposal.

6

Jameson

Playlist: "Every Other Freckle," alt-J

By the time we’re showered and cleaned up, I’m wishing that I could dirty her up all over again. If we weren’t so close to check out time, I’d try to convince her of all the reasons that’s exactly what we should be doing. Just the thought of her above me, taking her pleasure from my cock, has me having to adjust it in my pants as we move down the hallway to her room.

I leave my luggage parked against the wall in the hallway as she swipes the card to get into her room. I lean against the door and watch as she goes about packing all her things into her bags, my eyes skimming over the perfectly made bed as she moves around the room.

“Do you think the cleaning staff comes up with stories for beds that were obviously never slept in?” I ask, and she laughs from where she is in the bathroom. I commit the sound to memory, knowing it’s most likely the last time I’m ever going to hear it.

“If they don’t, they’re missing out on free entertainment, for sure,” she replies as she comes back out with the last of her things, and puts them into her luggage before zipping it closed. I’m across the room and lifting it to the floor before she can do it herself. She looks up at me, a smile pulling at her lips as she shakes her head.

“What?”

“I just find that masculine urge to take over when it’s unnecessary entertaining, is all.”

“Don’t get it confused,” I reply as I hook my arm around her waist and haul her against me until her chest is pressed to mine. “I know you’re fully capable of doing it yourself, but you’ve been doing it all this time when you shouldn’t have to. Let me take care of you for the short time that I’m able to do so.”

She shakes her head again, looking almost dazed as she gazes up at me. “I can’t decide if you’re just putting on the best airs you can for me, or if every woman who has met you and hasn’t snatched you up is just a damn fool. You’re not actually married or something, are you? If you’re making me the other woman, I will hunt you down.”

I laugh, squeezing her against me before leaning down to silence her with a kiss. “You’re not the other woman,” I say against her lips. “I’m just incredibly choosy in who I dole out my affections to.”

“Because of women like blondie?” I’m confused for a minute, but then realize who she’s talking about and laugh again.

“That certainly plays into it, yes. Mostly it’s that I’m a busy man and have very little time outside of my job for much of anything. Women seem to think that it’s a competition between them and my career when it comes to time, and it’s exhausting.”

“I can completely understand that. I’ve been called a career centered bitch more times than I care to admit.”

“Okay, whose ass am I kicking for that? You’re definitely not a bitch.”

“Come between me and my career and you’ll find I most certainly can be,” she says with a quirk of her brow as she steps back, grabbing the handle of her luggage. “We better get out of here before we get charged for another night.”

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