Page 28 of Room Service
“Pardon?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Elise.” He says no more, his eyes burning into me, and for reasons I cannot explain, I find myself dropping to my knees before him. Is there something wrong with me? I just got pissed off at the thought of him paying for my time, and yet, here I am, on my knees for him because he told me to?
“Good girl,” he says as his hand caresses the back of my head, his words making my pussy fucking soaked. Yes, there is definitely something wrong with me. One hundred percent. His fingers thread through my hair and he pulls my head back, his fingers gripping my strands and pulling against my scalp. Shouldn’t this make me feel vulnerable? Scared? Shouldn’t I be on high alert and running from this room? Probably, but as my breathing becomes shallow and I wait for his next command, I know that I need more of him. More of whatever this is, despite the consequences I may face.
“Did you miss me, Elise?” he asks as he leans over me, his face so close to mine and my body begging for him to just give me what I want already.
“Yes,” I answer pathetically, because I can’t seem to find it in myself to lie to him.
He smirks at me, and all I want him to do is put his mouth on me, remind me of how he made me feel a few nights ago.
“Let’s get a few things straight,” he says as he crouches in front of me, his fingers still entangled in my hair and his other hand brushing the inside of my thigh. “I know that finding out I am essentially your boss is a surprise. I also know that you’ll be thinking all kinds of fucked-up shit in your head, because you seem to have this need to see the bad in everything.” He runs his fingers higher up my thigh, and I struggle to stop myself from moving to get his fingers where I want them.
“But when it comes to this thing between us, there is no bad. There is only good, and you need a reminder of how fucking good it can be…” His fingers brush against my knickers, swiping up and down. I need the fabric away from me, I need him to touch me properly, and it seems he hears my silent plea as he pushes my knickers to the side with his thumb and pushes two of his fingers inside of me—I’m that wet for him.
“Fuck, Elise, you feel that? You feel how fucking wet you are for me? You feel how your body responds to me, to us?”
“Yes,” I manage to say breathlessly, his thumb rubbing my clit as he pushes his fingers in and out of me.
How can I feel this way? How can I feel like this after ending my marriage just days ago?
He pulls his fingers out and moves them up to his mouth, putting them between his lips and sucking my taste off of him. Good God…
“Fucking divine,” he says, and then he’s letting go of my hair and standing up. “Get up.”
I rise on trembling legs and lean against the counter behind me, more so I don’t fall back down again than anything. I bite my lip as he undoes his trousers, pushing them down with his boxers and freeing his cock. My eyes take him in as he grabs it and runs his hand up and down his dick slowly.
“Get on the counter and spread your legs,” he orders, and I comply immediately. He nestles between my legs and uses his hands to push my thighs apart, as far as they will go. I have never been so aroused, ever, and that’s saying something after what he did to me before.
He moves my knickers to the side again, and his dick nudges against my opening as he puts his face so close to mine that our noses are touching.
“I am still that stranger you met. I am still that guy that wanted to make you feel good.” He pushes his dick inside of me a little bit at a time, and I struggle not to let my head flop back in relief as he does. “I may be the owner of this hotel, but I’m still just a guy who hasn’t had his fill of you. So when we’re doing this, I am not your boss. I’m a fucking man who wants to pleasure you and hear you moan his name.” He pulls back out and plunges inside of me, and I feel like this orgasm is going to be quick and fast.
“I do not care what your job is. I do not look at you and see you as a maid. I look at you and see the fire in your eyes, the fucking keys to your soul, and I want it all for as long as you’ll give it to me.” He grunts out each word, taking me harshly and beautifully.
I look down as his dick impales me. I grab onto his shoulders as he shreds the lace material with his hands and rips my knickers off, so his hands can move under my arse, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. I finally throw my head back as he buries his face in my neck and nips my skin lightly with his teeth. Such a contrast to how hard he’s fucking me.
I try to keep quiet as my orgasm builds, clenching around him as he pushes me higher and higher.
“Let go, Elise. Let me hear you fucking scream,” he says, and one of his hands finds my clit, pushing down and igniting me. I couldn’t stop myself from screaming if I tried, and as I shout out his name, he follows me, his release hitting seconds after my own.
He doesn’t let up until we’re both spent and panting. He pulls out of me and reaches across to a basket on the sink with a fresh flannel in. He runs the warm water and wets it, before he puts it between my legs and cleans me, soothing me at the same time. His actions are so fucking sweet, and it adds another layer to this complex man who feels like he could be so much more than a fuck buddy… if that is what we are.
He places a kiss on the end of my nose and then moves away, leaving me feeling bereft even as he stands there.
“Until next time, Elise,” he says before he’s turning and walking away, leaving me speechless as he vacates the room. I have so many questions, so many thoughts running wild through my mind, but I know that I won’t get any answers out of him now—and maybe I never will. But there is nothing that can wipe the smile off of my face as I make myself presentable and go back into the main room, wondering how on earth I managed to get on Dorien Dukes’ radar.
Chapter Twenty-Five
ELISE
“You need to spill everything,” Celeste says excitedly as we make our way back to the room we’re sharing for the night.
“I don’t even know where to start,” I say with a sigh as I slide the key card Hayley gave me in the door and push it open. I’m more than ready to climb into bed, but Celeste has other ideas.
“Uh, from the beginning would be great. I need all the details.”
“Celeste, I’m tired—”
