Page 61 of Born to Make You Smile

“That’s okay.” I stood and ran a finger over my lips. “I’m very satisfied.”

“Come here, you minx.” With his hands around my hips, he sat me on his lap. I wiggled and grinded my ass against his cock, and he groaned. Our naked bodies were in direct contact, and the intimacy of the moment had my head spinning.

He pulled me in for a kiss. He didn’t seem to care that I’d just gone down on him and swallowed. In fact, he seemed even more hungry and turned on, his tongue exploring my mouth as if to claim me. Then he moved his mouth down my neck, my chest, to my breasts.

He dragged his tongue along my right nipple. “Oh, that feels so…” I moaned. “Good…”

I couldn’t believe I was so close to coming again.

“One more, love. Give me one more.” He took my nipple into his mouth while he simultaneously rubbed my clit.

I cried out his name as my sex pulsed against the pad of his thumb.

“There we are,” he murmured as tremors of ecstasy fell over me.

I smiled after my climax faded, my legs quivering on his lap. “Wow, that was amazing. But I don’t think I can do any more. I’m actually pretty hungry.”

He chuckled. “I’m rather peckish myself. I say we order room service for tonight. Anything you’d like.”

NINETEEN

With white robes on,we ate our meal on the small table in my suite. We shared a garden salad, pasta in a cream sauce, as well as grilled shrimp with salsa verde. Then we enjoyed a decadent chocolate trifle.

“So. You enjoyed yourself?” he said, blinking awkwardly.

I nodded with a smile. “I did. And you?”

“Definitely.”

I wasn’t sure what else to say. Trying to go back to our usual dynamic after what we did was proving to be more difficult than anticipated.

He shifted in his seat and scratched his forehead, seeming unsettled.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“I think I’m going to head back to my room for the night. If that’s all right.”

I tried my best not to show my disappointment, as I hoped he’d stay over. “Of course.”

“I really need to get these bloody contacts out. But I’ll see you in the morning.”

He nodded with assurance, and I forced a smile.

He gathered his clothing. We shared an awkward peck on the lips, followed by a quick sterile hug and goodbye, then he left.

My stomach sank. Maybe that was all it was. All he wanted. A bit of release. Perhaps he was already regretting what we did. Who could blame him? It wasn’t as if we could actually be together. A couple. What would people say? I mean, the girls would be delighted. But everyone else—work, friends, his family—would surely question our relationship. Maybe we could get all the sexual tension out of our systems here. Then go back to normal when we returned to Toronto.

Yeah, right.

Nothing would be normal ever again.

***

The following morning, Gavin showed up at my door. We had plans to have breakfast and then head straight to the convention. He looked edible in a tailored white dress shirt, red tie, and gray pants. Visions of last night flashed before me. I wanted to rip the clothing right off him.

“Shall we?” he said, rather stiffly.

As we rode down the elevator, we both stood silent, the tension between us so intense that it could start a fire. I exited the elevator first, and his gentle hand on my lower back made my skin tremble.

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