Page 62 of Born to Make You Smile

We sat down for breakfast at the hotel restaurant, and he went on about the convention, his colleagues, and the presentations. No mention of last night. When our knees accidentally brushed under the table, the resulting fireworks it set off in my body were almost unbearable. I squirmed in my seat.

“Gavin,” I said. “Can we, um, talk about last night?”

I knew if I didn’t bring it up, he would continue to act like nothing happened.

“Look.” He ran a hand along his chin, leaning in. “I really enjoyed myself last night. And I didn’t mean to run off after dinner. My contactswerebothering me, but also, I didn’t want to do too much, too soon.”

I nodded. “Okay. And what exactly are we doing?”

He exhaled a deep breath. “I’m not quite sure. I understand there are too many reasons we shouldn’t, but I don’t think I’ll be able to resist you after last night.”

I blushed, then reality settled in. “What happens when we get back home?”

“I have no idea.” He sighed, rubbing his temple. “I’m out of my element here. I don’t want to ruin what we have and make things awkward at work, but I’m afraid that ship has sailed. I just want to be with you. See where this goes. Can we do that, for now?”

A gentle smile tickled my lips. “Sure. We can do that.”

My eyes ran over him, then I noticed a red jam stain on his white dress shirt. “You have a little something,” I said, pointing at him.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” he huffed, looking down at himself. “You don’t mind if I go up to change? You can wait here.”

“That’s okay. I’ll come with you.”

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His room layout was exactly like mine but in reverse. A little messier too.

“Good thing I brought an extra white shirt,” he said, going through the closet. “I’ll have to get this one cleaned. I’ll drop it off at the front desk before we head to the convention.”

I watched him remove his tie, then undo the buttons of his dress shirt to reveal his bare chest. Seeing his body in the light of day was a completely new experience. Bursts of arousal raced through me, and I shuffled and squirmed.

I wanted him so badly. I’d do just about anything to have him right now.

He paused his actions when he noticed me staring, a fierce look in his eye as if he could read my mind.

I bit my lip, timid and unsure.

He walked up to me and cupped my face in his hands. “Fuck the bloody convention.”

In a blink, his demanding lips were pressed against mine. I became so immersed in his kiss I could have sworn I was being transported to another dimension. Every single cell in my body was awakened, each dormant nerve eager for release. My body begged to feel more of him. All of him.

Both of us frantically undressed.

He pushed me up against the wall, his erection pressing on my stomach, his thigh between my legs. He got harder as I became softer and wetter while our hands and mouths ravaged each other frantically.

Brushing my curls out of the way, he traced his lips down the contours of my neck, then followed the same path with his tongue. A trail of glorious tingles flowed straight to my core, causing me to release a series of irrepressible moans.

He scooped my legs, then lowered me on the bed. The white comforter was refreshingly cool under my hot body. He moved over me, his masculine strength pinning me to the mattress.The friction of his hard shaft against my clit was heaven, only separated by his boxers and the thin lace of my thong.So good.

He hooked his fingers into my thong and dragged it down my thighs, then tossed it to the floor.

I opened my legs with confidence, exposing myself to him, ready and desperate for his touch.

“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, rubbing his fingers over my cunt. “I need to taste you.”

I ached to have his mouth on me but was slightly hesitant. Would I smell or taste bad?

But as soon as his mouth touched my sex, a jolt of pleasure hit me so hard I spasmed and almost hit him with my knee.

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