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Allison’s face flushes with embarrassment. “I told you I’d considered not coming, so I hadn’t packed yet.” Emma looks disappointed. “It’s not that I didn’t want to be here for you,” she hurries to explain, “but you know how bad this is going to be for me. Plus, I’m still working on the story about the missing kids. I had thought I was going to need to travel to gather more information, but my source hasn’t gotten back with me yet, so here I am.”

Allison grimaces. She didn’t intend to hurt Emma’s feelings. She is really happy for her, but it is hard being the last one of the family to not be married and settled down. Her life is flying by. Deep down she is afraid she’ll wake up one day and regret working so hard on her career.

She wants to be married, to have kids, but she has to find a decent man first. Those are hard to come by, especially where she lives and works. Russell’s smiling face pops into her mind.Wait! Why did she think about him in reference to a decent man? Oh, shit!She must stomp out such thoughts or this is going to be the longest week of her life.

“Allison, I know being here is hard for you, but you are like my sister. I’m really glad you decided to come.” Emma smiles at her. “We’ll get out of your hair and let you get some sleep.”

Once Emma and the other women have left, Allison heads into the bathroom for a shower. She washes quickly and towels off before slipping into the very comfortable king-sized bed, not bothering to get pjs out of her suitcase. She’s asleep in minutes.

The sound of someone banging on her door awakens her. She is momentarily confused, seeing an unfamiliar room. She blinks her eyes, clearing the sleep from them. She’s in a hotel room in the mountains of east Tennessee. Sitting upright, she grabs her phone to check the time.Shit!She’s overslept. She meant to be up an hour ago. The pounding on her door gets louder. Then a familiar voice calls to her.

“Hey, sugar! You awake?” Russell yells, banging on the door. Allison jumps from bed, grabbing a robe and throwing it on while hurrying to the door. “He’s going to wake the dead,” she mutters, jerking the door open after removing the chain.

“God, you ogre, stop yelling! You are making a scene,” Allison scolds, grabbing Russell’s hand and dragging him into her room. She shuts the door quickly. His deep rumbling laugh ignites her body instantly. Her nipples pebble into hard peaks.

“I came to get you for dinner. Emma wants everyone to eat together,” Russell says, turning to face her. “I thought afterward, we could see a mov–” He breaks off abruptly, sucking in a breath. Allison glances down. Her robe is hanging open. In her haste to answer the door, she’d tied it haphazardly. It has gapped open to reveal most of her ample breasts, stomach, and sex. She jerks it closed, flushing with embarrassment.

“Damn, sugar! You need to put some clothes on, or we are going to miss dinner.” Russell’s voice has dropped an octave to a husky, sexy tone. “On second thought, who needs dinner?” Russell moves into her personal space. “When there’s a feast right here.” He reaches for her. Allison’s breath leaves her body, her mouth as dry as a desert. His hand snakes behind her neck, drawing her to him. He takes her mouth in a heated kiss as she fists his shirt.

He walks her backward further into the room. Suddenly, she is falling onto her back in the middle of the king-sized bed. Her robe falling completely open, baring her naked body to him. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Russell rasps. His pupils dilating with desire as his eyes feast on her. Standing at the edge of the bed, the heat of his gaze sets her body on fire. She can’t ever remember wanting a man as much as she wants him.

“Russell,” Allison says in a breathy whisper. When he begins to climb on top of her, she scoots back onto the bed to give them some room, arching into his gentle caresses. Her brain stops working correctly. There’s somewhere important she needs to be, but with his hands on her, she can’t think of anything else.

Her lady parts are screaming for him to take her, fast and hard. It’s been a very long time since she’s been with a man. She has a vibrator, but let’s face it, it’s nothing like the real thing. She wants and needs him to be inside her.

“Sugar, you are exquisite.” Russell’s voice is ragged and cracks with desire. “I’ve never seen such beauty.” He locks eyes with hers before lowering his mouth to her right breast. The suction causes a moan to escape her. His warm mouth and expert hands work her nipples into hard peaks. She’s lost in the moment. Her hands grip his hair, encouraging him to continue. Russell’s mouth moves to her left breast showering it with attention.

After a few moments, he raises his head, kissing Allison long and deep. She spreads her legs, letting his body fall between them. She grinds her wet sex against his long hard erection, only the thin fabric of his dress pants between them. He kisses his way along her jaw, to her left ear sucking the lobe into his mouth before nibbling gently on it.

Then he trails kisses down her neck and around her breasts. He nips, licks, and sucks his way down until he is hovering over her soaking wet heat. His hands push her knees farther apart, staring down at her for a long moment. Allison becomes uncomfortable under his gaze and tries to pull her legs together. Her movement brings him out of his trance.

“No, sugar, don’t hide yourself from me,” Russell rumbles. His eyes lock with hers, lowering his head to kiss each inner thigh. Allison shivers from the delightful sensations. When he slips his tongue between her lower lips, her hips buck up to meet his mouth. Placing her legs on his shoulders, he finds her clit, flicking it with his tongue.

Allison is lost in sensations she hasn’t felt in a long, long time. He works her for several minutes until her bucking becomes frantic, demanding more. He slips a couple of fingers inside her, curving them just right to hit that special spot inside. Before long she is quaking all over, moaning his name. Her thighs squeezing his head. Still, he strokes her until she comes down from her orgasm.

Russell releases her clit and withdraws his fingers, moving back up her body, planting tender kisses along the way. When he reaches her mouth, they share a long, sweet kiss. Allison can taste her essence on his tongue. She’s never had a lover go down on her like this and then kiss her.

All too soon, Russell breaks their kiss and rests his forehead against hers. They are both panting to catch their breath. “God, Russell!” Allison finds hers first. “What…why…shit I can’t even talk.” Russell chuckles and raises up.

“That good, sugar? I haven’t even given you my cock yet.” His smug grin brings Allison out of her stupor. She pushes him hard on each shoulder, but he doesn’t even move. He laughs out loud before rolling off her when she growls at him.

“Get off me, you ogre!” Allison grabs her robe and tries to cover herself. “Do you often attack women in their hotel room?” Allison grumbles. She moves off the bed. Russell snags her around the waist and pulls her back onto the bed. He looms over her with a fierce look on his face.

“I didn’t attack you, Allison.” His tone is sharp, but it doesn’t sting nearly as bad as him calling her by her name and not sugar. “You dragged me in here if you recall. I’m sorry if I went too far, but you didn’t say no or tell me to stop. When I saw you barely covered by that flimsy robe…laying spread out on the bed like you were just waiting for me. I couldn’t resist.” His voice has softened by the end of his declaration.

“Oh, Russell…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like it sounded.” Allison gives him a little smile while shaking her head. “I wasn’t trying to insinuate you forced me. I was just caught off guard and…well, a little embarrassed. I don’t usually act like this.” Allison sighs, searching for the words to make him understand.

“Don’t act like what?” He questions. Their eyes locked, like he can see into her soul. She looks away, feeling uncomfortable with the intimacy, but focuses back on him when she answers.

“Like some floozy, throwing herself at the hot guy who gives her a little attention. That’s what my parents would say. They’d be so ashamed of me.” Allison blushes.

“You are not a floozy, sugar.” Russell lowers himself over her once more, resting his weight on his left forearm which he has braced on the mattress beside her head. His right hand smooths the hair out of her eyes. “You are a gorgeous woman that knows what she wants, who enjoys sex. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Russell lowers his head and places a gentle kiss on her lips. She sighs, opening her mouth to deepen their kiss. He pulls back after a few sweet moments of their tongues dancing.

“So, you think I’m hot, huh?” Russell smirks. Allison rolls her eyes. Of course, he would focus on that and not her poor behavior. He laughs at her eye roll. He leans over her, lowering his lips just above hers. “Just one more?” He captures her lips, stealing her breath.

“Caveman,” Allison chuckles when they break apart, pushing gently against his chest.

“Get dressed, sugar. If we keep this up, we are going to be late for dinner,” Russell says with another smirk, before he kisses her forehead and raises up off the bed. “We don’t want to give your aunts anything to be gossiping about, now do we?”

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