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With a hand to her back, I walk her to the elevator in my hotel for the night. A Cheshire Cat smile is plastered on her face and once the elevator doors close, we’re back. Her legs wrap around my waist and I turn to press her against the wall.
She tastes like bourbon and strawberries. Up until now, I hadn’t really cared much for the fruit but now I’m afraid I’ll never be able to eat them and not get hard.
The elevator dings a little too early, and the door opens. A man stands with wide eyes looking at us. I reach back to click the close door button.
“Take the next one,” I clip, and Wyla giggles.
“Lucky bastard,” he mumbles as the door shuts.
“That was rather rude, maybe he wanted to watch,” she muses.
I kiss down her neck and she lets out a hum of approval. “Him being in here wouldn’t have stopped me, baby. But I don’t even want to share the thought of you with someone else tonight.”
The elevator dings again at my floor, and I carry her to my door all while having her lips on mine. As I swipe the card and open the door, she’s taken control of the kiss and I’m not even mad about it. I’ll let her have this.
She starts to kiss down my neck as I carry her back to bed. “Wyla, before this goes too far, I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”
“The page is”—kiss—“we’re going to have a one-night stand”—kiss—“and you’re going to make me orgasm multiple times tonight.”
“And you’re good with that?” Part of me hates the stipulation of one night only. I’m not sure one night will be enough of her, but I also don’t know if I could even giveher more with my schedule. But for tonight? I want all of her.
Wyla pulls back. “Yes, one night, Jett. Just one night. Now put that mouth somewhere useful.”
“With pleasure.” I lay her back on the bed, and travel down her body. I pepper the skin peeking out from her crop top with kisses, and she shivers beneath me. I unbutton the top of her shorts and she lifts her hips, letting me slide both them and her fishnets down but I stop around her knees to keep her legs restricted.
I kiss back up her thighs and pepper more kisses at the edges of her black thong. She writhes more with each kiss, each movement trying to bring me closer to the center.
“Fuck. You’re every wet dream come to life. All night you’ve had me wondering what you taste like.” I place a few more kisses along the edge of her thong and she groans.
“Jett, mouth… useful.”
I smile against her skin, inching closer until I set a kiss to her center over top of her underwear. I can still feel her wetness soaking through as I circle my tongue around her clit. She moans loudly and tries to spread her legs wider but can’t because of the shorts.
“More,” she groans.
I give one more kiss with slightly more pressure over her underwear but then take it a step further biting her pussy.
Her back arches. “Oh hell, do that again.”
I oblige happily, biting her slightly harder.
“Fuck, why does that feel so good?”
“We’re just getting started, Wy.”
Chapter 11
After I finish working up a room, I check my phone for what feels like the thousandth time.They’re fine. She’s fine. Jett would call if he needed me. But maybe the lack of phone calls or texts is what’s bothering me.
I’m happy Jett’s in the picture now. I’m happy my daughter won’t grow up and wonder who in the world her father is. There’s just this tiny little devil on my shoulder who keeps whispering in my ear constantly. It whispers a lot of things… about Jett only showing interest in me because he feels obligated, or Stevie will love him more and want to stay with him or that she’ll be taken from me, and mostly my guilt.
I feel like I’ve experienced two forms of anxiety. One is pre-baby. I didn’t struggle with it much growing up, blame it on being the baby of the family, I suppose. But I felt asif I just had normal anxieties, tests at school, sneaking out and getting caught.
The second form of anxiety is mom anxiety and it fucking sucks. I can’t even take a shower now without having this stupid devil on my shoulder whispering in my ear.What if Stevie happens to find some random small item and sticks it in her mouth and chokes? You’d have no idea, you're showering. Did you hear that noise? I think she’s screaming for you, but you don’t care, you're taking the first shower you’ve had in days.
You think, oh, shower while they sleep? Problem solved. Nope, it’s still there, that little fucker never leaves and just like a toddler, doesn’t know how to play the quiet game.
I check to make sure my ringer is up so I don’t miss any text or calls and slide my phone back in my scrub pocket.They’re fine. She’s fine.
