Page 23 of SEAL Mates

“Burn in the pocket?”

“Yeah, without spending dough.”Again, I’d confused her. Maybe I was overdoing my British accent because I knew it was getting her hot and bothered. She had lust in her eyes as she released her dark locks in the ponytail and let them loose. I wasn’t dead down there, I knew she was flirting with me and the idea of her being attracted to me turned me on even further.

I growled as she stood up and her eyes turned darker than I’d seen them from the moment I entered her hotel room. It was small, but then I didn’t expect her to be staying in the Ritz. She had one of two choices in town. I’d never stayed in either of the hotels, but everyone talked about old Mrs. Marple keeping her rooms to a standard and even going a little overboard with some of the decor. She’d been to France once and there was a rumor of her having a lover and wanting to live there for good. Every room had a crystal chandelier, something I thought was a rumor, but it was in front of me, as I moved closer towards Paula.

The bathrooms all had separate toilets, she’d proudly voiced as being hygienic and a couple of guests whose cars I had fixed had said the same thing. It was something they loved about this place. I didn’t get it, but that could just be me. I didn’t have any luxury while I was in the Navy and out of it, all I ever did was fix cars and cover myself in oil.

In one shift motion, I moved her from the table, to the wall next to it. She gasped as our faces were only a couple of inches away from each other. I was just a little taller than her and I could feel her breath coming in sharp bursts against my cheek.

She didn’t protest, nor say a word. I came here for an interview, but the way her heart was racing, I had the impression that I could get a lot more.

The room was quiet, it was as if we were the only ones in the whole hotel. I couldn’t get rid of this ache a moment longer so I Blake forward then licked her Jawa and then covered my l its with hers. She groaned as my cock hardened against her stomach. Her legs wrapped around mine as if on instinct and I pressed her closer to my arousal.

“You like that?”

Without hesitation she replied. “Fuck, yeah!”

I went to touch her hair, her strawberry scented hair and I pulled her closer to my mouth and away from the side that she was tilting her head to.

My other hand placed on her shoulders, as I spun her around and her hands pressed against the walls.

I took her hair in my hands and pulled her head to the side, so I could kiss her neck. I drowned them in hot wet kisses only able to kiss one side of her shoulder as I yanked her jersey to the side. My hips ground against her ass.

My phone started to vibrate in my pocket breaking the sound of our panting and groaning. Neither of us were naked, but I was touching her in all the wrong places and her excitement made it clear that she hadn’t been touched like this in a long time or sh was enjoying it. She wasn’t alone.

I ignored my phone as it rang, but then hers did too and it was as if we had a rude awakening as I backed away from her.

I’d completely lost myself in the moment and I realized it the moment there was a knock at the door. I had to leave quickly, she didn’t turn to face me, it was a good thing. My boner was a sight for sore eyes. I had to find a place to jerk off, far away from here, and while doing so I would make sure whoever was behind the door had no idea what the pair of us were doing in here.

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