Page 33 of Holly

He snickered as she took her shoes off. Totally ignoring me like I did not exist. He said, "Well, I'm pretty sure. Actually, because I know so, your room number is on that list today. Third time and all. I'm fired. We can carry on with the exclusive sex portion of the contract, but...you're not my boss anymore, Holly."

That redheaded bitch just straddled his hips and sat on his ass. She oiled up her hands and looked over at me with a wicked smile and said, "You're stupid."

"Cass-i-dy," he scolded like he would a child.

I watched in horror as she slid her slick hands up his back and he sighed a sound that had me damn near ready to murder her ass. At this point, I had been angry enough times and so severely I didn’t even notice if I got a bad taste in my mouth. I was pretty sure the stomach ache was simply due to the emotion and may cramp up because every muscle on my body was tensing.

I didn't know this person. Me, not her. I didn't know her either, but she was not the one about to lose her shit. I was. I shook my head and said, "I got this."

She looked at me, at him, kept massaging. He smiled. I closed my eyes and said, "Tell her to stop, Stormy. I'll." I clenched and unclenched my fists because she was leaning way over, her big, perfect boobs pressing against his back. She was in a thin t-shirt and had a black-satin bra with red-lace trim that matched the red see-through top she had on. And a skirt. A—I thought about what Winston said about skirts.

I didn't realize I was next to the bed until she looked me eye to eye from her position on his ass.

He said, "Thanks, Cass. I think she'll take it from here."

Cassidy looked at me and winked as she got off the bed on the other side and then came around to get her shoes. She said, "I'll leave that for you. Lower back, right—"

"I'll figure it out," I snapped at her. She giggled and I started to walk after her, but Stormy grabbed my arm.

He said, "Hey. You got a back to rub."

"Rub your back. I'll rub your back all right." I got onto the bed and tried to sit like she had, but my shorts were modest, khaki, and not as giving. "Dammit!"

"Little more hands with the cursing would be nice." He picked up his phone, looked at it, snickered, and then set it back down. "No camping. Autumn is working this weekend. Party tonight instead."

I didn't want this man to die. Really and truly. However, as I pulled off my shorts and looked at him puffing out an impatient breath, I wondered if I could murder him. I crawled back into the bed, pumped a lot of oil into my hands and then started rubbing them all over his back.

"You're terrible at this." He lifted up, easily knocking me off of him. He got up, went to the door, closed it, locked it, and started back toward me. "Take your shirt off. Turn over."

I shook my head no. He shook his head and said, "Really? Now you say no? Take your shirt off and turn over, Holly, or I'm going to do it for you."

I looked at my oil slicked hands, at him, and some dark defiance just hit me, and I said, "No."

He moved over and grabbed the hem of my shirt and then pulled it up and over my head leaving it at my closed hands. He said, "Down. Now."

I refused because I was crazy. I was now sure of that. Also, why the hell was I turned on by it? What the fuck?

He made rather quick work of moving me to a forward-facing position as he climbed over me, effectively pinning me down before reaching past me to the oil bottle where he pumped twice and then put his hands on my back and said, "If you plan to do this, you need to do it right. Otherwise, I am calling her back in here. She will just push you off of me. And as much as I might be into a girl fight, you didn't fare so well against a bathroom and a slick floor, so...no."

I sighed as he pushed his giant hands along my spine. He was made of magic. Everything he did felt amazing to me. From the first time he put his mouth against my pussy to right now. "Wow."

"Right there, that is the spot. I need a lot of attention right there. Understand?" he asked. I hummed. "And here. Like this." I screaked out a sound of pain. "Sorry. I need that hard, deep. Understand?"

"Yes." I definitely understood the difference in the pressure.

"Good." He got up and I rolled. He looked at me and said, "Get up. Now you know what to do. I need you to do it or I need her to come back and do it for you."

"I bet she would like to do lots of things for me." I adjusted as he situated himself.

"Babe, half the campus would like to trade places with you. I promise, I wouldn't have this much difficulty getting them to rub my back, my feet, my dick, or anything else if they thought it might lead to one day rubbing elbows with professional football players’ wives, celebrities, or anyone else at the country club for that matter." He pulled his phone over and set the timer. "Give me thirty minutes of real effort and I'll make it worth it for you."

"How?" I asked. I was so pissed at him for so many things right now.

"What do you want?" he asked as he settled.

What did I want? What did I want? "I, uh...I want you to go down on me...for thirty minutes."

"Challenge accepted." He put his finger over the button and said, "Timer starts when you get your hands on me."