My comfy pink and white striped PJ’s? Not a chance! Rifling through one of my overnight bags, he found a sheer, lace-trimmed black and white polka dot baby doll set from the Gloria’s Secret “Irresistible” collection. A sexy, diabolical grin whipped across his face upon coming across his treasure. “Perfection!” He expertly dressed me in the sexy sleepwear. It was hard for him to keep his mouth and hands off me, but I didn’t mind.
“Which bed?” asked Jaime, admiring his handiwork. “The client gets to pick.”
Typical of European boutique hotels, the charmingly furnished floral room had two double beds. I went for the one on the right closest to the French windows. He swept me into his arms and carried me to it, slipping me under the fluffy duvet. He followed me under the covers and snuggled close to my scantily clad body. The warmth of his flesh heated mine.
I rolled over to my side and propped myself up on my elbow. My eyes soaked in his face. His hooded blue eyes, his lush lips, and the strong angles of his stubble-laced jaw. God, he was gorgeous any way you looked at him. I dusted the tip of my braid across his dimpled chin, fighting off my hot desire to dip my tongue into the kissable indent.
“Mr. Zander, what I meant is… this is my bed. You sleep in the other one. Client’s wishes.” While we had fucked our brains out, sleeping with him in the same bed was strangely something I wasn’t ready for. It felt wrong. Even more so, it scared me.
Resting his head on the mountain of fluffy pillows, he cocked an eyebrow. “Gloria, you’ve got to be fucking kidding. I flew all the way to Paris to be with you, and you don’t want to sleep with me?”
I sat up and folded my arms across my chest. The way his eyes bore into mine was making this difficult. “No,” I said before changing my mind. “Go!” I aimed my pointer finger at the other bed.
He shot me that maddening smirk. “So, Ms. Long, before I unfortunately have to leave, can you tell me if I should put this room on my list of client expenses?”
“Stop procrastinating!” I playfully hit his bare chest with one of the pillows. When I thought about it more, I shouldn’t have been so frivolous. I was going to have to be extra careful working with Jaime, with his ruthless stepfather, Victor Holden, watching our every move.
“And should I bill time for this?” In a breath, he rolled on top of me, flattening me on the mattress. He smashed his lips against mine, with a fierce kiss that sent a rush of tingles to my core and then slipped his hand beneath my lace-trimmed bottoms. He fingered his way to my clit. I groaned.
“You don’t really want me to leave,” he breathed into my ear.
Confession: No, I didn’t. I was practically on fire. His fingers circled my bud vigorously, bringing me closer to combusting with each rotation. I fisted his silky hair and moaned, “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry,” he moaned back.
I could feel his cock hardening and elongating, growing thicker and hotter by the second. My body was desperate for him. Consumed with feverish desire, I moved one hand to the waistband of his pajama bottom and fumbled with the drawstring to loosen it.
“Good girl, Gloria,” he moaned as he raised his torso just slightly, enabling me to lower his bottoms. My hand skimmed his rock-hard ass. What an ass!
“Lift up!” he ordered.
I did as bid, and he pulled down my baby doll bottoms as far as they would go. “I should have just torn them off you,” he mumbled under his breath as my feet wiggled out of them.
With a powerful thrust of his knees, he spread my legs wide apart and then plunged his hot, pulsing cock into me. A loud, satisfied sigh met his penetration.
“Oh, angel, you’re so wet and ready for me.” He anchored his hands on the mattress to support himself and began to pump in and out of me.
“So. Do. You. Still. Want. Me. In. The. Other. Bed?” he grunted with each determined bang.
“No!” I gasped. He was hitting my G-spot repeatedly. I was falling apart at the seams with ecstasy.
A triumphant smile splayed on his face. “That’s what I thought.”
He picked up his pace with each long, hard stroke. I gripped his perfect buns of steel, pressing them forward with his thrusts, though, trust me, assistance was the last thing he needed. I just needed something to hold on to—to keep me from leaving this planet. Whimpering and rocking with him, I clenched my eyes. Sparks were flying in my head as my core prepared to burst with out of this world pleasure. Oh, God! I was not going to last much longer.
“Gloria, open your eyes. I want you to watch me come.”
I did as he asked and drank in the intensity that lusted on his sweat-drenched face. His half-moon eyes sucked me in and his luscious lips parted with pants of desire. His pulsating cock let me know he was on the verge.