CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"There you are," Julio said excitedly the moment she stepped into the hallway. "I wasn't sure if you'd gone back to the room. I was about to go up and check, in case you were laying on your bed, naked, waiting for me. Did I tell you how incredible you were in there? You had them eating out of your hand. Now, I want to take you back to my room and eat out your … " He finished the last word with a meaningful grunt, punctuated with a pinch of her ass.
"Why wait?" she said to him, and to herself, she said. If you're going to be a slut for your career, then you should do it right.
At the entrance to a hallway, Lissa saw a hotel maid pushing a bathroom cleaning cart. She stopped front of the bathrooms near the entrance to the conference area, about twenty yards away. She looked around and realized that they were all alone in that part of the hotel. It was late, and there were no other meetings going on. This would be perfect.
She grabbed his hand and placed it on her right tit, and said, "Now."
Julio's eye brow lifted with surprise, and then he pulled her against him so fast and so hard, it knocked her breath away. He the kiss came, it was possessing, demanding, and knee weakening. Her doubts and concerns collapsed and she became caught up in the moment.
"You are the most beautiful, incredible woman in the world, Lissa, you make me insane."
"I---
His mouth claimed her words. Time, place, work, children, everything disappeared except for his body, his touch, his incredible lips and tongue. He gripped her buttocks, and forced her hips against his need. She ground against him, the sensation annihilating all other thoughts. And then he stopped. "I want you now," he groaned, his breath hot against her ear.
She gasped as he pulled her skirt up high on her hips, then slid his fingers behind her panties and into the wet heat of her sex. As his fingers spread her wetness, she groaned as her breathing quickened. High pitched laughter and the sounds of voices, carried from the main part of the hotel, just thirty feet away. But, that didn't stop him. He changed his position, and added another finger, pushing it deeper inside her, as he tried to suck her nipples through her blouse.
A slutty fantasy filled her mind, and she wanted to turn around and bend over and have him take her right there in the hall. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling her, possessing her. But, then three innocent perfect baby faces popped into her head, and she knew she couldn't do anything that bold, that risky. Who would take care of her baby boys if both parents got nipped on indecency? "Not here, please," Lissa's breath came in ragged gasps. "Let's go to our room."
"No, you're going to come right here, right now," he growled.
The maids cart wheels echoed in the hall and Julio flattened them against the wall. But then the wheels stopped. He peeked around the palm and said. "She's doing the next bathroom, we have time."
And then his hand was back up her legs, fingers probing, exploring within her wet folds.
He kissed her hard, almost bruising her mouth, as he worked her clit with his circling thumb.
"There, there, come for me beautiful."
Before she could protest, the pleasure erupted inside her, as she convulsed around his fingers. He swallowed her cries with his lips, breathing in her pleasure. Her knees went weak.
He caught her, and helped her skirt back down her thighs.
Shhhhh," he said, as the maid pushed the cart past them, paying them no mind whatsoever. Lissa placed her hand on his erection, gasped at how hard and big he felt behind the fabric of his Italian suit. The maid put her cone outside the lady's room, and Julio tugged on Lissa's arm, pointing to an empty set of conference rooms at the far end of the hall. "If I can't put my cock into your perfect pussy right now, I'm going to fucking die."
Lissa felt the same way.
Once inside the unlit conference room, Julio dropped his pants in an instant, not bothering to remove his expensive Italian shoes. In the middle of the room, with not even a table for support, he lifted her body off the ground and positioned himself between her legs.
She was so wet with desire and recently coming that his cock went all the way in until she was speared onto his dick. He had one strong arm under her ass and the other at the small of her back. He began to fuck her, relentlessly, without reservation.
Hanging on for the ride of her life, Lissa tried to lock her ankles behind his back as she held on, grasping her fingers around his collar for support.
He fucked her, his body moving backwards a little with each thrust.
"Yes, fucking, yes!" He grunted, as he picked up speed.
Lissa felt his body tense, the calm before the storm. And then she was lost at sea, as the powerful gale of his cock batted against her hull, splintering to bits the last of her reservations, flooding her decks with waves of crashing pleasure, sinking her forever into a sea of bliss.
Time stood still, as Lissa blacked out a little, drunk on what his body could do to her, what his cock could do to her, what he could do to her.
A short time later, as they ventured back into the hallway, the cleaning cart was gone. Their clothes were back in place, but they couldn't hide the sweat, the messy hair, the flushes on their faces, or the smell of sex and cum on their bodies.
They walked in silence, separated by a few feet, wanting to appear like two professionals wrapping up after a long day, and not the people who'd just fucked like rabbits where anyone could have walked in on them.
Julio's thoughts seemed distant, for the first time things felt awkward, wrong. Lissa suddenly wondered if she'd repulsed him, with her bold and slutty behavior. She needed time to think, time to be alone.
"Uh, listen, I need to get back and relieve Joan, she's been alone with the babies all day."
"Yeah, I've got some things I need to do as well, see you tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow."
As Julio headed out the front of the lobby, to go do whatever he needed to go do, Lissa, didn't get off on her sister's floor. She'd totally lied about Joan needing a break.
They'd arranged for hotel nannies to help out, and she was sure Joan was just fine. They'd expected Lissa to be busy all day, maybe even all night. Joan had told her not to even think about coming back until morning.
So, she showered, and washed her hair, and went to bed naked.
She tried not to cry, she tried not to regret anything, but even still, it took many hours before she finally fell into a restless sleep.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
She woke to the sounds of banging on her door. "Lissa, are you in there?"
The urgent tone in Julio's voice made her instantly awake. She jumped out of the bed and grabbed a towel out of the bathroom, covering her nakedness as she opened the door.
It was dark outside, she glanced at the digital clock. It was three in the morning. Her heart flew into her throat. "Oh, God, what's wrong?" she shouted as Julio pushed into her room.
"I've been trying to call you. Joan's been trying to call you, get dressed. We need to go to the hospital."
Lissa's heart felt like it was going to rip out of her chest.
"Oh, my God, one of the boys. Which one? What happened?"
"I don't know, Joan just called me and said to get to the hospital right away. One of the boys fell ill or something and all of them were taken to the hospital, Joan's been trying to reach you. I've been trying to reach you."
Guilt tore at Lissa, as she remembered that she'd taken her phone off the hook and had turned off her cell phone, while she felt sorry for herself, wallowing in her post dirty sex doubts. She hadn't thought to call Joan and check on the boys. What kind of mother does that make me?
"Come on, hurry," Julio said.
Lissa struggled to find clothes, and couldn't seem to remember how to put on her pants, as fear and panic gripped her, shutting down all cognitive power.
"Here, let me help you," Julio said. He opened a drawer and found a t-shirt and helped her into it, neither of them caring that she wasn't wearing a bra. He picked up her purse and room key off the dresser and walked her out of the room.
In the taxi on the way to the hotel, Lissa lost it, breaking into uncontrollable sobs.
"There, there," Julio said, pulling her into his arms. "It's going to be fine, I'm sure, everything's going to be fine."
When they got to the hospital, Julio grabbed the first nurse he saw.
"My sons, my babies, can you tell me where they are?"
The nurse just looked at him, and shook his head, then pointed to a reception desk in the corner.
Julio was stomping towards it, Lissa right behind when they heard a familiar voice behind them.
Abby. "Julio, Lissa, thank god you're hear. Joan's about to go mental on me."
"Abby, what's happened, are the boys alright?" It was Julio, asking, the fear in his voice matching the fear in her heart. If anything happened to her boys while she was feeling sorry for herself, she'd never forgive herself. She already felt bad enough every time she left her babies as she worked to become the best consultant in the business.
She felt Julio's fingers entwining in hers, supporting her, and being supported as they awaited the dreaded news. Please God, please God.
"Joan called me after she couldn't reach either of you. She said that Marco was real sick, I got the hotel doctor to meet me up in their room, and Marco was a limp as a rag, feverish, barely able to open his eyes. The doctor took one look at him and called an ambulance, and while we were waiting he examined the other boys and said they were showing signs of getting sick as well. He made them take all three to the hospital."