Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Her warm pussy is snug against my cock. It wouldn’t take but a small motion to drag her cunt along my cock. Even through my boxers and her thin white panties, I can feel the clear outline of her pussy lips on my dick. I could slip my cock out and pull her panties to the side. It would be so easy to push right into her. I know she’s wet. It’s soaking through both our underwear. I take a deep breath, trying to get myself under control.
“Hunter,” she moans. Never has my self-control been tested more than in this moment.
She has to be having a sex dream. Why else would she be so damn wet with little moans coming from her? She’s trying to kill me here. I’m starting to understand what blue balls are now. I thought it was some dumb shit men made up. But it’s all too fucking real. Still, it's worth the pain to have her pressed to me this way.
“Angel,” I grit out.
As much as I never want to move, I have to get the fuck out of here before I do something that has her hating me. Then I truly will be fucked.
My messed-up mind starts coming up with ways that would make it impossible for her to leave. I could blackmail her. The hell? I might be a cold asshole, but even I couldn’t do those things.
“Angel,” I growl again, going to move her off me. My fingers dig into her ass to do just that, but all I do is pull her closer.
“Yeah,” she finally responds, her voice filled with sleep. “I love when you call me that.” She must lick her lips because her tongue brushes against my neck. A rumble leaves me. Without thinking, I roll, pinning her to the bed.
Her eyes fly open, a gasp leaving her. I stare down at her. She really is a damn angel. “Fuck,” I grit out before I spring from the bed, putting as much space as I can between us.
8
Aspen
I continue to stare at the closed bedroom door that Hunter had slammed behind him as he stormed from the room. I fight tears, upset that I’ve made him so mad. I’ve seen sparks of his anger and even heard some stories before I’d met him, but I’ve never been on the other side of it before. It’s not somewhere I wanted to find myself, and I’m still unsure of what I did to land myself there.
“Oh gosh.” I put my hands to my face as the fog of sleep lifts and the reality of what happened starts to settle in. I’m pretty sure that I’d been dry humping him in my sleep. I thought he’d said I was tempting to him. That he wanted me. Squishing any of those silly rumors I’d heard about him.
I’d woken once in the night to realize I was wrapped around the man like a vine, but I could feel his hand stroking my back gently, so I didn’t think he minded. I’d let myself drift back off to sleep. Something that had been easy to do with him pressed against me.
I haven’t slept this well in months. I’m always in fear that I’m going to get busted staying in one of the rooms at the hotel without paying for it. I think knowing that I had permission to be here and that Hunter was close, promising me everything was going to be okay, I crashed hard. I’m not even sure what time of day it is. The thick curtains in the room are pulled closed, revealing nothing.
I pull myself from the bed to use the bathroom and try to get myself together. The man has been so sweet, and I’d gone and humped him in my sleep. He was so pissed about it. Not that I can blame him.
Putting on another robe, I make my walk of shame out of the bedroom to find Hunter and tell him I’m sorry. That I’ll find a place to stay tonight. I also need to find out what time it is. The last thing I need to add to my little book of crimes is being late for my shift. With the holidays being here, every room is booked right now, meaning a lot more work for me.
Again, the same as last night, Hunter is pacing with his phone in his hand when I find him in the living room area. There is no missing the boxes that now litter the floor. There are at least a dozen of them scattered everywhere. I recognize some of the names on a few of them. They are all from high-end designers and such. I’m sure no expense was spared.
“I’m sorry I touched you,” I blurt out. Hunter slowly lifts his head when he hears my voice. A smile pulls at his lips, filling me with a sense of relief. I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he was going to have. He can’t be too mad if he’s giving me a half smile. I’ll take it.