ask, taking her pouty lip in between my teeth. I pull it out a little, like she does with mine. She sighs. “Please don’t beg me today, Win. I’m not strong enough to hold out. I’ve missed you. I want everything to be perfect. I want to take it slow,” I say again. My excuse seems weaker and weaker each time I say it. She hops off the counter.
“Your house. Now. I’m the most sexually frustrated person on the face of the planet,” she says.
I blow out a breath, happy she agreed to come home with me. I never thought about how she was feeling sexually. I’ve been neglecting her because I don’t trust myself. It’s one thing for me to have perma-blue balls, but I need to please Windsor. I feel like a complete dickhead. I’ll have to remedy that the second we get out of this hotel room. It’s making me jumpy now that we’re back by the bed.
And with her wearing my shirt that falls to her knees she’s like a walking wet dream. Her eyes linger on me while she waits for me to respond. My cock is still hard and standing at attention like it has been since the second I walked into the hotel. It’s like Pavlov’s fucking dogs. It knows what these rooms mean.
“How’s Gretchen’s handiwork?” I ask. I can’t keep the smile off my face at her mortified expression.
“Why don’t you come check it out for yourself?” Zing. I feel like a weak pussy for not being able to take her up on the offer right this second.
“Let’s go. I’ll get up close and personal with it,” I look at my watch, “in one hour and fifteen minutes. Follow me back?” I ask. I hate that she can’t ride with me, but we can’t leave her car and honestly, staying here with that asshole here isn’t even an option.
When I saw them in the hallway, I knew it was Nash. I looked him up after the first time she mentioned she had a cheating fiancé. I know where he lives. I know he works in her office building. I also know his social security number and that he leaves his house every day at 8:25 a.m. I won’t tell Windsor any of that though.
“Turn around,” she mumbles. “I’m going to take off your shirt. If I look at you for another second looking like you do, I’m going to slam you down on that bed and have my wicked way with you, issues or not.”
I laugh, but a fucking pit forms in my stomach. She said I have issues. I guess I do. I definitely do not want to see her naked in this room. The fact she knows, and is trying to prevent it, makes me happy and fucking angry. I turn around and fold my arms behind my head. The whole situation is hot and incredibly unfair at the same time.
“Change,” I order. “I guess I should have asked if you need to stay here for this conference first. That would be the gentlemanly thing to do…do you?”
My black shirt lands on the bed in front of me. “They can’t pay me enough to stay here with him,” she says, stopping mid-sentence. “I’ll call my boss when I get in the car. She’ll understand. Maybe I can make it to the office later today, too,” she says.
“Or maybe you won’t,” I say, shrugging on my shirt and turning around. She has her suitcase in her hand, ready to go. Her face is still a little red and her hair is all fuck-me-now. Very deliberately she skates her gaze down my body and back up. God damn, it does things to me I never knew one look could do.
“You’re right. I probably won’t,” she whispers. I grab her suitcase from her, because I will be keeping it with me for collateral. She doesn’t object. Grabbing my free hand in hers, she hugs herself to my side, like it’s where she’s always been. When we arrive in the lobby there are way too many people standing around. It makes me nervous. I glance at the exit out of habit.
Windsor tenses beside me. The guy from her office notices us and actually has enough balls to approach. “I’m sorry, Windsor,” Garrett says, looking directly at me. “I guess I didn’t realize how upset you’d be if Nash was here at the same time. It’s been what? Two years?” he asks, and it pisses