my hands over my face in frustration. Ditching a girl after sex had never been hard but that’s because I didn’t have to work with them.
Get a fucking grip.
She’s just a girl.
Just another piece of ass.
Maybe a shower will break me out of this. What I really need to do is jack off. I grab a change of clothes and head to the bathroom. The suite is empty and I stop as I pass Sam’s closed door. I have to force myself to keep moving. I have no idea why the hell I am so drawn to this girl.
When I open the door to the bathroom, I almost blow a fucking load in my pants. Samantha is in the bathtub, surrounded by candles and bubbles gently floating around her. There is a slight humming noise, holy fucking shit. She’s getting herself off. She arches, her perfect tits rising out of the surface of the water. I smile as a moan rips through her lips and her body seems to tense, her mouth falling open as she comes back down from her high. I am trying to fight every instinct I have to go over there and show her how much better I could do it. How fast I could have her screaming my name. I can’t. I have my no repeat rule for a reason.
“I hope you were thinking of me.”
She jumps at the sound of my voice. “Hunter? Get the fuck out!” she grasps for a towel next to her and quickly stands up, wrapping it around her.
“Don’t stop on my account, cupcake.” I lean against the counter, taking in every inch of skin that I can see. God, this girl is fucking sexy.
“Do you have no boundaries?” Her voice is laced with annoyance and anger but it doesn’t deter me.
I take a step toward the tub. “You said you were going to bed. How was I supposed to know you were in here flicking the bean?”
“Ugh! I really can’t stand you!” She steps out of the tub but as she is trying to stomp away, slips. I reach out and catch her, taking advantage of the opportunity to have her pressed against me. She gasps as I lift her up, still keeping her close to me.
Once she’s stable, I can’t help but notice the way she smells like fresh strawberries. I dip my head down and run my nose up her neck, eliciting goosebumps across the rest of her skin. When I reach her chin, I pull back a little bit. I see the desire in her eyes. She wants me just as much as I want her. My attention is drawn to her mouth as her teeth grasp her bottom lip. I free it with my thumb before crashing my mouth against hers. Needing a piece of her. A taste of what I can’t let myself have.
I pull away and I swear it’s the hardest thing I’ve done in a while. She’s like a fucking magnet that I can’t resist. I walk out of the bathroom without a word. This job might pay a lot of fucking money but I don’t know how long I can handle this shit.
My alarm goes off at five the next morning and I almost throw my phone against the wall. I don’t know how Sam deals with this schedule. It is insane. When I was hired, they gave me her schedule for the week and I couldn’t believe it. I am surprised they don’t limit her to timed bathroom breaks. I get dressed in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt before heading out to meet her.
I’m pouring a cup of coffee when I hear her door open. The sight of her stops me dead in my tracks. She is wearing the shortest pair of jeans shorts I’ve ever seen and a bright pink shirt that shows just the smallest area of her stomach. We haven’t even started the day and I already need a cold fucking shower.
“Close your mouth, you might catch flies.” She walks by me and I hear a laugh escape her lips. She’s fucking playing with me.
I follow her as she walks out of the suite and when we are in the elevator, I catch her looking at the spot I held her up against in the elevator at the venue. “I see you looking, cupcake. I know you are just waiting for the next time I have my hands all over you.”
She turns to me.