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“Probably even eleven. I need a shower.”
He gives me some space. “I’ll order us some room service.”
“You don’t want to join me?”
“Another time. I’m hungry, and you gotta be starving.”
“But you’re all sweaty.”
“I’m used to being sweaty; plus I’m totally happy smelling like this.”
He pats me on the ass and turns on the water. While I wash my hair he peeks through the curtain and reads me the menu. It’s already two by the time I’m done with my shower. I have nothing clean to put on, so I use one of the robes the hotel provides for guests who rent the nice rooms. I find Randy lying on the bed, watching Sportsnet.
He’s still shirtless and wearing jeans. He pats the bed. “Come hang out with me.”
I lie in the mound of pillows, and he slides an arm behind my back, pulling me close. It’s comfortable, which is a little unnerving. I get all cozy along his side and close my eyes. I’m so tired. Having two jobs is exhausting, as is multiple orgasms and awesome sex.
I must nod off, because suddenly Randy’s all up in my face, using my boobs to shake me awake. I open my eyes with a frown.
He’s smiling. “Food’s here!”
“Nice.”
We sit cross-legged on the bed, and I devour the entire personal pizza he ordered for me. It was only six slices. “I’m so full.” I lean back against the pillows and rub my belly through the robe. “And sleepy again.”
“So catch a nap.”
I check the clock. It’s already three-thirty. “I have to leave in an hour.”
He frowns. “And you’re off at what time?”
“Not until ten.”
“You should call in sick.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not sick.”
“So? Come on, call in.” He crawls up my body and lies to the right of me. “I don’t have another Toronto game for a month, and I doubt you can get a whole weekend off to come to a Chicago game.”
I run my fingers through his hair, debating.
“You can nap, and then we can use the rest of that box of condoms.” He traces the edge of the robe and pulls the tie free. “I promise it’ll be more fun than work.” He parts my robe and circles a nipple with his fingertip. It pebbles under his touch.
I shouldn’t call in. I should work my shift, but he’s right, I can’t logically coordinate the time off with both jobs, and there’s no guarantee he’ll still be interested in another month. This could potentially be my last opportunity to have seriously uninhibited sex.
I sigh. “Okay.”
“You’ll call in?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll get your phone.” He rolls off the bed and jogs to the bathroom. He returns with my purse and my bag of goodies from Shopper’s. He holds up the box of condoms I purchased. “You’re a regular Girl Scout, aren’t you?”
“It’s Girl Guides in Canada.”
“Good to know. You better call work quick. We have twenty-three condoms to blow through tonight. We have to get started on that right away.”
I wait until Randy turns the volume down on the TV before I call. Once I’m on the phone with my boss, he runs his hands up my shins. When he reaches my knees, I kick at him. He grabs my legs and spreads them apart, pulling me down the bed.
I mouth for him to stop, but he pulls me in tight, grinding against me. He’s already hard. I can both see and feel him through his jeans.
“I’m so sorry. I know. It must have been something I ate. I got takeout last night, and I’ve been sick all day.” I cough to cover my groan when he rubs against my clit. “I thought I’d be over it by now, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to work around food if there’s a possibility I’m contagious. I should have called earlier—Yes, of course. I’ll call tomorrow and let you know. ’Kay, thanks. I’m sorry again.”
I hang up the phone. “You couldn’t have waited until I was done before you started with the humping?”
“What fun would that have been?” He takes my phone and tosses it on the bed, then lies on top of me.
“I thought I was supposed to nap.”
“Fuck first. Nap later.”
“You’re insatiable.”
I pull his mouth down to mine, and the only sounds I manage after those are moans of affirmation.
True to his word, Randy keeps me up most of the night. I’m naked the entire time, and the only reason I get out of bed is to hose down or use the bathroom.
He orders wine and cheese and fruit for us to snack on between sexings. I don’t think I’ve ever been this indulged in my life—not with sex or attentiveness.
Randy has some interesting sex habits I can now cross-reference with his bunny groups: he always starts with the covers on, and then we lose them later. He likes the lights down in the beginning, and then he likes to be able to see me when I come.
