Stop thinking about her pussy, dickhead.
Maybe it would be easier if I hadn’t seen her tits on the plane. When she’d started undressing, I’d frozen. And the more buttons she’d undone, the more I wanted to see. The more I wanted to touch. That lace bra cupping her breasts, pushing them up so I could think of nothing else.
“Wow,” Sumner said, bringing me back to the present. She glanced around, and I followed her gaze. Everyone was dressed in suits, lanyards draped around their necks like Olympic medals. “Looks like a busy weekend for the hotel. The WAP is getting a lot of action.”
This time, I really did laugh. “I hope they have a mop.”
“Gimme all you got.” She did a little dance, popping her hips and her ass. She had some moves, and I groaned, imagining her rolling those hips in bed. She laughed, walking on, completely oblivious to the effect she had on me.
The concierge greeted me as we approached. “Good afternoon, Mr. Wolfe. We’re glad to have you staying with us again.” I nodded, watching Sumner out of the corner of my eye. “Very good. And I see you have a companion this time.”
“A colleague,” I corrected, not wanting him to get the wrong impression. Though maybe I was the one who needed the reminder.
After he escorted Sumner and me to our rooms, we agreed to meet up for dinner. I called down to the front desk and asked them to arrange for tickets toHamilton,knowing how much Sumner would enjoy it. I’d done it on impulse, remembering the way she’d spoken about wanting to attend a Broadway show.
And since she was my coach, I had a feeling this was a plan she’d support. She’d been encouraging me to branch out, to try new things and spend less time working now that I’d delegated or deleted more of my tasks in the wake of the time audit. And the more I let go of, the better I felt.
On previous business trips, doing something as spontaneous as taking a night off for a show would’ve been unthinkable. But any concerns over losing a few hours of work evaporated the moment I told Sumner of our plans. It was all worth it to see her reaction. To feel her body pressed to mine when she wrapped her arms around my neck out of excitement and gratitude.
“Thank you, Jonathan,” she whispered in my ear, her breath tickling my skin. My cock stirred, and I gave her a quick squeeze before releasing her.
“My pleasure.”
Dinner was filled with talk of the upcoming performance, and her excitement hadn’t dissipated, even hours later when we filed out of the theater. Her megawatt smile was bright enough to light up Times Square. It certainly had the circuits in my brain going haywire.
“Oh my god.” Sumner hooked her arm through mine, grinning as we walked down the street back to our hotel. I’d offered to call for the car, but she’d insisted on walking. I didn’t mind. It meant more time with her. “That was amazing. Thank you.”
I chuckled, amused by her pink cheeks and loose smile, her bright eyes. She was gorgeous, and I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed. All evening, every man in a five-mile radius had been looking at her.Us.Trying to figure out if I was her father, her colleague, or something else. Not for the first time, I wanted us to be something else. Something more.
I’d never experienced this deep longing. This desire for something or someone that was so clearly off-limits. In the past, if I wanted something, I took it. If I was interested in a woman, I pursued her.But with Sumner…I shook my head. Sumner was different.
And we could never be anything more.
Even so, I couldn’t help imagining it. Especially here, away from LA. Away from everyone. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had so much fun with a woman, and I wasn’t ready for the evening to end. Hell, I’d spent more time watching her than the performance.
“That was amazing.” She released me and floated down the sidewalk.
“Yes.” I chuckled. “You already said that.”
“I know, but it’s true! And I’m so amped up now, I’m not sure how I’m going to fall asleep.” She spun around, her dress twirling with the movement, lifting higher so I could see her thighs. Did she have any idea the effect she had on me?
“We could grab a drink?” I gestured to a bar down the street.
“That sounds nice,” she said. “So, what’d you think of the show?”
“The actors were talented, and I loved seeing history come to life in such a visceral way.”
“But…?”
“But I guess maybe I’m not a fan of rap.”
She laughed, the sound light.
“What?”
“You sound like my dad.”
I froze, reality splashing over me like a bucket of ice-cold water.
