“Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.”
She cries out my name again as she listens to my command, and as her pussy squeezes me, I know I need to pull out. Seeing her fall apart like this is too goddamn hot. I can’t take it, but I’m not ready to be done quite yet.
Fuck.
I have to.
She’s still in a frenzy, her body contracting everywhere as she rides out her orgasm, and I pull out, fisting myself as I shoot my cum all over her ass, my other finger still working her ass until we’re both spent. I drop my finger out of her, and as much as I want to collapse on top of her, I’d rather take her up to my room where we can lie in bed together and sleep off the workout we just gave each other.
I climb off the table, and I immediately untie her. I use the sheet to clean my cum off her ass, and then I help her sit up. I help her get dressed, too, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder before I pull her shirt on over her, surprised at the intimacy I feel with her right now.
I help her into the wheelchair.
“Best massage ever,” she says to me with a grin before I open the door.
I can’t help my own grin back.
Jesus, I’ll never look at a massage table the same way ever again.
CHAPTER 22: Millie Monroe
Smile, Relax
As we get off the elevator on the ninth floor of the tower we’re both staying in, I ask, “Does the spa count as an excursion?”
“In the technical sense, an excursion is an activity or experience, right? So I’d say yes. I mean,Idefinitely had an experience back there. A fucking revelation, really. Why?” he asks.
“So we can check excursion sex off the bucket list.” My cheeks heat as I say the words, but the inhibitions are low in my current state of relaxed giddiness—a contradiction, I know, but it’s the only way I can describe what I’m feeling.
He laughs at my assessment. We get to my room, and I flash my keycard at the door. He wheels me in and helps me from the chair back to the couch, and I can’t help myself as he folds up the wheelchair to store it in the corner.
The first thing I do is pick up my phone.
I haven’t had access to it since before we went to the aquarium, a full four hours ago.
Apart from sleep, I can’t think of the last time I was without my phone for four hours.
I spot a text from my mom, and on top of that, my notifications are exploding. It feels like it’ll take me days to catch up on what I missed, and I know I need to go live. Maybe I’ll talk about the spa. The massage was great—and became even better at the end, a detail I’ll definitely leave out…though I’m tempted to talk about the fact that I found a vacation hookup here. I won’t say his name, obviously, but that doesn’t mean I can’t mention the fact that I met someone who’s making this vacation a whole hell of a lot—
“Millie!” Archer yells, interrupting my thoughts.
“Huh?” I ask, my head whipping over to him. “What?”
“I called your name like four times.”
“Oh, sorry.” I glance at my half-typed reply to my mom about how I’m having a great trip, and I really think I could turn this into a paid partnership—even though in reality I’m still a little doubtful about that—before I set my phone down. “What?”
“Never mind,” he mutters. “I’m heading back to my room. I guess I’ll see you around.”
“What the hell?” I ask. “Why are you leaving?”
“I guess I fooled myself for a minute there, but it’s nothing.” His eyes are on the ground as he says the words.
“What’s nothing?” I press.
He shakes his head a little as his eyes lift to mine. “I thought for a minute you could just, I don’t know…relax. Be away from your phone, your socials, whatever.”
“I was. For four hours. And it was great. But now I’m back, and I missed four hours’ worth of work. I’m not scrolling for fun. I’m scrolling for my job. Don’t you getthat?” I ask, not bothering to mention that I was actually texting my mother back when I heard him interrupt me.
