“I love how you look at me,” she murmured, her eyes black with lust. “Like you could eat me alive.”
With his gaze cemented on hers, he tugged off his sweater, stood to remove his jeans and underwear. Her hungry gaze roamed over every inch of him, pausing at his erection before returning to his eyes.
They blazed with white-hot passion.
Still on the bed, she pushed to her knees. With a wiggle of her index finger, she beckoned. “Come here with your sexy self.”
He stood at the side of the bed. She dragged her fingernails down his chest and abs, leaving a trail of red to mark her territory before folding her warm fingers around his saluting shaft.
“You feel good, baby,” he said.
Wetness oozed out. She leaned down, ran her tongue over its head. Streams of pleasure flowed through him, while she caressed his balls and teased him with her talented tongue.
She slowed, pulled off him. “Let’s play.” Her voice had dropped, her lids were hooded, her breathing had increased.
“What’s your poison?”
She continued caressing his shaft, but her gaze floated past his pecs and into his eyes. “You’re staying at a very classy hotel.” A devilish smile lit up her eyes. “You’re at Dillinger. There’s an option for evening turn-down service, which you select.”
She broke eye contact, but her soft fingers never stopped stroking his shaft. When her gaze found his, she said, “You’re in your hotel room getting ready for a big pitch the next day. I come in to turn down your bed.” Her full-on smile sent a bolt of lightning streaking through him.
“So, I’ve got sex workers at my hotel?”
She rose up, kissed him. “Just me, earning tips on the side.”
He smiled. “I love your deviant mind, Britain. Do you want to act this out?”
“Definitely,” she said. “Why don’t you put on your robe? I’ll grab a laptop.” With a saunter that kept him glued to her backside, she exited his bedroom.
He shrugged into his robe, pulled the comforter over the bed, then sat in the upholstered chair. She returned, laptop in hand.
She handed him the computer, eyed the bed. “Ready?”
He eyed his boner protruding through the slit in his robe. “Been ready.”
She left, returning a minute later wearing a see-through bra, a matching thong, and stilettos.
Damn, she’s hot.
His cock bobbed in anticipation.
From the doorway, she said, “Hello, sir. You asked for turn-down service.”
He gave her a once-over. “Come on in.”
“How’s your evening going?” she asked as she sashayed into the room.
“Goin’ alright.”
She bent at the waist to pull back the linens. When she did, he eyed her ass. Then, with a sway to her hips, she moseyed around to the other side. “What are you in town for?”
“I’ve got a big presentation tomorrow,” he said.
“That sounds exciting.” She pulled back the linens, bent over to fluff the pillows, giving him a view of her breasts. “Are you nervous?”
“I don’t get nervous.”
“If you were uptight, maybe I could help you relax.”
