AllFreeNovel
Share Us
ELLA: XOXOXOX
I sat back and smiled to myself. Steph could always talk me down from a bad choice and she'd never steered me wrong before. She didn't really like Jerkface and had always suggested I date other men before I got married -- so I'd know for sure I had picked the right guy for my husband. She was probably right about Josh, too.
I went to the office kitchen and took out my lunch, which I had picked up on the way to work. I sat at my desk and worked through lunch, noshing on a pastrami sandwich on rye but did not indulge in the side of garlic pickle, not wanting to ruin my chances with Josh. When three o'clock came around, I packed up my things, reached into my bag to find the small black hotel room key with the Ritz-Carlton logo on it, and left the office. It was only two thirty and the Ritz-Carlton wasn't very far away. I'd be early, but if so, I wanted to go to one of the hotel's public restrooms and brush my teeth, freshen up before I went up to the room.
My stomach was all in knots as I arrived at the front of the hotel. I stopped and looked up and down the street, taking in the experience of actually being there. Across the street from the hotel was Central Park and directly across from the entry was a bronze statue of Jose de San Martin. When I walked up to the front doors, I saw two black-suited doormen in top hats, who opened the doors when I approached.
"Good afternoon, Miss," one of them said. "Welcome to the Ritz-Carlton."
"Thank you," I said and entered the plush interior. I walked around the entrance and tried to brand it all into my memory so I'd never forget it, no matter what happened with Josh. I smiled at the front desk clerks and made my way to the public washroom beside the bar, where I spent about ten minutes freshening up. My hands were actually shaking just a bit at the prospect of going up to the room, wondering if Josh was already there.
I left the room and went to the reception area, taking one of the plush seats and checking my cell.
ELLA: I'm here, in the lobby. I'm so nervous!
STEPH: You're almost there. YOU GO GIRL!
ELLA: Wish me luck.
STEPH: You don't need it.
STEPH: XOXOX
ELLA: Back at you. XOXO
I took in a deep breath and got up from my seat, smoothing my dress and making my way to the bank of elevators, deciding to act as if I belonged there, although I felt like a fish out of water. While I had been raised in a comfortable upper-middle class lifestyle, this was luxury beyond my experience. I was in awe as I waited for the elevator. Everything was marble and gold, wainscoting and dark cherry wood with gilded fixtures.
The elevator opened to the seventh floor and I was impressed by the beautiful furniture and decor as I walked down the hallway, following the arrows to the room. I stood outside and closed my eyes for a moment, gathering my nerve. Taking in a deep breath, I slid my keycard into the slot and opened the door. Inside, the room was just as fantastic as the hotel lobby - all cream wainscoting with gilded trim, with dark cherry wood furniture.
There, standing in front of the window beside the edge of the bed, was Josh. His jacket was open and he looked like a million dollars. He fit right in with the hotel, rich, cultured. Perfect.
I stopped and stared, the door closing with a click behind me.
He held out his hand to me, and that was it. All reluctance, all hesitation, was gone. I wen
t to him, taking his hand, and when we touched, a jolt of desire sped through my body. This was really going to happen.
I'd been intimate with him before, so it wasn't that. It was that I didn't know who he was that night. I wasn't intimidated, but now I was.
Now he was my boss and he was Joshua Macintyre Jr, one of the heirs of the Macintyre fortune, and on top of everything else about him, he was gorgeous.
On the table was a huge bouquet of purple roses. Beside it, a bottle of Moet and Chandon chilled in an ice bucket.
He was making my fantasy come true, and I was already wet with anticipation, my breath coming fast and shallow.
Like I'd written in my story, he didn't speak, just pulled me close and kissed me, passionate right from the start. He pressed his body against mine and I could feel his erection hard against my belly. I closed my eyes and just let everything happen, turning off the little angel in my head that always judged me.
I didn't care that he was my boss or was one of the richest men in America. I only knew that we wanted each other and that our bodies felt perfect together. His hands expertly removed my clothes and soon, I was naked, standing in front of him as he sat on the side of the bed.
He pulled me between his thighs and kissed me, his hands moving over my body, squeezing and stroking me, before burying his face between my breasts. Finally, he kissed and licked my tiny tattoo the way he said he wanted before we were so rudely interrupted. I gripped his shoulders and bit my lip while he sucked a nipple, the sensations making me squirm with delight. He roughly spread my thighs and slid his hand between them, his palm cupping my sex and pressing firmly while his thumb found my clit and circled it slowly, making me move against him hungrily. The pressure was enough to build my desire and I couldn't stop pressing myself against him, my eyes closing in delight as he moved to the other breast and his lips and tongue tugged at my nipple.
When I was groaning with need, he stood and turned me around, pushing me back onto the bed. He loomed over me and kissed me again, then began undressing, roughly removing his clothing, throwing them on the chair at the side of the room. When he was finally naked, his beautiful cock long and thick and ready, I sat up and pulled him closer, my hands on his hips, wanting to take him into my mouth and taste him. I took his thick cock into my fist and lapped the head, glancing up at him to catch his eye, wanting to watch him watch me while I took the head into my mouth. I knew it would please him.
Then I stroked his shaft while I tongued the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around the rim before pulling the head into my mouth and moving on it as far as I could take him. I kept up the rhythm as long as he let me and he began pumping a bit into my mouth, one hand on my head to guide me.
Finally, he pulled out of my mouth and lifted me up for a kiss before pushing me back onto the bed again. He leaned over me and ran his tongue down my neck to my breast, lavishing attention on each before moving lower while he spread my thighs once more.
When he claimed me with his mouth, I cried out loud, for I was so ready, I knew it wouldn't take long before I came. While he licked and sucked my sex, I writhed beneath him, my eyes squeezed shut, focusing on the sensations.
