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He’d started to kiss her, much like he’d done today. At first, she’d pushed him away.
“No, Beau, we can’t. It will complicate our relationship. Let’s keep it business.”
Beau smiled at the memory. It had always been about the business to her. But he’d persisted. “Do you want to keep it business? Alessandra? Is that what you really want?” While he’d talked, he’d placed a line of kisses from behind her ear down to the line of her low-cut blouse.
She’d breathed, “No, that’s not what I want.”
“What do you want, Alessandra? Tell me exactly what you want.”
She’d been young. If he asked her today, would she answer the way she had that night? In the limo, she’d said, “I want you to fuck me right in this limousine. Right here, Beau, right now. I want to ride you.”
He grew hard thinking about what had happened next. Damn, she’d been so fucking hot that night. It was like she’d been holding back all their other times together and was letting it all go in the back of that limousine.
Fuck, he was getting so horny. He lay down on his bed, rubbing himself over his pants. Alessandra had been wearing a skirt that night, just like today. She’d unzipped his pants, pulled her panties aside, and immediately took his cock inside her. He’d felt her get wetter as she lifted her hips over him.
Laying on the hotel room bed, Beau couldn’t help himself. He needed a release. He pulled down his pants, put his hand on his dick, started by lightly rubbing his balls. Back then, after she’d bucked against his cock in the limo for a few minutes, she lifted off her blouse. Even then, she was so in charge, so focused on what she’d wanted. “Suck my nipples,” she’d said back then, and Beau had done what he’d been told.
Beau groaned, touching himself. He reached over to the nightstand where the hotel staff had placed lotion. He took some and returned to his cock. One hand moved over his balls, a gentle touch, while the other stroked his cock, the lotion easing the movement.
He thought of how Alessandra had completely controlled his cock as she moved up and down. He had originally grabbed her hips, trying to help, but she’d pushed his hands away. “Grab my tits, Beau. Suck me. You do that. I’m going to make myself come on your cock.”
Fuck, she’d been beautiful, head back, grinding on his dick and pushing her clit against his groin. Beau kept the vision in his mind as he continued to stroke his cock. He knew he would come soon, but he wanted to delay it while he thought about Alessandra riding him. He slowed down slightly, played with the head, felt the pre-cum as the drops touched his hand.
His memory moved to when she’d been so close to coming. Even as a young man, he’d known when a woman was close, and Alessandra was no different. Her hips sped up, the grinding increased as she tried to get more of him inside her. Her moans were louder, more guttural. At the time he’d been worried he would come before she did.
Alone in his hotel room, he didn’t worry at all. Thoughts of her nipples in his face, thoughts of her walls squeezing around his cock, caused him to grip more tightly. He imagined her wet. His touch was stronger now, his pulls more focused on the top of his cock. His hand moved faster, just as she had done back then.
He was close to making himself come. He imagined how she’d let go that first time they were together. It had made him explode fast, and the memory of it would do so now. Her orgasm was hard and tight against him. She’d arched her back while holding his shoulders for support. When she came, she’d slammed against his cock even harder.
Beau imagined how her walls had involuntarily tightened and released in short waves. He tightened his hand around his cock, feeling his release coming. He called out his pleasure into the empty room when he came into his hand, but he felt like twenty-two-year-old Alessandra was in the room with him.
Finished, he pulled his pants back on and went to the bathroom to clean up. There was a knock on the door. He was surprised to see Alessandra standing there.
“You weren’t answering your phone, so I wanted to be sure you were still here.”
“Come on in.” Beau thought about what he'd just done. Now she was right in front of him.
She entered the room, staying just inside the door. “I can’t stay long. Sailor had our chef make a special lunch for you. Since they couldn’t reach you, they didn’t want to interrupt anything.”
“No interruption,” Beau said.If only she’d come a few minutes earlier…Now that was a pleasant thought. Beau felt himself stir in his jeans. “Hey wait. Why don’t you stay and have lunch?” Even if she only did it for the business, he couldn’t help but want to spend more time with her.
“Thank you, but I can’t. Sailor already ordered your lunch. It will be delivered shortly, and I’m fairly sure it’s not for two. Plus, as I said earlier, I have paperwork to do in my office. I’ll stop for a visit later tonight. I’m not sure what Sailor has planned for you, but I’m certain you’ll have a wonderful evening.”
Beau was disappointed, but showing it would make him seem stupid and naïve. They both knew it was really Sailor’s job to host him, not Alessandra’s. She was only here because of his betting habits. He didn’t want to let on that it bothered him she wouldn’t be around that much. “Sounds good. I’ll just have some alone time, maybe gamble this afternoon until I meet up with Sailor.”
“You do whatever you want, Beau Brooks,” Alessandra replied with a tone he found downright suggestive. She was flirting with him again. “Be wild. Get drunk. Dance wildly. Take your shirt off. Find a beautiful woman to kiss. Just be sure you do it…” she stopped, the pause filled with possibilities in Beau’s mind, “in my resort.”
She laughed lightly, as if to confirm she was only teasing him and turned toward the door. Her tight pencil skirt came below her knees. He guessed it was meant to be as conservative as her white shirt, but the way the stretchy fabric fell over her hips and clung to her ass had the opposite effect of conservative.
“Whatever I do, it will, most definitely, be inyourresort, ma’am. See you later,” he said, forcing a casual tone.
When she was gone, and his lunch came, he reminded himself that he was here to take his mind off his lonely Christmas, to earn money from the very rich but very bad poker players, to win a few large sports bets, and to play craps.
Alessandra was gorgeous to look at, a memory from his past, but she was just window dressing on his weekend. If she was going to play some sort of cat-and-mouse game, he would put her out of his mind and have a fun time with Sailor as his host. And maybe, he would do exactly what Alessandra had told him to do.
Find a beautiful woman to kiss. Just not her.
Two hours later, while Beauden Brooks was having lunch in his suite, Alessandra was alone in her office. That kiss reminded her of the past, and the past reminded her how it felt being fired. It was ironic that now she had to rely on him to save her job.
