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I go to the next cornered tab, opening the pages and skimming through yet another sex scene. This chick tabbed all the sex scenes! In this one, a woman is kissing a man, stroking his large, veiny cock while he toys with her pebbled nipples. His brother is conveniently busy beneath the sheets, his tongue encircling her aching clit.
Holy shit.I've hit the goddamn goldmine of embarrassment.
Little Miss Professional has a naughty side. Acting all prim and proper in the light of day, then sitting here all night in this big room with her oversized bed, fantasizing about living out in some secluded country house with a family of sexual deviants taking turns banging her into submission.
Immediately, images of her playing with herself while holding the book plague my mind. I touch the bent corner, imagining wet fingers folding it after she fucked them. The thought makes me drop the book abruptly and lean back against the opposing counter. I can't be in here with another hard-on so early in the morning.
I hear mumbled words through the other side of the door as she continues her conversation. She must approach the door because the last thing I hear isI love you, toobefore she hangs up.
I love you, too?
Before I can overthink it, she opens the door, making her appearance. I see her take a quick breath, almost resetting herself before walking towards me.
“Sorry about that,” she says, touching her chin to her shoulder. “Was just finishing up a phone call.”
“It's fine,” I reply simply.
She eyes the setup of fruits and protein powder on the counter.
“Are you making shakes?”
“I am indeed,” I say, starting the blender. “Hope you like strawberry!” I yell over the noise.
Her eyes light up, and she sits on a barstool on the opposite side of the counter. The excitement is immediately replaced with horror when she spots the book nearby. She glances at me, and the anxiety is written all over her face. I can't help the evil smile that stretches across my face as her palm smacks the cover of it, sliding it across the counter towards her. She stands, putting it behind her back as she backpedals towards the bedroom.
“I just gotta—” She points behind her with her other hand.
She chucks it into the corner of the room and slams the door shut behind her. Turning back to face me, her nose wrinkles, making this adorably pained expression before she finally lets go of the knob and walks back towards me.
I finish mixing up the shakes, my smirk firmly planted as I stare at her, pushing one towards her and leaning back against the edge of the counter to drink mine, enjoying every second of this uncomfortable moment.
“Thank you,” she begins softly. “That was very...thoughtful of you.”
I nod. “Kinda like the brothers of Bearback Mountain?”
She coughs into her drink, almost choking.
“Mason's such a romantic,” I continue, living for her embarrassment. “Sharing truly is caring, isn't it?”
“Fuck, I hate you,” she whispers beneath her breath, some of her shake dripping down her lip.
I burst into a deep, hearty laugh, my head falling back.
“Sorry.” I chuckle again. “I had to.”
She wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then sucks on the tip.She needs to not do that.
“There is a plot...to the story,” she explains, trying to justify the literary porn.
“I'm sure there is.” I nod. “Maybe one of the tabs? Is that where the plotthickens?”
Her cheeks flush as she squints her eyes in embarrassment, smacking a hand to her forehead. I’m living for her discomfort.
“But I see your clothes came,” I say, changing the uncomfortable subject. “I enjoyed the robe. Thought maybe we should make that the new work uniform, but I see I don't get that option anymore, huh?”
I eye her cut-off sweatshirt that gives me the tiniest little peek of that toned abdomen she loves to hide. Her cheeks flush and she fidgets in her seat.
“Thankfully, yes. Front desk called me early this morning with my bags.”
