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I hum around his cock, the vibration sending him over the edge. His hot seed hits the back of my throat and I swallow him down. When he’s finished, I sit back on my heels and wipe my mouth with my fingers. Seth lies there with his eyes closed for a few seconds before lifting one lid.
“That was amazing. Come here.” He holds out his arms for me to crawl into. His arms wrap around me as he tugs the blanket over us. “Let’s just lie here for a few minutes.”
“I never expected you to be a cuddler.” I rest my hand on his chest. His heartbeat still thumping erratically in his chest.
“You do that again and I’ll do anything you want.”
A giggle escapes me at his remark. We both lie there in silence. I’m snuggled up to his warm chest. I can’t believe I just gave Seth a blow job. Forty-eight hours earlier I wanted to strangle him with his bow tie and now we’re exchanging orgasms. Maybe it’s the high altitude that’s causing me to lose my mind. Do and think crazy thoughts. But this is our last night here. After tonight we go back to being Seth and Parisa who hate each other. Because nothing good can come from this if anyone finds out.
Eight
Tall drink of handsome
Parisa
A soft light shining in through the curtain stirs me awake. Thoughts of last night replay in my mind. The way his fingers stretched me. His soft lips on mine. The taste of him in my mouth. A part of me wants to do it all over again. I stretch my arm out to the other side of the bed. It’s cold. When I open my eyes, my suspicions are confirmed. He’s gone. I sit up and peer around the room for any sign of Seth. The bathroom door is open, so he’s not in there. That’s when I notice his jacket and shoes are missing. Several minutes later, the door opens, startling me. A few lone snowflakes blow in as Seth walks through the doorway.
“Where did you go?” I mentally scold myself for sounding so needy.
Seth shrugs out of his jacket and toes off his shoes. “I went and got the car so we can get back on the road. All the roads seem to be clear now, so we shouldn’t have any issues.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll just get my stuff packed.” I climb out of bed and collect all my belongings from around the room. Seth does the same. The silence in the room is almost palpable.
After we finish loading the car, we drop our keys off at the front office and finish the rest of the drive to Aspen. Neither of us say a word about what happened. But what’s there to say? We agreed what happens at the motel would stay at the motel. I clench my thighs, just thinking about the way his fingers pumped in and out of me. Maybe it’s not Seth I want, but the idea of him. Not him exactly, but a guy. It’s been a really long time since I’ve had someone else’s hands on my body. That must be it. I just needed to work out some sexual frustration and Seth just so happened to be there.
Within a few hours, we pull up to a massive ski resort nestled in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Seth drops me off under the overhang of the front entrance, along with our luggage to get checked in, while he parks the car in the underground parking garage. Seth meets me in the lobby and once we collect our room keys, I’m in room 902 while Seth has 810, we go our separate ways.
I slip the card into the reader and once the light turns green, I turn the handle and walk into one of the most gorgeous rooms I’ve ever stayed in. Huge floor to ceiling windows take up the exterior wall, giving me a stunning view of snowcapped mountains. A massive pillowtop king bed sits in the middle of the room with a gas fireplace next to a small sitting area. To the left is a spacious bathroom with granite counters and my very own soaking tub. I will definitely make use of that tub before I leave. On the right is a high-efficiency kitchenette. This studio room is better than my one-bedroom apartment back home.
When I’m all settled in, I call Mr. Evans to let him know we’ve made it. He said he’ll email all the important information we’ll need for the rest of the week and to meet him in the lobby in the morning before the panels start for the day. I throw on some comfy clothes and crawl on top of the luxurious pillowtop mattress. This is way better than The Pine Needle Motel. I pull out my laptop and go over the email Mr. Evans sent, along with notes for my marketing presentation later this week. This promotion is mine. I can almost taste it. After several hours, exhaustion takes over my body. Closing my computer, I set it on the nightstand. I tug the blanket over me, realizing this bed is entirely too big for one person.
The next morning, I find Seth already waiting for Mr. Evans in the lobby. Of course, he would be the first to arrive. His hair is perfectly styled, his navy suit pristinely pressed. I bet he woke up early and ironed it himself. No, scratch that, I’m sure he did it last night before hanging it up in the closet. His outfit wouldn’t be complete without his signature bow tie. As I step closer, I notice he’s gone a more subtle route with pink stripes as opposed to the alligator print from last week.
I drop my bag next to the chair across from him and plop down onto the hard cushion. For a fancy hotel, I was expecting something a little softer. I cross one leg over the other and rub the back of my thigh. When I look up, Seth’s eyes are watching my hand as I caress the sore spot. His gaze finally lifts to meet mine and I quirk an eyebrow at him.
His gaze quickly returns to the papers in front of him as he clears his throat. “Often businesses will purposely purchase uncomfortable furniture so patrons don’t get too comfortable and occupy the space for long periods of time. This is most common in restaurants.”
“Well, thanks for that tidbit of information.” I try to keep the snarkiness out of my tone, but fail. That’s all he has to say to me? Why do I even bother?
Just then, Mr. Evans arrives to brief us on today’s panels and asks if we have any questions. After the brief meeting, we make our way to the first of several panels for the day.
After lunch, Seth and I prepare our presentations on how to take Blue Stone Group’s marketing to the next level. This is what I have been preparing for. I nail this presentation and the Marketing Director position is mine. Having this position would mean paying off my student loans, paying off my car, getting out of my crappy one-bedroom apartment, and I could even afford a nice luxury vacation.
There are about twenty of us seated at a long table in a conference room. Seth is at the head of the table as he prepares his presentation. Once he’s ready, the room quiets down. He taps a few keys on his computer and a PowerPoint presentation lights up the screen behind him. Of course, he would have this perfect presentation using modern technology. Here I am with my poster board diagrams like I’m in fifth grade. I’m an idiot. As he presents his ideas to the board, I can’t help but admire his confidence and poise, albeit a bit stiff at times. He knows how to demand the attention of a room. And I must admit he has some great ideas that I wish I had thought of.
Once Seth finishes, he flashes everyone a dazzling smile and packs up his things. As I stand, my heart feels like it’s going to thump out of my chest. I inconspicuously wipe the sweat from my palms on my skirt when I bend down to collect my items for the presentation. I set up my poster boards on the easels while everyone talks amongst themselves. When I face the table, I’m instantly greeted by a pair of familiar green eyes staring back at me while a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Just from that look, heat creeps up the back of my neck. Quickly, I turn back around, needing to collect my thoughts, get my mind back into this presentation and off him. I inhale a deep breath and slowly exhale and put on my game face.
When I’m finished with my presentation, I’m greeted with a small round of applause before everyone disperses from the room. I begin to pack up my stuff when I sense a presence behind me. I turn around and Seth is leaning against the table, hands gripping the sides.
“You gave a great presentation. Everyone loved your display.”
“Thanks. You too. You had some really great ideas.”
His eyes stare down at his feet before they come back up to meet mine. “Everyone is meeting down in the bar for drinks. If you want to go.”
“Uh, yeah. Sure. I’m just going to finish packing up and I’ll head down there.”
“Great. I’ll see you later then.”
