“I was hot, lugging all that shit up here.”
“Ha, that’s your own damn fault.”
“Wouldn’t trade it. Want to bring some candy?”
“I’m pretty sure Gabby would kill me.”
He nods and ushers me outside with his right hand at my lower back and my duffel in his left.
“By the way, you look smoking hot tonight,” he says when we get in the Jeep.
“A grilling reference, my oh my.”
He gives me a wink and a smirk and turns on the car. Off we go ...
Soon we’re sitting in a corner booth, a plate of poutine and a bowl of brussels sprouts in front of us. On our second drinks, conversation comes easy.
“So, I came clean onThe UnAffectionate Bloggerbecause I don’t want to be apologetic in my opinions anymore. Faulty products or measly deals aren’t for me. I’m going to say I love something and mean it.”
Reid nods. “Sounds like a plan. I was wondering, do you think I can write about FunZone with Gabby? I don’t have to show her face in pictures, but I thought it could be a fun post. Cheat day for me, pizza and video games. Or is it too soon?”
“It’s perfect,” I tell him.
After dinner, we walk back to our hotel and head up to our corner suite on the eighth floor. Reid hangs theDO NOT DISTURBplacard and double locks the door.
Our clothes come off in a hurry, neither of us waiting for the other one to help. My jeans and sweater and boots are in a tangled pile with his, leaving me in a red thong and a red lace bra.
“Oh, now that’s on fire, hotter than my grill gets,” Reid says, then picks me up and lays me on the bed.
Our mouths fuse. We spend a long time kissing and creating friction in other areas. Moans fill the room, and then Reid lowers himself, taking my bra and thong with him.
His tongue is doing its own very own due diligence, and I grab my pillow and cover my mouth. I’m definitely getting too loud. Our neighbors are going to call the front desk or the police. I’m about to come apart and I yell, “Stop!”
“What? Jesus, fuck,” Reid says. “What’s wrong?”
“I want to finish with you inside me.”
“Yeah?” he asks.
I nod.
“That’s hot. You should’ve said so.”
And he obliges.
I wish I could say we took our time, but I crawl onto all fours and Reid slams into me.
It doesn’t feel hurried. It’s intense, and I turn to the side and watch Reid slipping in and out of me, and that’s all I need.
I go off.
Then he does.
And then we collapse in a heap. We’re sticky and sweaty, but neither of us cares.
Reid is caressing my back and I need to get up and clean up, when I remember. “Oh, I have something for you.”
“You do?” he asks, his voice deep and throaty.
