The bellboy unloaded their bags, pushed the trolley out of the room and Kevin closed the door behind him. The second they were alone he was on her, pushing her up against the door, his mouth immediately closing over the tender spot at the base of her neck. She let out a little sound, somewhere between a moan and a gasp. He stripped off his sweatshirt, then unzipped her jacket. She always wore layers upon layers of clothing, but he could get her naked in a matter of seconds. Her hoodie came off next as he moved up from her neck, but before he could kiss her, she placed her finger on his lips.
“Kevin,” she said, sounding equally breathless and annoyed, “I was…I was kinda talking first.”
“That’s the problem. You’re always talking. And I’ve realized that I’m only vaguely interested in about…eighty percent of what you say.”
She giggled. “That can’t be right. I’m sure it’s about…eighty-three point two percent.”
“I’ll be generous and round that up to eighty-four. But this conversation falls into the other sixteen percent and I could put those sexy lips of yours to much better use.”
“I really want to tell you about twelve.”
“And I really want you hot, naked and on top of me.”
“You’re so uncompromising,” she said with a small pout.
“Jeez!” He rolled his eyes. “You went there? Fine. You want compromise? I’m gonna give one minute to say whatever the hell you want and then afterwards, the only words I wanna hear from you areGive me more…” His tongue traced over her lower lip. “Fuck me harder, andOh, God, Kevin, I’m coming. Okay?”
She flushed a little, heat flickering in her Jasmin eyes, and for a second he thought she might give up on talking all together, but twelve apparently meant a lot to her. “Two minutes,” she countered.
“One minute, Jasmin.” He took out his cell phone and set the timer. “Start talking.”
“Okay,” she began with an apprehensive smile. “I feel a little pressured now, but…anyway. Twelve follows the same pattern, but instead of adding the number to itself, you double it and then add it on, but one away.” She lifted the notepad again. “So, let’s say…twelve times a hundred and thirty-three would be one five nine six. See?”
One minute was actually a really long time, and considering that his time with her was running out, he wasn’t willing to wait.
“Thirteen is the same, but then you triple the number and…so on and so forth…”
He grinded up against her, slipping his hand beneath her shirt, her breast feeling firm and heavy in his palm.
“That’s not fair.” The notepad and pen fell from her hands. “You know I can’t think straight when you do that.”
His mouth moved to her neck again. “You know you just wasted precious time telling me something I already know.”
He tugged the drawstrings and slid his hand beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. She was wet and ready and all he could think about was burying his cock inside her. Damn, a minute was areallylong time.
“And what’s…and what’s cool about it… is that you just use the same pattern…for…bigger numbers.” She moaned when his fingers pushed inside her, one hand gripping his hair and the other scratching his shoulders. “Like if you multiply a number by…ninety-nine…oh, God…you’d use a combination pattern of nine and eleven. Anyone can do it.”
“I disagree. Let’s just be happy someone invented the calculator.”
Her head fell back and he trapped her against the door, finger-fucking her until she was breathless.
She didn’t wait for the timer to beep. “Screw it. You win.”
In one fluid motion, she stripped off her shirt, shoving him back a few steps until he fell onto the bed. She climbed on top of him and her hand was already unbuttoning his cargo pants. A deep groan rumbled in his throat when her hand moved beneath his boxers to rub his cock. There was nothing sexier than her taking charge.
A slight grin formed on his lips. “I distinctly remember telling you that I wanted you naked.”
She stood up and he used the opportunity to kick off his pants. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he waited, watching as she slowly pulled down her sweatpants, but when her fingers hooked onto the edges of her black thong, he stopped her. “Turn around.”
There wasn’t even a hint of shyness as she turned. It was a seductive strip tease as she bent over and dragged her underwear down her legs. He groaned when his eyes caught sight of her pussy—wet, glistening and begging for his attention.
“I love this ass.” He grabbed her hips and tugged her back, his teeth sinking into her left cheek. “Thank you, Alfred.”
She half turned to look at him. “Who’s Alfred?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
Using his knees, he spread her legs further apart and placed his hand on her back to keep her bent over. A loud moan burst from her lips when his tongue stroked over her clit. He licked her up and down and back up again. She was panting and he was so turned on he was ready to explode. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, pumping it just to get some relief.
