I do my best to ignore my excitement.
12
Jake
The room’s dark when I arrive.
I shove back the prickle of unease that comes over me as I swing open the door and step inside, hit by that sterile hotel room smell. Like the smell’s an aphrodisiac, my body immediately primes itself, hot and ready. Who knew the scent of air freshener and bleach would make me hard as nails?
“On the bed.” Her voice is high, breathy. It sounds nothing like her.
“Kit?” Figure I’d better check.
“Yeah. Come on in.”
When the door slams closed behind me, I take a moment to allow my eyes to adjust. There’s a faint frame of light around the curtains, a dull glow from the bathroom. That’s it.
“Straight ahead,” she says. “Same as last time.”
Amazing how much opposing nonsense the human brain can provide in a few short seconds: I don’t want the same as last time. Also, bring it on. Give me dark. Give me anonymous. No. No, give me that mouth. Or her eyes. I just want to see her eyes.
I shove the key card into my pocket, suck in a deep breath, and pause, hands poised at my fly. The musky scent of her filters through the air. “You get started without me?”
“No talking either.”
“There an addendum I should sign for that?”
“I just…” She lets out a long, weary sigh. “It’s easier this way.”
I disagree, but I know enough to keep my damn mouth shut.
Slow and careful, I make my way to the bed, stop when my knee hits the mattress, and ask, “You on your back again or?—”
“On my front, like last time when you…”
“Filled your warm cunt with my come?”
“Jake.” Her shaky voice sends a deep wave of satisfaction running through me. If I can’t make her feel good, I can at least make her feelsomething. Annoyance, if nothing else.
“What?”
“I said no talking.”
“I thought you meant dirty talking. While we’re doing it.”
“I meant…” An annoyed huff. “You know what I meant.”
“Might want to spell it out.” Who the hell knows why I push her buttons like this. Maybe it’s to get a rise out of her. A rise is better than this whole big load of nothing she’s trying to turn this into.
“I meant no dirty talk. At all. Period.”
“That wasn’t talking dirty, Kit.”
She snorts. “Right. Sure. Then what the hell was it?”
“Facts.” I’m close enough that I hear every breath now, every slight shift of her body on the sheets. Her smell is the perfect amount of savory sweet. My mouth’s watering to taste her.
Fuck it. She wants this to be like a job? I’ll give it to her how she wants it.
