"I'm just saying it would be fucking funny," he snorts before gulping down the rest of his wine and waving over a server for a fresh glass.
The rest of the evening goes by without incident, my favorite part being getting lost in Joss as we sway on the dance floor, oblivious to our surroundings.
At the end of the night, we tumble in through our hotel room door, both of us a little tipsy, but primarily high on being together. She playfully pushes me onto the bed, undoing my pants, yanking them down to my knees along with my boxers before lifting her dress, revealing that she is going commando.
"I just realized I forgot to tell you about this," she says, playing with her pussy and giving me a cock-hardening grin.
Straddling me, Joss helps me enter her, and we both groan out from the sensation. I bury my face in her ample cleavage that's pouring out of the top of her dress, kissing and licking the soft curves as she rides me. Looking up into her lovely face, I can see her eyebrows stitching together as she prepares to fall over the cliff. Our eyes lock as I join her, the two of us peaking at the same time with loud cries tumbling out into the room. She collapses beside me, resting her head against my chest.
Once we catch our breath, Joss looks over at me and says, "I'll understand if this was just a weekend fling."
An unintentional guffaw escapes my mouth.
"Are you kidding me? I've been crushing on you since you hired me."
My boss bursts out into giggles.
"Are you being serious?"
"I'm one hundred percent serious. I thought your fiancé was an asshole, and I've always found you incredibly hot and amazing," I say matter-of-factly.
Next thing I know, the curvy beauty is attacking me with kisses.
"I think you're incredibly hot and amazing too," she whispers into my mouth.
8
Joss
The first thing I notice as my mind awakens is the aromatic scent of roses. Blinking my eyes open, with the February morning sun streaming in across the bed and I force myself to sit up, looking around the hotel room. Wherever my gaze falls, I find vases full of roses. The same ones from my cousin's reception last night.
The bathroom door opens, and the sexy dragon shifter steps out wearing just jeans with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," he mumbles around it before returning to the sink.
When Brando comes back out, I take in the sight of his rock-hard abs and broad chest. I always knew he was strong, but this sight is beyond what I ever fantasized.
"Are these from the wedding?" I ask.
"Yeah. Looks like no one took them last night. And when I went for my morning run, I saw the staff piling them onto a table."
"I can't believe you got all these in here without me waking up."
"You were out like a light," he says with a chuckle.
Crawling out of bed, I give him a squeeze as I pass him into the bathroom. I brush my teeth and take a quick shower before I step out to find that he is now fully dressed. With my towel wrapped around me, I walk up to him playfully pouting.
"You put on a shirt?" I ask him, looking up into his dark purple eyes.
"Well, you're wearing this towel," he teases before loosening it so that it falls to the floor.
Brando growls in the back of his throat before he lifts me like I weigh nothing, and tosses me onto the bed. His fingers are instantly inside me pumping as he sucks on my clit. I run my fingers through my wet hair as I crumble almost immediately, yelling out his name.
The dragon shifter looks up at me with a devilish grin, then stands and quickly strips off his clothing. His cock is ready for me as he climbs on top, pressing open my thighs with his rough hands before guiding himself inside. My back arches as I take his thickness, and he bends down, wrapping me in his muscular arms, pressing my curves against his chest while he thrusts passionately.
As his movements become quicker and stronger, with my heart still racing from the orgasm, I roll my hips into him, meeting every thrust. Our bodies slap against each other. He lets out a cry before I feel his body crumble against me, and I wrap my legs around him, lying like that for several minutes as our breathing returns to normal.
We climb under the covers to warm ourselves, and when I look out the window, I gasp.
