Errol nodded as he took this in. Over his shoulder, the barmaid yelled for last orders for the night. I hadn’t realised it had got so late. “Then there’s no one at home pining for you?”
I thought of Ollie. “Nope,” I said.
“So, would you like to finish these and come up to my room and have some fun?”
I grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Chapter 10
I know what you’re thinking. I can hear your judgement from here. But listen … I don’t care. I was having a crap evening, and Errol was hot. And unlike the last time I got any action, I had no close connection to him. In a fortnight, Suzy would probably win the election, and Errol would be off to do whatever dark political arts he did somewhere else.
I’d never have to see him again.
Did I mention he was hot?
He took me up to the second floor, where his room was located. “This is their deluxe suite,” he said.
“Suite?”
“I think they’re including a bathroom to make it a suite. I don’t know, it’s the countryside. I’m glad there’s electricity.”
He opened the door to a small but pleasant room. A floral bedspread drew in the eye – away from the pine furniture and beige carpet. It was, also, swelteringly hot. Just walking inside made me break out in a sweat.
“Functional,” I offered, wiping my brow.
“I’m hardly ever here. Suzy has her first campaign event in” – he checked his watch – “Christ, nine hours. You don’t mind if I sneak out early?” he asked.
“You’re letting me stay the night?”
He sat on the bed and opened his arms wide. “I’m a gent, bruv.”
I walked up to him and stepped in between his open legs. “Hopefully not that much of one.”
He grinned and pulled me down on the bed. His kisses were sweet and tasted of beer. His body was like iron underneath me. “Jesus, how much do you work out?” I asked as I made my way down his stomach with my mouth, slowly undoing buttons.
“I … uh, I’m incredibly vain and self-involved.”
I looked up at his face. “You work in politics. You didn’t need to tell me this.”
He gave me a shove. “Get back to it, writer-boy.”
I grinned and began to undo his belt. His trousers came off and out sprung all of Errol’s equipment.
“Bloody hell,” I yelped as I leaned back so as not to lose an eye. “You weren’t joking.”
“Were you?” he said, palming his enormous dick and giving it a terrifyingthwackagainst his hand.
I shrugged. “I’m happy with what genetics gave me.”
He grinned and gave his head a flick to tell me to keep removing clothes.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be home with my dog, listening to all those messages from Verity and Ollie. I should not be doing this. Should not be. Should—ooh, he was good at that.
I rolled over, and Errol took off the rest of my clothes. After some perfunctory foreplay, we got down to the main event.
“Would you be keen to …” He flicked his eyes up.
It took me a second to click. Oh. “Sure thing.”
