I wondered how good it would feel to have that mouth wrapped around my cock.
See what I mean?
So, yes. Things were already teetering too far towards thedangerscale before we’d even landed in Spain.
It’d been hard to keep my cool when she’d come to my place for the briefing. Especially when she’d told me how her ex hadn’tsatisfied her in bed. In that moment I’d considered asking if she wanted to experience what it was like to be fucked by a real man, but reminded myself this was just pretend.
And when she’d stumbled upon Snuggles and had shown such empathy and offered to stay to talk, her concern had made me like her even more.
Then when I’d blanked her sister and Sarah had stared at me with such awe and gratitude, like I was personally responsible for inventing sunshine, my chest had expanded and another damn layer of infatuation was unlocked.
Initially I was hurt by how much she’d hated the idea of having to share a room with me. I understood why she wouldn’t want to do that with a male co-worker, but it was the horror written on her face at the prospect that cut like a knife.
Like always, I’d tried to make a joke out of it by saying that she was trying to get me into bed, but of course she’d ignored me because it was a ludicrous idea.
Anyway, it was for the best. I was here to play a role and that was all.
But the real problem had come a few minutes ago, when I’d stepped into the room and seen that, just like Sarah had feared, there really was only one bed.
This was insane.
I’d stayed at dozens of hotels all over Spain and I swear to God, they always had rooms with twin beds. It drove me crazy sometimes because inviting women back to your room to have sex in a single bed wasn’t ideal. Yeah, there was the possibility of putting the beds together, but trust me, it wasn’t the same.
In the end I’d got used to requesting rooms with one proper bed, but I genuinely hadn’t thought that would be necessary for this trip. I had to do something, though, because sleeping in the same bed as Sarah would be torture. I’d keep my distance,obviously, but hiding the boner I was guaranteed to get would be difficult.
Morning wood was easy enough to explain away, but there’d be no reason for my erection causing a tent in the duvet like a horny teenager seconds after we got into bedtonight.
Fuck. I had to do something.
‘I… um, this isreallyunusual,’ I said, scanning the room. It had cream-coloured tiles, white walls adorned with beach-inspired art, and of course one bed with crisp white sheets, complete with a blue runner and matching cushions. ‘Honestly, the only way I’ve ever got a double bed is if I’ve requested one.’
Sarah just stared at me, her eyes wide and her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.
‘We can’t…’
‘I know,’ I jumped in. ‘I’d offer to sleep on the sofa, except there isn’t one. Wait. Maybe there’s a balcony.’ I pointed to the patio doors. ‘There might be a sun lounger. If there is, I can bring it in and sleep on that.’
I strode over to the balcony and pulled back the curtain, then stepped outside. For a second I was distracted by the stunning sea views which stretched as far as the eye could see.
The salty air flooded my nostrils and I marvelled at the powdery sand. It looked like there was an outdoor restaurant area directly beneath our room, so I suspected it’d be noisy at night, but I was cool with that. I was never one to balk at a good party.
Hearing the sound of a large wave crashing against the shore snapped me out of my thoughts and reminded me that I’d come onto the balcony for a reason.
I was supposed to be checking what furniture was out here.
My stomach sank when I saw that there was only a small white table with two matching chairs.
‘So, there’s no sun lounger,’ I said as I stepped back into the room. ‘It’s fine. You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.’
‘You can’t sleep on the floor!’ Sarah’s voice returned. ‘You’ll have a backache, and after all you’re doing to help me, I can’t do that to you.’
We both stood there in silence, staring at each other. Because we knew that there was only one viable solution, but perhaps neither of us wanted to admit it.
I certainly wasn’t going to do it. I didn’t want to be the creepy colleague who suggested that his female co-worker share a bed with him.
Nope. I’d done the gentlemanly thing and offered to take the floor whilst she slept in the bed. I could do no more.
‘We can… share,’ Sarah said, clearly hating everything about her suggestion.
