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MIKEY: U ok?
ALEX: More than. See you in the morning. Thx
I smile at my phone using her little tag. Then I turn to her with a smile, telling me that we might not make it to her hotel. I pull the car over and flip on the hazard lights.
I shove my phone in my pocket as I reach for the pen in her hair. I want it to cascade down. Her hair is heavenly, and I need to get my fingers in it right now. I crush her lips to mine. We kiss like we’ve been denied. She moans loudly when my hands sneak up her skirt, feeling the top of her thighs and moving up towards her gorgeous and waiting pussy. I say louder than I intend, “Goddammit. You are so muthafucking sexy. I’m going to fuck you into next week.”
Then a voice erupts from the Bluetooth speakers in the car. “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! Are you doing it in the car?”
She sits up straight, and I’m jarred back to reality. The light turns green, and I pull forward, handing her my phone. I whisper to her, “Talk to him.” I know the guy too well. He won’t rest until he hears her voice.
She pulls her skirt down and smiles at me while I’m a hint from her face. “Please hold for Alexander Bishop.” She hums “Up, Up and Away” like hold music. I’m fucking dying. I squeeze her hand.
“Hey there, missy!”
She uses an automated drippy sweet voice, “Please continue to hold. Your call is very important to us. You’re fourth in line. If you’d like to leave a call back number, please wait for the tone.” I squeeze her leg hard, and she jams her tongue into my mouth while I’m driving.
“I can hear your lips smacking, you assholes.”
Both of us stifle laughs. She composes herself and hums “Ease on Down the Road.”
“Is that the fucking Wiz? Who are you?” I want to eat her up. “Assholes, answer me.” Her lip curl is so dangerous right now. I keep stealing glances at her. Then she starts doing something I can’t see. It’s like she’s wiggling in the seat.
Then she says very loudly, “Ding. Ding. It is from the Wiz. Mikey, look, I’m not really anyone of importance. I randomly met your boy with Al tonight.” I love listening to her voice. I wonder if she does her own audiobooks. Her voice is deep but still has a feminine lilt to it. Like she’s holding onto the secrets of the world but might let you in on them.
“Did Al pick you up for Alex?” Mikey accuses. Before Mikey was married, he’d often pick up men for him based on the cocktails they’d order. Mikey’s not one for a pina colada kind of guy.
“I was a willing participant.” I let her handle Mikey. It’s entertaining. Her voice curls around words in such a unique way. The cadence of her language gets me hard. I reach down to my crotch, and her eyes follow my hand. She licks her lips when she sees just how hard I am for her already.
“Someone tweeted Alex was at Clyde’s. Were you there?”
“Isn’t he always at Clyde’s? I get the impression it’s his pantry?”
Mikey laughs at her joke, and I shrug at her accurate assessment.
“You’re not Clyde’s power fucker. You’re something else.”
“I am something else. We’re almost at my hotel, and I’m going to be super busy pleasuring your boy, so I gotta go. Sorry about the fuck pocket dial. We promise to wait for a more suitable location to bone.”
“You just used the word bone. I love this! You’re sassy. I insist on your name.”
“Goodnight, Nuisance. It’s nice to meet you. And thank you.”
“Good night, Distraction. I have a hunch this might not be the last time we talk.”
“Alas, all we have is tonight, which is why we need your help. We both become pumpkins tomorrow. But my girly parts are eternally in your debt. I’ll name my second orgasm after you. Take care.”
All of that exchange makes me want to keep her. That’s not something I do. Or know how to do. But I want to.
9
Tess
I call out to the valet, “Put the car on room 1612.” Alex throws the guy his keys. We bolt into the hotel and to the elevator bank. He kisses me while we wait, holding my neck, Fredo style, to draw me closer to him.
Alone in the elevator, I say, “Catch me.” I wrap my hands around his neck and jump on to his hips. He hooks his hands around my ass and pushes me to the wall. He frees one hand to run up my skirt. “Surprise.” I removed my thong in the car. Then I ride his hand again for a minute.
“Your skin’s soft and sexy. You’re so sensual and beautiful. I can’t get over how fucking gorgeous you are.” I kiss his neck, and he leans into me, rubbing his sweatpants encased dick against me. The friction feels fantastic as I gently rock against him. The doors open, and he swings me around, placing me back on the ground. I lead him to my door, and he’s reaching for my blouse. I reach around and undo the bra myself.
