Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“You are incredible,” he whispered quietly.
“We are incredible together,” I replied.
For a moment, he was quiet.
“Yeah, we are,” he said. I felt his lips on my head. “Thanks, baby,” he murmured.
I could only hum in acknowledgment, sleep claiming me.
I patted his arm. “Stay.”
I was out before he could reply.
I woke up to the morning light diffusing through the room. The curtains were open, the view of the Falls spectacular. I sat up, my body protesting. He’d been all over me all night, and I had lost count of the number of orgasms I’d had and the various ways he’d used my body.
All of it had been incredible. But he had stated clearly it was only for the night.
I was alone, Aldo’s side of the bed empty and cold. Disappointment tore through me, although I wasn’t surprised. I had hoped he’d have breakfast with me at least. I stood slowly, letting my body adjust. The robe I had used the night before was on the foot of the bed, and I slid it on and headed to the bathroom. After I was done, I wandered back to the room. It was only ten, so I had an hour to check out. I sat on the chair, staring out of the window. I rarely got to see the Falls this way. They were mesmerizing.
The door opening made me look up. Aldo walked in, dressed in another suit, looking fresh and handsome in that rugged way of his.
He pulled a cart in behind him and frowned when he saw me.
“I thought you’d still be asleep.”
“I thought you’d gone.”
“I had to handle a couple of things. Then I got dressed in my suite and brought breakfast. I was letting you sleep.”
My heart warmed at his words. He hadn’t simply left.
“Oh.”
“Hungry?”
I grinned. “Starved.”
“I assumed so.” He stopped by my chair, surprising me when he bent and kissed me. “You expended a lot of energy last night.”
“We both did.”
He kissed me again. “I know.”
He took off his jacket, sitting down and rolling up his sleeves. I watched him covertly, but he caught me, lifting an eyebrow. “What?”
“It’s sexy when you do that.”
“Do what?” he asked, picking up a croissant and taking a bite. His throat moved as he swallowed.
“Roll up your sleeves. I love the way your muscles flex.” I paused. “You’re sexy when you eat too.”
He froze, the croissant partway to his mouth. His eyes darkened. “You were pretty damn sexy last night as I ate you,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.
My core clenched at his words, and I shifted in my seat. I stared at him, running my tongue along my bottom lip, his words lighting me up.
“Stop,” he said. “You have to be sore.”
“The night is over,” I reminded him.
“And a new day has started.” He reached over and poured us coffee. “Maybe we should talk about that.”
I took the cup from his hand, our fingers brushing, our eyes locking. I felt a flutter in my stomach at his touch.
“Maybe we should.”
He nodded. “Eat first. You’re going to need it.”
I didn’t leave the hotel room that day. In fact, I didn’t leave until it was time for my shift the following night. Aldo dropped by the room frequently. We had sex sometimes. Others, he sat and talked to me. We ate dinner together. He even got into the bath with me, although I had to promise him a blow job to do so. Once I made the offer, he couldn’t get out of his suit fast enough, which made me laugh. He pretended to get angry and grabbed me, kissing me hard, and I slipped down into the water, taking him with me. Bubbles and water went everywhere, and he looked askance at the mess, then decided it didn’t matter when I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and stroked him. He sat on the edge of the large tub as I sucked him, watching me the whole time, groaning and encouraging me. After I was done, he did the same for me, and I saw why he was so fascinated. The floor-to-ceiling mirror on the other end of the tub reflected his strong back muscles as he surged forward. My legs over his shoulders and the way his back moved were hypnotic. Looking down to see his face buried between my legs was erotic. His eyes were on me, and our gazes were as hot as the space around us. The steam-filled room was full of our noises. The sounds of the water splashing, the mist gathering on the edges of the mirror, his large hands clamped around my thighs. All of it was sexy, intimate, and raw.
I headed down to my shift, trying not to feel sad as I shut the door behind me. My two days of Aldo were over. When he’d left earlier, he had kissed me the same way he had when I’d come out of the shower, my face trapped between his hands, his caress tender, his goodbye unspoken. I had smiled at him, refusing to allow him to see my distress. I had thought once we were together, that intense pull I felt toward him would stop.