There’s a whole lot of eye contact I didn’t plan for as we both come off our highs.
“I needed that.” Stevie rests her head back on my shoulder, her eyes closed as she catches her breath.
Her pretty freckled face is glowing from her orgasm, and her lips are swollen from my assault. She drops herself to lie on the bed, completely satisfied and content, her curls sprawled across the white sheets.
“No, you needed me,” I rephrase with a slap of her ass.
Quickly standing from the mattress, I head into the bathroom, discarding the used condom in the trash before looking in the mirror. The usual gloat and ego are missing from my post-sex glow. Instead, stress is evident on my face.
Because I liked that way more than I should have.
I always like sex, who doesn’t? But that felt like I just had a hit of something I’m going to continually need in order to curb my quickly growing addiction.
The way she can keep up with me, both in bed and with words. Fuck. I thought I ended the chase, but now I think I may have started a whole other game that I’m never going to win.
Did that kiss fuck with my brain instead of hers? And why do I want to cuddle up next to her soft body before round two?
Heading back into the main room, I promptly plop my naked self onto the bed next to her, but before I can pull her body into mine, she slips off the mattress and ducks into the bathroom, which is fine. She’ll be back in a second.
Stevie’s glowing bronzed body comes strutting out from the bathroom a couple of minutes later, and I fully expect her to come right back to bed with me. Every chick tries it, but this is the first time I actually want someone to hang around and relax with me while I get ready for another round.
But instead of coming to me, she heads back to the couch, finding her discarded clothes on the floor.
Leaning up on my elbows, my bare-naked frame on full display, I furrow my brows while watching her redress. “What are you doing?”
Stevie slips her legs into her jeans, rebuttoning the waistband. Which is the exact opposite of what I want her to do.
“Getting dressed.”
“Why?”
A small laugh escapes her as she reclasps her bra, taking away my perfect view. “Because I can’t exactly get into my Uber naked, now, can I?”
“Why are you leaving?” I restate my question. “You can stay here.”
Um…what?
“We said this was a one-time thing,” Stevie notes, thankfully ignoring the last part of my statement as she pulls her shirt over her head.
“I was thinking more like a one-night thing. With multiple orgasms packed in there.”
“Look, Zanders, that was fun.” Stevie ties up her dirty-ass Nikes. “But you’re my client. I work for you so that probably wasn’t the best idea.”
I’ve spent this entire season so far trying to remind Stevie that she works for me, and now she decides to get it through her head? Right when I want her to forget about it?
“See you tomorrow.” She turns towards the door.
Jumping off the bed, I cup my dick, unable to throw any clothes on while I chase her out the door.
“Wait!” I yell, following her into the hallway. “At least let me take an Uber with you. It’s two in the morning.”
Stevie continues down the hall towards the elevator. “Zanders, I’m a big girl. I can handle getting back to my hotel.” She steps into the elevator, pressing the button for the lobby.
I awkwardly run to catch up with her, all while trying to cover my cock with my hand. I have large hands, but I have a giant dick, and my version of covering it means it’s practically flailing around.
Stepping into the threshold of the elevator, I hold open the metal door with my free arm. “At least send me a message when you get back, so I know you made it okay.”
Stevie eyes my naked frame, a knowing smirk rising on her lips as I desperately stand here, needing something, anything from her.
“I’ll be fine.”
“I swear to God, Stevie. I will scream your name so fucking loud right now, every single one of my teammates will know you’re here if you don’t—”
“Okay!” she cuts me off. “I’ll send you a message when I get back to my hotel.”
I eye her a moment, trying to figure out what the hell went wrong in the time I made her come all over my dick to now, but I can’t read her. I really want to lean down and kiss her goodbye, but she seems hell-bent on getting away. I’m used to her running away from me, but I thought after tonight, maybe she’d stop.