Page 26 of Wright Together
One bed.
Fuck me. How had my assistant gotten this so wrong?
Not that I didn’t want to hoist Eve over my shoulder, throw her down on the single bed in the room, and bury my cock in her. But there was more than one complication with that scenario. Starting with colleagues and ending with what had happened after the wedding. And everything in between was the way I wanted to wrap my hand around her throat and hold her down as I fucked her…and how that would probably scare her off forever.
I set the bottles of wine down on the desk and shifted my dick while she had her back turned. God, I was going to have blue balls for days if I didn’t take care of this.
“I have an idea!” Eve whipped around a second later.
I quickly moved my hand. “An idea?”
She rummaged through her bag and held up two very small articles of clothing. That wasnothelping.
“What’s that?”
“Hot tub,” she said with a smile. “Still want to have some fun, sir?”
Yes. Fuck yes, I did.
“I didn’t bring trunks,” was what came out of my mouth.
“I’m sure you brought something to lounge in. You do lounge, right?”
I arched an eyebrow. “I do.”
“Then, let’s go.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Unless she wanted me to fuck her.
“Well, you’re wrong.”
She waggled her eyebrows at me and darted into the bathroom. The door shut with a click, and I pushed my palm hard against my cock. I could not have a boner right now. I couldn’t change out of my suit or else she’d definitely fucking notice. My lounge shorts in a hot tub…it was a recipe for disaster.
A few minutes later, Eve opened the door again, and this time, she was in the tiny scrap of clothing she called a bikini. It was a hibiscus floral pattern in a square neck across her impressive rack with bottoms that came up high on her hips. Every ounce of ink was visible on her voluptuous body. She did a little twirl to reveal the full thong back of the bottoms.
I wanted to bite my fist to keep myself from reaching for her. Because, fuck, I wanted to reach for her. Wanted it something desperately. Herentireass was on display. This was ten times worse than assless chaps. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Well, Wright, you game? We’re still off the clock.”
I forced down every vulgar thought I had at the sight of her. “Fine. I’ll meet you down there.”
She grinned, swinging a towel over her shoulder. “Sounds good. Bring the drinks!”
Then, she scampered off for the hotel hot tub. Lord help me if there were a ton of rodeo cowboys in the pool. I might have to evacuate the premises.
As soon as the door shut behind her, I stripped out of my suit and turned the shower to its coldest setting. The shock of the change in temperature jolted me to reality. I shivered in the freezing cold and only stepped out when I felt like I could put my shorts on without being at full mast for the entire hotel.
Once I toweled off, I changed into my shorts and a T-shirt and grabbed the alcohol on the way down. This was likely going to be a disaster, but how could I deny her when I’d seen her in that bikini? If she’d been wearing that after the wedding, I might have done whatever she wanted then, too.
I took the elevator to the main floor and swiped my key card to allow access to the pool. Blessedly, the hotel pool and hot tub were empty, save for Eve, who was already lounging in the bubbling water. Her head was tipped back, and I could see the full column of her throat. So much for the cold shower.
The door snapped shut noisily, and she lifted her head. “Took you long enough.”
I shrugged without giving an explanation. It wasn’t like I was about to tell her about the cold shower.
I dropped my towel on a table next to hers and set to opening the bottle of wine. I’d snagged the plastic cups from our room. It wasn’t fancy, but it would do.