“I mean, it could’ve been worse. You could’ve been old and bald, with saggy balls and erectile dysfunction.” I wasn’t sure if he was choking or laughing. “At least like this, I get to have an Italian stud muffin.”
“Stud muffin.” There we go, more choking.
“Yeah, stud muffin. Oh, how do you feel about cat ears? I just realized that there’s that cat species called Ragamuffin. You seem cuddly enough.”
His eyes widened, his mouth wide open, and I started laughing, hiding my face in his neck. “Your face.” I snorted. “If I had a camera, I would’ve filmed it.”
“You… You’re just—”
“Super hilarious? Awesome? Smart? Hot as fuck? Irresi—”
He pulled me on top of him and caught my lips in a kiss. “Stop talking. I might need to spank you by the time this day is over.”
“Hmm.” I spread my legs, rubbing myself against his length. “I might like it.”
“Temptress.”
“You started it. But I do have one serious question.”
“Which is?”
“How long am I going to have to pretend that I’m kidnapped? My mom might kill me if she ever finds out that I wasn’t kidnapped but was just getting dicked down by a hot guy. I mean, as much as I don’t like my job, I don’t want them calling the police and getting you into trouble.”
“You don’t, huh?”
“I really, really don’t. I quite like you, and if you end up in prison, I wouldn’t be able to do this.” I pressed my lips on his. “Or this.” I licked his nipple and gently bit on the skin on his pec. His hands gripped my hips, pushing me down on his length.
“You can call your mom tomorrow, and I’ll talk to the hotel.” He rolled us to the side, with him now on top of me, holding my arms above my head. “Tonight, you’re all mine.”
Sir, yes, sir.
He was not going to hear any complaints from me.
“And tomorrow?” I asked between the kisses, between the soft touches and small nibbles.
“Tomorrow, I will start showing you my world.”
THE END
For now