Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
She rolled over and murmured her agreement. I rolled off the bed, coming around to her side and scooping her up. She laughed, flinging her arms around me for balance. I carried her five steps into the bathroom and set her on the floor.
Her hair was frazzled, knotted in the back and spiking out in odd angles. My dick was hard, pointing toward her like a hound scenting its prey. I laughed, turning away from the spectacle in the mirror.
I drew the curtain and started the water, turning to Gina while I waited for the temperature to rise. She ducked out from underneath me and leaned over the sink, brushing her teeth. I leaned against the counter to watch her, feeling protective and adoring all at the same time.
Who would have imagined just over three weeks ago, that prim and proper Nurse Gina would be standing naked beside me in a hotel bathroom, brushing her teeth so that we could make love? She offered me the toothbrush when she was done, and I took it without reservation. I rinsed my mouth out, tasting mint, and went back to check on the shower.
Holding her hand, I helped her into the tub. We took our time, washing every inch of each other’s bodies with the little hotel soaps. She got down on her knees, running her hands down my sides to hold steady and took every inch of myself in her sweet mouth. I groaned loudly, holding my hands on both sides of her head and gently squeezed her hair, slightly willing myself deeper into her throat. As her tongue lapped up all sides of my cock and I felt closer to release, I picked her up, quickly turning her around to face the wall and crushed into her sopping wetness. We quickly came together, our juices mixing together, running with the water down the drain. It was like we had been made for each other. All the careful flirting without flirting of the first three weeks erupted in a landslide of carnal pleasure. We didn’t have to say anything; just being together was enough.
I had never experienced anything like this before. With my last girlfriend, it had been hot and heavy, but as soon as it was over, it was over. I had felt no desire to linger, to talk, to cuddle or caress each other afterward. But Gina was different. With her, I didn’t want to leave. I could have spent the whole day in that hotel room, doing nothing but making her happy. I wished I didn’t have to go to work and wondered what she would do all day without me.
I just assumed we would get together again once I had finished my shift but was grateful to hear her say so as we both retrieved our clothing.
“When do you get off?” she asked.
“Six,” I said.
“You want to have dinner again?”
“Sure.” I strung my belt through its loops.
“Your place tonight,” she said ruefully. “I want to see where you live.”
I sighed. “It’s not as nice as this place.”
“I don’t care.” She found my shirt in one corner and tossed it to me.
I shrugged into it, straightening the collar. “Okay. I’ll text you the address.”
She kissed me, grabbing two fists full of my shirt and hauling me to her. I laughed, losing my balance and putting a hand against the wall to steady myself. The kiss was hot, and I thought I felt another stirring of the beast down below. I pried myself away, afraid that if I stayed any longer, I would have to take another shower.
At work, all my buddies could tell I had gotten laid. They were joking and catcalling as soon as I walked in the door. I changed shirts at my locker but not in time to hide from Derrick. He came up behind me and put an arm around my shoulders.
“Get lucky last night?” he asked.
I shrugged him off, tucking my head into the work shirt. “Get lost.”
“I know that smile,” he said, pointing a finger at me as he walked away.
Even Derrick, it seemed, was aware of the bro code, that every conquest deserves a celebration. Luckily, he didn’t actually give a shit about me and didn’t ask any follow-up questions. I had a harder time dodging Mr. Matthews.
“How’s that TV working out for you?” my boss asked over lunch.
“Fine.” I grinned, feeling a slight pang of guilt about what Mr. Matthews would think if he knew what I’d really been up to last night and with whom.
20
GINA
It seemed like all we had done was talk before going to the hotel room, and within the room, all conversation ceased. We made love like animals, twice in one night—three times if you counted the morning shower. I just wanted to wrap myself around him and stay like that forever. But of course, he hadn’t taken a vacation, and I couldn’t expect him to drop everything just because I came to town.