Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“Look at you, mo mhuirnín. So beautiful.”
He cupped my face, his thumbs stroking my skin in small circles. “My darling, mine.”
He ran a hand down my sternum. “Feck, you are so hot. You feel so good.”
“Strangle my cock. Take it all!” he shouted.
Every word, every movement, brought another wave of pleasure. Until it became too much. I cried out again, gripping my hair and whimpering his name as color burst behind my eyes and I spasmed, tightening around his cock and milking it. He sat up, encasing me in his arms as he climaxed, kissing me, our sweat-soaked skin sliding together, our tongues mating and entwining.
Then I collapsed against his chest. He relaxed back onto the pillows, holding me, his cock still inside as he stroked his fingers up and down my spine. I shut my eyes, the aftershocks rolling through my body, and he groaned.
“Every time you do that, it feels like you’re hugging my cock.”
“Well, I’m being friendly.”
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my head, holding me close.
“You promise me always, Anna?”
It was a promise I had no trouble making.
“Always.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ANNA
The next few days, life seemed almost normal. I was happy working, being useful. Being at the front desk no longer kept me awake at night. I felt the flutter of nerves at times, but all I had to do was glance up at the camera or touch my wrist, and the nerves would settle. Having Una there helped, and I grew more comfortable every day. I liked the staff, all of them friendly and helpful. No one looked down on me or seemed upset by the fact that I was being treated differently from other staff members in some instances. It wasn’t better, but different. Few ever just started at the front desk. I asked Una about it one day while we were eating lunch.
“What would I be doing as part of the regular program?”
She chewed the bite of her sandwich, looking thoughtful. “When I first started at a different hotel, I had to learn from the ground up. I wanted to know everything, so I did everything. Housekeeping, laundry room, catering. I spent time in every department because I wanted to see how they worked.” She took another bite, then grinned. “I doubt Niall plans on you running a hotel or being interested in the way the laundry is done.”
“No.”
“Some people are only trained on the front desk or the group desk. Reservations. You’re not getting any special treatment, really.” She grinned. “You’re just watched over more carefully.”
“We both are.”
She nodded, finishing her sandwich. “Anyway, if you don’t like the front desk, you can be trained elsewhere. Up in the office, accounting, wherever. If you plan on working.”
“Of course I do.”
“How does Niall feel about that? I’m pretty sure he doesn’t plan on you working much.”
“But I love working. Contributing. Niall’s not a free ride.”
“But he’s a good one, am I right? Like Finn—all commanding but tender. I swear that man has some tricks up his sleeve.”
I stared at her, and she winked and waggled her eyebrows. I started to laugh, and she joined me.
“What is so funny?” Heidi asked, sitting down across from us. “I could use a giggle.”
Una and I shared a glance. Neither of us wanted to share our personal lives with someone we barely knew.
“Just something funny a guest said this morning,” I said with a smile.
“Damn. I hoped it was dirty.”
I blinked and she chuckled. “Just teasing.”
“Where are you off to?” Una asked, looking at the case in Heidi’s hand.
“Oh, to put some things in the new place.”
Una frowned. “How did you get possession so fast?”
Heidi cleared her throat. “We rented it for the time period before closing. I wanted in right away, and the owner agreed. Odd, but it was what we wanted.”
“Clever,” Una mused.
“So, no lunch today since you two have already eaten. We really need to have lunch before I leave.”
“Which is?” I asked.
“This weekend, I think.” She stood. “Must get going. See you later!”
She departed, her dark hair swinging in a long wave down her back.
“I wish my hair cooperated like that,” I murmured. “Hers is so perfect all the time.”
Una hummed in agreement. “I can never get mine to behave.” She paused. “Is it wrong I’ll be glad to see her go?”
“She’s not so bad. Just a bit pushy. I think she’s lonely.”
“I really don’t want to go to lunch with her. The other day, she saw me here alone and sat down and talked for twenty minutes straight about herself. Her preferred brands. How wealthy she is. The car she drives.”
“Maybe she was trying to impress you.”
Una shrugged. “I don’t care about that stuff. I tried to ask about her husband or where she went to school, and she clammed right up. Then she said she had to go.”