Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
She hums her appreciation, pressing a warm kiss to my neck and circling her hips in a way that gets my attention. Unbelievably, I feel my dick stir to life inside her. Jesus, what is this woman doing to me?
In a flash, I flip her to her back, pull off the condom and replace it with a new one, then slide back into her.
“Thank god,” she groans out, like being without my dick inside her was torture.
“You can’t get enough, can you?” I ask, as I lie over her, my body against hers.
She shakes her head.
I know the feeling.
I start to shift and watch as my movements create physical reactions that I can see on her face and feel in her pussy. She’s so slick and wet, and I slide in like she’s been perfectly designed for me.
“I’m so full of you,” she says. “In every way.”
I groan and push into her again.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of this woman beneath me.
TWENTY-FIVE
Aurora
I fiddle with the scarf I have tied around my neck today. It goes with my uniform—which is purposely designed so it doesn’t look like a uniform—but it’s not officially part of the required outfit. I don’t think Avril and Poppy will mind, but I’m not certain. I just know they’ll prefer a scarf to me revealing the gigantic love bite on my neck. I should think of it as a hickey, as I’m in New York.
Last night was intense. Sex with Deacon is always intense, but last night it felt more so. I don’t know if it was because we were in his home or if it was because I’d met Willow, but it felt like things had deepened between us.
Today, instead of feeling like I’m floating, and still soaked in the memories from last night, I feel nervous. Like something is coming to ruin everything.
And I suppose it is. I’m only in New York for another few weeks. And then I’m back to the UK. It’s not like we’re going to survive long distance. I’m going to have to find another job when I’m back in Chilternshire, although I’m pretty sure The Rookery will take me back. I’ve already had a couple of texts from staff complaining that things aren’t good without me. I know they’ve had one person turn down the job and someone from housekeeping is currently filling in.
But the thought of going back there after being at Hotel on Ninth Street doesn’t feel as comforting as I thought it would. It feels flat. Like going back there would be a chore. Something to dread.
Maybe I’ll feel differently in a few weeks. Maybe the novelty of being in New York will have worn off.
I’m just not sure it will.
I love working for Poppy and Avril. I love the atmosphere of the hotel, the welcoming culture of the staff and the fast-paced feel of this city.
Maybe moving to London would be an option for me.
But then, all the reasons to be in the UK—my parents, Darcy, Logan and their children, would be a hundred miles away. I’d be on my own in London.
I head down the main staircase into the lobby and see Avril over by the reception desk. As I step onto the marble floor, she looks up and smiles when she sees me.
“Have you got a moment?” she asks as I approach.
“Of course,” I say, following her into the office she shares with Poppy. I fiddle with my gray silk scarf again. I hope she’s not mad. Taking it off would be humiliating.
“How are things?” she asks, taking a seat at the table by the window.
“Good,” I say. “Is everything okay?”
Poppy comes in. “Hi,” she says. “I’m glad Avril found you. Has she told you?”
My gaze bounces between the two sisters.
“We think we’ve found a site for a Boston hotel,” she says, as she takes a seat around the table.
“Yes, it was such a big deal, because Worth doesn’t want to get involved with another hotel unless he owns the building, so it narrows our choices.”
“Oh,” I say. “That sounds expensive.”
“Right?” Poppy says. “It’s a lot of capital to tie up, but I think it makes long-term business sense. The problem is, the owners of the building aren’t usually the people who run the hotel.”
I nod. “It’s the same in the UK. The Rookery is an exception because it was a family hotel for a long time.”
Poppy grins at me. “Exactly. That’s what we’re trying to build. Family hotels. We don’t want to be too corporate. That’s why I think you’ve fit in so well to Hotel on Ninth Street. You get our vibe.”
“Vibe. Listen to our finance person,” Avril says, lifting her chin toward her sister.
I can’t hold back my laugh, and Poppy joins in.
“But I’m serious,” Poppy says. “Most people just come in and want to do their job, but I think because of our chemistry and your background, it’s different. It’s better than we could have hoped.”