It’s morning, and I don’t need my phone’s alarm or Rose’s bitchy phone calls to wake me up because I hardly slept a wink. Thoughts of the night before are swirling around my sleep-deprived mind. I’m replaying my conversation with Ben over and over again; he wants me to interview Masen. I have to interview Masen...that gorgeous, sexy, egotistical asshole. Not good.
And suddenly my thoughts return to my encounter with Masen in that god-forsaken elevator. Did I want him as he said I did? Affirmative. But as far as I knew, I had my hormones completely under control, putting up a fantastic Oscar-worthy front to divert any suspicions about my physical attraction towards him. I apparently wasn’t fooling him, however, since he caught on right away. I DO want him...I can’t deny it anymore...He’s a hot piece of ass, that one. Hotter than any other player I’ve seen (OK, I know Beckham is hot, but when he speaks, ugh....sooooo not sexy.)
I couldn’t let this sexual need for him get in the way of my professional agenda, though. I had to stay focused. If he thought he was going to just open his mouth and spew out verbal sex to me in hope of getting into my pants, he had another thing coming...and it wasn’t going to be him. He has NO IDEA who he’s dealing with.
Masen, you’ve met your match...you jerk.
I finally make it out of bed with plenty of time to get ready for the first order of business. I must meet up with Rose and carpool to the stadium where Arsenal will be playing a friendly game against another club. I need to be briefed on important information about schedules and interview times. But before that, I head down to the hotel lobby to get some breakfast....and lo and behold, Alec is sitting in a corner with another reporter, being interviewed. It’s a female journalist, and she’s pretty with jet-black hair piled in a loose bun; it looks very much like there’s some flirting going on. As I walk slowly toward a table close to theirs, I see and hear her giggle at something he says and touch his forearm lightly...such an amateur. I smile to myself as a waiter comes over to take my order. Several minutes later the interview is over and she gives him a kiss on both cheeks with a coy smile as she walks away. Alec finally raises his eyes towards me when the waiter serves my breakfast.
“Bella! Looking lovely, as always” he says as he takes a seat at my table, eyes roaming to my chest....Eyes up here, buddy.
“Morning, Alec...See something you like?” He snaps out of the trance my boobs have put him in and finally looks at my face.
“I definitely like what I see,” he says, trying to be seductive, but failing miserably. I change the subject.
“Ready for the game today?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be...you’ll be there, I hope?”
“I will... and I’m sure you’ll all do great. I hear the team is really something this year.”
“We have plenty of talent, that’s for sure...” He pauses briefly, before changing the subject...”Bella, I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight...maybe after the party, we can...um...you know, get to know each other a little better?” Giving me a knowing look, he leans forward so that our lips are now inches away. He’s very very persuasive, I’ll give him that. And the sex was quite good, but I’m not willing to confirm another rendezvous yet...have to see how the evening goes. I’m not one to double-dip; one fuck is usually enough to move on.
“Um, I don’t know, seems we got to know each other pretty well the other night. Let’s see how the night progresses, shall we?” I say, almost at a whisper...why not get my flirt on?
“Hmmm.....fine by me, Miss Bella...I guess I’ll see you tonight, then” he coos, getting up and walking away towards his driver who’s waiting to take him to the stadium.
A few minutes later, Rose meets me and we head out to the stadium as well. Everyone is buzzing with excitement during the car ride, and Rose makes sure to bring me up to speed with all the specifics of our assignment during the match. I’m starting to secretly get anxious, and I’m not quite sure why....OK, I’m lying....I do know why...I’ll be seeing Masen on the field, in his element, in his territory...I’m not quite sure how I’ll react.
All too soon, the car comes to a stop and as we step out I stare towards the giant stadium before me; fans in full regalia excitedly walking and talking and the energy is infectious. We’re quickly escorted to our press box and I’m surrounded by members of every media outlet, all speaking hurriedly into microphones, cell phones, and recording devices. This is where I fit in, this is where I thrive. Rose bumps me with her shoulder because it seems I’ve gone off into my little world again.
“Hey, don’t freeze on me now, sweetie, I need you front and center. We’ve got everything hooked up to the NY offices so all you have to do is make sure you’re communicating with them at all times and we’re good, ok?” I nod while Rose assures me before we hear the announcers introduce the players of the opposing team. The crowd boos and hollers, and from my vantage point I can see each player perfectly...Nice....very nice....they all look tasty. But I don’t have time to ogle too much because Rose starts hammering off requests for info on certain players, so I enter my zone and get to my research, handing her bits of information as she types on her laptop furiously.
Everything is going exceptionally well when the announcer introduces Arsenal’s players making the crowd go absolutely ballistic. The energy is so amazing I feel like it’s rubbing off on me and I stand to have a better look as the players enter the field. All the players start to gather in a straight line and my breath hitches when I see Masen; he’s incredibly fucking hot in his uniform, and for the first time I can see his muscular legs under his knee-high socks. Oh Dear God. He’s followed be the rest of the team which includes Emmett and Alec, the two other American players. But I cannot take my eyes off of Masen, I’ve halted all other activity, and Rose isn’t happy with me.
“SWAN! Jebus, Snap out of it!” She shouts.
“What did I just tell you? Can you please stay with me here?”
“Yes, Rose, er...sorry...I’m here.” I plop back down into my chair and try to concentrate on getting her the stats she needs, but I’m having a really hard time doing this because I keep thinking of the short conversations I’ve had with Masen, and every once in a while I look up to see him moving swiftly across the field with such force that my mouth goes dry. I absentmindedly reach for my bottled water while trying to get my bearings again. Why is he affecting me this way? He’s an asshole; an egotistical, womanizing, douche...I think....I mean, I haven’t really spoken to him more than a few sentences, but his responses are always so chauvinistic, I can’t even....UGH! Never mind....I’m rambling again...
I’m jolted out of my inner monologue when the crowd explodes. I stare intensely at the field, and make out Masen, who’s so furiously controlling possession of the ball that he’s totally dominating the opposing team’s territory. He’s running down the right field, jumping over the a midfielder that tries to sweep him. He passes the ball to his teammate who’s totally open. His teammate tries to aim the ball to score, only to realize that he is blocked by two defenders. He kicks the ball right back to Masen. The way he moves on the field takes my breath away. His movements are so tight and smooth, and I stare at the way his legs tighten and flex as he glides about the field. I feel myself getting a little warm. I want to look away, to get back to doing my job, but I can’t. I can hear Rose spouting off requests and demands left and right, but it all sounds like she’s at the end of a tunnel faraway. All my senses hone in on that one tall, magnificent specimen on the field, totally knocking the wind out of me and creating a familiar tug that starts in the pit of my stomach and meets at my center. I think I might come on the spot. By this point I stand to get a better view and I see Masen quickly aim toward the goalpost and kick with all his strength.
“GOOOOAAAAALLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!” The announcer shouts and the stadium is erupts with cheers and horns, and singing. I see Masen run towards his teammates with hands outstretched and arms flexed, and they all unceremoniously pounce and jump on him, creating a giant mound of sexy legs and asses. I’m totally heaving at this point in lust and excitement, and when Masen emerges from the mountain of players, he has such a feral smile on his face, I feel myself come undone. I want him....I know this and I totally own this revelation, but I can do nothing about it. I’ll just have to work extra hard to get my desire under control, because I will have to interview this guy and soon.
Before I know it, we’re already at the 80 minute mark in the match. The score is still 1-0 Arsenal, and although there have been several close calls by the opposing team, they have not been able to attack successfully because of Arsenal’s defense. I continue to gather info for Rose and email off some preliminary news bites to headquarters and I feel successful in gaining some control since the first and only goal scored.
There have been a few yellow cards issued to both teams, but the game ends with an Arsenal win and all the players run across the field joyfully taking their shirts off. I, not surprisingly, seem to find Masen among the crowd on the field and I’m sucked in like a magnet, my eyes ogling his chiseled chest and abs. Thank the heavens above that the game’s over because I couldn’t possibly take any more torture. We’re ushered out of the press box and Rose and I make a beeline to the locker room where she wants to gather some quotes from the coach and players. Wonderful, so the torture continues.
I’ve never been one to shy away from beautiful, sexy, sweaty soccer players but just the thought of meeting Masen’s jade gaze sends me into a frenzy and I want no part of it.
I can’t get out of there fast enough as we start to encounter players and I scan the room, trying very hard not to focus on any one player. Too late. Damn him, his eyes are like tractor beams; he catches my gaze and I can see the thin sheen of sweat all over his face and body, and he returns the ogling with The Smirk.
I try to bow out gracefully, while still staring at Masen. “Rose, um...I’m not feeling too well, maybe I should head back to the hotel...I don’t want to miss out on the party tonight,” I’m finally able to break our locked gaze when he’s interrupted by a reporter.
Rose eyes me from head to toe, and glances to the direction of my stare. Looking back to me, she smiles slyly and excuses me. “Sure, B, do what you have to do. We’ll call another driver to pick us up. I’ll meet you at the party tonight at 8:30.”
“Thanks, Rose. I owe you one” I shout as I rush to the exit, looking over my shoulder one last time, although I know I shouldn’t, only to find Masen looking back at me again, this time giving me a slight bow of his head, sweeping his unkempt hair back and aways from his eyes. I run out of the locker room into the open air and breathe deeply, trying to clear my head and regulate my breathing. Our car is waiting a few feet from me and I jump in. Our driver takes me back to the hotel where I swiftly discard my clothes, leaving on only my underwear and climbing into bed, but not before setting my alarm for 6 pm. I stare at the ceiling in bed thinking about Masen, his eyes, his wet hair matted against his face, his gorgeous body, his incredible ass and legs, and as much as I try, I can’t shake the thought of him hovering over me, naked and ready for me. Without a second thought, my hand travels down my breasts and stomach, until my fingers find my clit. I don’t usually have to resort to getting myself off, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and I need to sleep. My fingers continue to form firm circles on the bundle of nerves while my mind continues to replay Masen’s movements on the field, his green eyes boring holes into me in the locker room...I keep going, until I feel the familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach and tightness in my center. My orgasm comes to me quickly, and when I’ve finally come down from it, I slowly drift off to sleep with thoughts of him moving on into my dreams.
~*~*~*~EtS~*~*~*~
Hours later, I’m finishing off my outfit for the cocktail party, minutes away from meeting up with Rose. I gaze at myself in the mirror...I look as good as I ever will, which is fantastic since I know Masen will be there, and there’s nothing like power dressing to boost the ego. He’s not going to get the best of me, I promise myself...I hope I believe it.
Placing my cuff bracelet on my wrist and grabbing my clutch, I take one last look in the mirror and psych myself up.
“Isabella Swan, you are a sex goddess, no man can resist you, yet you WILL resist one man...you must NOT let him see you break a sweat, let him come to you.” I giggle at my last sentence and roll my eyes, but I’m totally serious about my self-affirmations. I will not let Masen get under my skin.
Hopefully....maybe...we’ll see.
I exit the elevator to the ballroom floor and immediately spot Rose. She looks absolutely incredible in her cream-colored dress that drapes in all the right places. She looks like a Greek goddess, her blond hair pulled up in a loose up-do with beautiful curls crowning her face and falling on the back of her neck. With martini in hand, I notice she’s in very deep conversation with Emmett McCarty, and I give them a moment by stopping one of the servers to take a glass of champagne. Before I have the chance of bringing the glass to my lips I feel a warm hand around my waist....Alec.
He purrs in my ear, “Hello, my dear Miss Bella. You look absolutely stunning in this dress. I can’t wait to see you out of it tonight.”
Wow. presumptuous much?
“Well, Alec, the night is still young, and there are plenty of able-bodied men here tonight, I may want to keep my options open before settling for some private time with you again.” I hope he gets the point.
“Oh, it’s possible there are several options here for you tonight, but I hope I made enough of an impression on you the other night that you might want to reconnect again,” he whispers into my neck while his hands start to roam my sides. I’m about to let him down gently and push him away when I catch a glimpse of something in the corner of my eye. I’m completely drawn in and I feel someone staring at me. I move my head slightly in the direction of this pull, and what I see stops me in my tracks.
There is Masen...Edward...glaring at me dressed in a perfect fitted, black tux. He is fucking outrageous; wide chest, long legs, big shoes....Oh God....big shoes.
His hair is perfectly messy, copper reflected from the light in the room. His eyes are deep jade and he doesn’t seem too happy to see me....or maybe he’s not happy to see Alec all over me. For a split second, I’m bothered by him thinking I’m with Alec, until I see Vacuum Barbie strut her way towards Masen, hanging on him like a Christmas ornament. She’s all over him, and I momentarily scowl at the sight, but quickly bring it under control and raise my eyebrow at him questioningly. However, I’m almost certain Masen saw my previous face of disgust because he lifts one side of his lickable mouth and gives me The Smirk again. I decide that maybe having Alec kissing and nuzzling my neck is not a big deal and let him, always with a side-glance at Masen.
I hear Rose before I see her, “Hey there Sexy, I didn’t realize you were already here,” she’s followed by Emmett as she glances at Alec and smiles.
“Hello, I’m Rosalie Hale, but everyone calls me Rose. You must be Alec.”
He unlocks his grip from me and takes her hand and gracefully kisses her knuckles.
“Pleasure to meet you, Rose. I see you’ve already met McCarty? Don’t believe anything he says,” he chuckles with a pat on Emmett’s back, “I’m a much better player than he is.” Everyone smiles and Rose giggles lightly, and turns to me. “Bella, I’d like you to meet Emmett McCarty, Emmett, this is my colleague, Bella Swan,” she says as Emmett holds out his hand, which I take. He seems really nice and the perfect gentleman.
“Nice to meet you, Bella, I’ve heard a lot about you. Rose tells me your step-father’s Phil Dwyer? My best bud from college played for him...Garrett Roberts ring a bell?”
“Not really, sorry...I was kind of dragged to Phil’s games growing up, and I have to admit I didn’t really pay attention to names,” I confess...although I do remember very interesting body parts on the field....mmmmmmmm...
“Well, he only played for him about a year, so I doubt you’d remember him anyway,” Emmett says dismissively.
During this conversation, I’m very much aware that Alec has returned to his previous position against my back, his hand to my waist and head on my shoulder. Rose looks at me, searching for an explanation....but of course, I have none at the moment, and look away.
I down the rest of my champagne and rest it on an empty tray which a server provides, and chance a glance at Masen. He’s still looking at me, and once again, doesn’t seem too pleased to see Alec with me. Suddenly I have an idea. Emmett steals Rose away and excuses them to introduce her to some of the coaches and players. I take this opportunity to give Masen another raised eyebrow and tilt my head so that my neck is more accessible to Alec who has already started nibbling his way up my neck toward my ear. I never take my eyes off of Masen.
Masen’s eyes darken and in one swift move has the model in his arms and is kissing her collarbone, placing small nips and pecks on her chest. I hear her annoying giggle, the same one I heard in the elevator that first night. Something ignites and it’s game on for Bella Swan. I turn myself in Alec’s arms to face him and I lean in to whisper something naughty while I tug at his ear with my teeth. Alec groans and brings me towards him bringing his mouth to min in a blatant PDA. I sneakily turn us in a way that allows me a view of Masen. His eyes are darker than they were seconds before as he glances at me from his position on her chest...He’s none too happy at the current development, and decides to challenge me further by sliding his hands down to her ass and grabbing as she yelps in surprise. She’s too stupid to realize that this is becoming a very interesting game between Masen and I. Alec’s too busy to care. I catch Rose staring at me and switching to Masen and then back to me, like a tennis match, totally incredulous as to what’s taking place.
I take it one more step and kiss Alec, teasing his lips with my tongue, pleading for entrance. Alec totally gets into it, apparently we’re not concerned about making a scene, and even though we’re close to a column that’s semi-hidden, we still get a few catcalls and low whistles from fellow teammates walking by...Ugh, men. While Alec is sloppily kissing me back with eyes closed, I open one eye, peaking again to see what Masen’s doing; he looks enraged, fucking hot, if you ask me...I really like angry Edward, and I vow to make him angry again soon just to see his reaction.
Rose walks over and very discreetly taps me on the shoulder, and warns, “Um, you do realize we’re at a party as guests, AND we’re journalists? Wanna tone it down there, cowboy?” she says directing that question to Alec.
Alec bows his head in understanding and says, “I apologize, I guess we got a little carried away. Bella, Rose, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get a drink. Bella, would you like more champagne?”
“No, thank you Alec. I’ll be fine. I’m actually going to hang out with Rose a bit.”
Alec kisses me on the cheek and whispers, “I’ve got a room for the night, 1825. Maybe I’ll see you later?”
“Maybe. I’ll see you later, Alec.”
“Absolutely,” he promises before excusing himself.
Rose, of course, finally gives me her two cents. “WHAT.THE.FUCK. was that, Bella? Are you trying to totally discredit why we’re here, who we work for? What if this disgusting display gets back to headquarters? What then? How are you going to explain yourself?”
“Ok, Rose, you know what? Why don’t you breathe first, and chill out. I doubt what I did is going to cause a breach in our credibility. Look around, everyone’s having a great time, everyone’s drinking, no one’s paying attention,” I claim. Of course this declaration causes Rose to look around and catch Masen’s form. She smiles deviously noticing he’s looking this way and she looks back at me.
“Masen’s been eyeing you all night. I’m sure he’d drop Flopsy over there like a hot potato for you if he had the chance, judging by the way he’s looking at you.”
I roll my eyes in disbelief, “Pfffttt, I sincerely doubt that, Rose. He’s been all over her all night...” I say looking up and catching Rose smiling at me...uh oh...I’ve been caught.
“Soooooo, this was a setup then? You were trying to get his attention with this shit? And HIM! He was doing the same thing....you’re both playing games,” She laughs. “Wow, you know you could just fuck him and get it over with. It’s your usual conclusion, so why don’t you just do it?”
“ROSE!” I whisper-yell at her, “I AM NOT going to sleep with him. I hate him. He’s conceited, and arrogant, and...and...”
“AND devastatingly handsome, sexy, fuck-hot, and he’s probably huuuugggeee,” she observes. Of course, as soon as she says this I have to look at his...stuff... and oh, she might be right...
“Rose, regardless of all those...qualities, I’m not going to fuck Masen, he’s not my type.”
Rose laughs hard at that statement before commenting, “Bella, every guy is your type, you’re not really picky when it comes to one-night-stands.”
“Well, perhaps I’m turning over a new leaf, you know, maybe I should be more discerning in my choices. Maybe my standards should be higher...”
“I couldn’t agree with you more,” I jump at the velvety voice that I already recognize and turn to see Masen standing right there in front of me, smug as ever.
I openly gape at his audacity and decide to play it off like I’m not about to hyperventilate.
“Rose, I’d like to introduce Mr. Edward Masen, Mr. Masen, Rosalie Hale, my colleague and friend.”
Rose immediately responds, “Mr. Masen, very nice to meet you.”
“Same here, but please call me Edward,” he says smoothly.
“Well, pleasure to meet you, Edward, but if you’ll excuse me, I think Emmett’s calling me.” What a liar, she’s totally extricating herself from this situation. I hate her.
As soon as she’s far from earshot, Masen turns to me and smirks.
“Well well well, Ms. Swan, quite a show you put on a few minutes ago. I have to say I’m impressed with your performance.”
“Oh shut it, Masen, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh no?” he says, inching forward until we’re a breath away from each other.
“So that little display with Alec....that wasn’t for me?” I can smell scotch and mint as his breath wisps over me, and I’m stunned just staring at his deep green orbs that carry so much lust I think I might die on the spot, while I breathe in his wonderful cologne and the distinct scent of Edward.
I do manage to briefly pull myself together, “Why would you care when you clearly were very busy yourself with Blondie over there,” I wave my hand dismissively.
“She is quite a sight, isn’t she?” He says while glancing wistfully in her direction.
I want to gag.
“Yeah, she’s a vision,” I say sarcastically.
He looks back to me, and says something that makes me want to equally jump him and slap him. “Oh, Isabella, mark my words. You are going to want me to take you by the time the night is over. All this tension,” he breathes on me again, this time taking his hand and very expertly massages the back of my neck under my hair, “and I’m gonna be the one to take it away.”
I try to form words that make sense, and I succeed, barely. “Uh...I....um.....I’m here with someone...I.....”
“Who, Alec?” He chuckles quietly almost putting his lips to the junction between my neck and shoulder, “Alec’s not enough for you. He’ll never be able to do what I can do to you...”
The ego on this man! His last statement finally helps me gather my resolve. He will not break Bella Swan. I gently pull myself away and stare him down.
“Masen, you couldn’t handle me... so don’t even try.” Ok, not my best comeback, but give me some credit, he used some pretty potent mojo on me....I should know...I tend to use his variety myself all the time.
Masen merely grins and puts his hands up in surrender, “You win, Ms. Swan...for now...but I’ll still put money down on tonight,” he says walking away backwards.
“And you’ll lose.”
“We’ll see.” It’s his last words as he struts back to the bar for another drink. Another server floats beside me again with a tray of full champagne glasses, and I steal another one, gulping it in one swig. I place the empty glass back down on the tray while the server gapes at me.
“This is really good champagne” I say lightly. He’s not amused.
I’m so livid I can’t even think straight and all I can think about is getting the hell out of here so I can find Alec, or someone, anyone, (anyone but Masen) to take care of my uncomfortable wet pant situation. I glance around looking for Rose, and I walk quickly to her. She already seems to know what I’m about to say.
“No, no no no, Bella, you’re NOT gonna leave me here! You’ve been bailing on me since you got to London. Where the hell are you going now?” she asks, exasperated and half-whispering.
“I know, Rose, and I’m sorry, I really am, it’s just a little too stuffy here for me. I need to get some rest anyway if I’m planning on interviewing Masen tomorrow, which, by the way, I still think you should do. I think I would end up punching him in the stomach anyway...the fucking jackass.”
“Woah woah, Bella, settle down there. I’ve never seen you react so strongly against a guy. What’s Masen done to you...or not done to you that’s gotten your panties in a twist?”
She thinks she’s funny.
I’m not laughing.
“Rose, I’m not having this discussion with you right now, I have to go. Text me later if you want to have breakfast before we hit the interview lines, and plus I have to contact Masen’s manager to schedule...”
“No need, already spoke to Masen himself just now. He’s agreed to be interviewed by you. Be ready at 8 am. We’ll have a quick bite and then you can do your thing with him at 9 am.”
My thing with him...Why does that sound so erotic to me? If he wasn’t such a douche there are a few things I’d like to do with him...to him...whatever. But right now, I’m so keyed up I can’t even think clearly....I need to either find someone to take the edge off or I’m going at it alone....again.....
“Fine Rose, I’m going to bed....see you tomorrow.”
“Sweet dreams, Bella.” Why does that sound taunting? I eye her suspiciously over my shoulder as I exit. I look down on my iPhone and see that Alec has sent me a text reminding me about tonight and his room number. Just what I need....Maybe I will take him up on it.
As I walk towards the elevators, I see Masen with The Smirk making his way towards me. Oh, how I want to fuck that look off his face....or kill him...either way. I see him press the up button, I guess he’s going to see Blondie tonight since I shot him down.
“Visiting someone?” I ask, staring a the closed doors, willing them to open. They finally do.
“Maybe.”
“Have fun,” I say as we walk into the elevator together.
“Oh, I intend to.” We’re both intently staring at the closing doors of the elevator.
“So do I,” I reveal. There’s that indescribable electricity in the air between us again. I felt it at the party, but dismissed it thinking it was the buzz from the champagne. We suddenly stare at each other and I catch a look so feral in him, reminding me of the same look he had on the field after scoring his goal, I think I might cum right here.
In a split second he has me pinned up against the elevator wall and crashes his lips to mine. It’s rough, it’s carnal, it’s fucking amazing. Teeth crash against each other, hands grope and squeeze every available limb and inch of skin, as we try to get as close as we possibly can. I can feel his arousal against me and it just spurs me the fuck on. He manages to get a few words in between the kisses and bites and skin-sucking.
“You....are fucking.....amazing.....so fucking sexy.....do you know what this fucking dress has been doing to me all night? Do you....have any fucking clue...how many men....were eye-fucking you.....and all I wanted to do...was to fucking.....bash their heads in.....for even looking at you? You shouldn’t.....be allowed to fucking.....leave the house....looking like this....like you’re fucking taunting me...”
I’m out of breath and gasping in between sucking on his neck, biting his ear and grinning into his shoulder, and his words just drive me up to the edge of all reason...but I can’t respond, I can’t even form a thought that’s not related to this moment....I must regain dominance here. I can’t let him win tonight...I have to find a way to turn this around in my direction.
The elevator dings and stops on my floor and we stumble out, not even paying attention to where we are, or caring...we’re just a mess of lips, hair-tugging, and groping....we must look like the Tasmanian Devil...just a messy ball of energy stumbling over to what I’m hoping is my hotel room. He smells so fucking delicious, I can’t get enough...I need to taste all of him, but I need to get into my hotel room first. I blindly fish my key card out of my silver clutch with one hand while grabbing onto his hair for dear life while he’s mouth-fucking me and somehow manage to open the door. We practically stumble into the darkness of my room, and I am drowning in this man. But I intend to show Masen who’s in control tonight, if it’s the last thing I do.
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