Hate That I Love You (Castille Hotel Series Book 0)

by Alexis Winter

  Before he could finish, I was reaching for his tie, pulling him forward until he stumbled against me and his lips met mine. Confusion marred his beautiful face.

  “Wha—Elise?” He places his hands on my shoulder and slightly pushes me away.

  “Just shut up and kiss me,” I say as I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. His hesitation dissolves as his hands move from my shoulders down my arms and then to my waist. He grips my hips and walks me backward, pushing me until my back hits the wall roughly.

  My desire consumes me. At the moment, I don’t care. I don’t care that we’re coworkers. I don’t care that he fucked me over ten years ago. I want him. Now. I can feel his cock growing harder and harder against my belly, and I reach down to palm him through his dress pants. He lets out an audible hiss as he lets his head fall back and his hips thrust harder against me.

  “You fucking tease,” he grits out as he lifts me, causing my legs to involuntarily wrap around his waist. He walks us towards my desk and sits me down as his lips move from mine down to my neck. His hands grip my thighs before sliding up, causing my skirt to lift and bunch around my waist. “This is already ruined,” he says grabbing my blouse and pulling it apart, causing the buttons to pop off and skitter to the floor and across the surface of the desk.

  I want him to stop talking, to take me fast and rough, but he stops his assault on my neck and leans back at my exposed torso. My breasts rise and fall with each breath, and I’m certain my nipples are so hard they could cut glass. He reaches out with both hands and cups them through my sheer bra before leaning down and sucking a nipple through the material.

  I gasp, and my legs instinctively wrap around him tighter, pulling him closer to me. I can feel the rigid head of his manhood pressing against my clit, and I rock my hips in a forward motion against it. I try shrugging the shirt the rest of the way off of my body; he reaches up and helps me before ever so slowly pulling the straps of my bra down my arms. I want to see him, so I reach out and unbutton his shirt; thank god he isn’t wearing an undershirt. Each muscle of his abs is straining against the tanned skin it’s encased in. I stare at him, wanting to run my tongue over every inch of his chiseled body.

  “What are you thinking?” he asks, never taking his eyes off my now bare tits.

  “I don’t want to be thinking at all. Just feeling.” I reach out and unbuckle his belt before sliding the zipper down and reaching inside to wrap my hand around his rock-hard dick. He groans and squeezes his eyes shut as pinches one of my nipples. I stroke him up and down a few times as his hips begin to move in time with my strokes. He leans down again, this time biting my nipple and causing a shot of electricity to run straight to my clit. I squeeze him tighter, which causes his eyes to pop back open; this time they’re hooded and heavy with lust. It’s like I’ve awakened an animal.

  He reaches down and rips my panties from my body with what sounds like a low growl before running his finger up and down my wet slit. “You’re drenched, baby.” I almost roll my eyes at the generic term of endearment.

  “Please just shut up and fuck me,” I say as I reach out to pull his dick out completely. He doesn’t waste any time. He shoves my hand away and grips himself at the base, lining up the head with my entrance before slowly pressing against me.

  I don’t remember him being so big; granted, it’s been a decade, but I wince a little at the pain. He doesn’t relent. Instead he takes a step forward, thrusting himself even further inside me. I look down and see his huge cock slowly sliding in and out of me, glistening with my own wetness, and it’s exactly what I need. I feel myself relax and open up to him as I lean back on my elbows, propping myself up to watch his abs ripple with each movement of his hips.

  His thrusts become harder, faster, and my tits sway and bounce with every move. His hips slap against my ass as he takes me deeper, both of us panting and moaning. I move my eyes up to his face and see he’s staring at me, his eyes bouncing from mine to my lips to my breasts. I need to cum; the intensity is building, and I’m so close.

  “Suck my nipples,” I say breathlessly. “I ne—need to cum.” I can barely get the words out as he obeys my command, leaning forward to lick and suck my nipples before biting down on one. I can’t hold back any longer; I squeeze my legs against his hips as I reach down and touch my clit, an explosion of ecstasy rolling through my body. I don’t even recognize the sounds coming from my lips as I moan and shout his name.

  He’s right behind me, thrusting erratically before suddenly pulling out, fisting his cock and then spilling himself all over my chest. He strokes himself until he’s released every last drop, then wipes the head of his cock against my bare skin.

  “What the fuck was that?” I ask. I can’t hide my annoyance as he stuffs himself back in his pants and walks to pick up my ruined shirt.

  “We didn’t use protection, and this is already ruined.” He shrugs. Before I can stop him, he’s wiping the remnants of himself off my chest with my stained blouse.

  “What the fuck!” I jump off the desk and grab the blouse from his hand. “Ruined or not, it’s the only shirt I have, so how the hell am I supposed to walk out of the building now?” I can see he didn’t think it through but doesn’t seem bothered.

  “Relax, you can wear my shirt. I have my gym bag in my office, and I’ll just change into those clothes. I still need to work out anyway.”

  I grab the shirt from his outstretched hand and place it over my bare breasts. I’m suddenly very aware of my nakedness. I reach down and pick up my torn underwear. “And these?”

  “Well, I have extra boxers in my bag too,” he says with this stupid toothy grin. I roll my eyes and start to dress myself as he stands watching me.

  “You can leave now,” I say, turning away from him to clasp my bra before shrugging on the oversized shirt.

  “Are we going to talk about this or…?” He trails off, not finishing his thought.

  “No. It was just something we needed to get out of systems. Just a casual, no-strings-attached hookup. Something I’ve heard you’re very well versed in.”

  He nods his head. “Lovely bedside manner. Ok then, have a good night, I guess.” He turns to walk away.

  “Oh, and Baldwin, don’t worry about calling me this time.”

  8

  Nate

  I’ve done little this weekend but replay the scene from Friday night in Elise’s office over and over in my head. Despite what she thinks, I’ve never had a hookup like that before. A woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it? Now that’s hot as hell. The only problem is I want more. I want to see her in so many other positions, on all fours taking me deep and hard, on her knees in front of me with those delicious, juicy lips wrapped around my cock.

  I groan and roll out of bed; I need to get my game face on. She and I have a flight to Denver today, and the last thing I need is a set of raging blue balls in that tight of quarters with no escape. Thankfully Vince is letting us take the company’s private jet, so we don’t need to deal with the hassle of other travelers.

  This should make for an interesting trip. Elise made it seem like Friday night was a one-time thing, but I won’t let that happen, not if I can help it. I’m going to get my fill of Elise Taylor before she kicks my ass to the curb again for another ten years.

  “Here, I recommend you drink a few of these on the flight.” I hand her a bottle of water as she takes her set.

  “Thanks for the unsolicited hydration tip, Nate.” She grabs it out of my hand before tossing it in the empty seat across from her.

  “Do you ever take it out of bitch mode? I was just trying to offer some friendly advice seeing as how Denver is a mile above sea level and Vince told me you’d never been.” I can see her roll her eyes as she ignores my comment and pulls her iPad out of her bag. I took a long, healthy glance at her ass when she boarded the flight; her dark wash skinny jeans hug her in all the right places. Now that I kno
w exactly how that ,supple ass feels in my hand it makes a million times harder to focus.

  “Are you going to be weird about things now?” she asks without looking up from the screen in front of her. I hadn’t even realized I was staring at her, my eyes fixated on that small dip at the base of her throat. There’s no question Elise is hot. I’m talking the kind of hot that guys will tear their arm off for just so they have something to give her. She’s also beautiful and delicate. I continue to watch her slim, manicured hands dance across the keyboard on the screen as she absentmindedly chews on her bottom lip. A small tendril of hair has escaped her ponytail, and without thinking, I reach over and brush it off of her neck.

  “What are you doing?” She swats my hand away as her shoulders bunch tensely up to her ears.

  “Sorry, you just had a small piece of ha—never mind.” I turn back to the water bottle in my hand and finish it in two large gulps. “Actually, why did you sleep with me if you hate me so much?”

  Her mouth pops open, and she glances around the cabin as if anyone here will care or even heard me. “Jesus, Nate, just announce it to the world, why don’t you.”

  “Oh, so now I’m your dirty little secret, huh? Okay, I see. Memo received.” I try to sound cool and nonchalant, but I can’t help it reflecting in my clipped, short statements. I glance over at her briefly, and it looks like her face softens a bit, but she just turns away and looks out the window as the captain makes his pre-takeoff announcements.

  The next few days are going to be straight hell. Elise is dressed in a candy apple red dress that flows across her hips and hugs her breast. I try to stay focused on the meeting we’re in, but my mind keeps wandering to thoughts of burying my face in her cleavage. The speaker drones on, so I take the opportunity to look at the shoes she’s wearing: a pair of matching red strappy heels that wrap around her ankle.

  Images of those dancing around my ears permeate my thoughts when I hear a slight cough and look to my right to see her staring daggers at me. Instead of averting my gaze, I let my eyes drop back down to her legs and lick my lips. Maybe I’m crazy, but I swear she squeezes her thighs together. I glance back up at her, and she’s ignoring me, staring ahead as she slowly unclasps her ankles and seductively slides one leg over the other, allowing her dress to ride up a little. I can feel myself stiffen in my pants. Christ, the smallest movement from her, and I’m losing my mind.

  I turn myself back towards the front of the room as I let my hand slip under the table and rest it softly on her knee. I feel her jerk a little at the intrusion and then sit up straighter. I let my hand linger for a moment before readjusting myself in my chair and allowing it to slide off her thigh. She squeezes her legs tighter, refusing to allow me entrance. I pinch her leg a little, causing a sharp inhale of breath before she relaxes, and I reach my hand under her dress even further until I glide across the small scrap of silk at the apex. I can hear her breathing now, and I can feel her growing damp. I press firmly against her clit as I rub it furiously, I’m sure she’s on the edge because I can see her knuckles growing white as she grips the table and a small bit of space has formed between her lips. I look over at her eyelids that are hanging low and heavy. She’s there; she’s so close.

  “I believe Elise Taylor, our in house counsel, has a few thoughts on that, Derek. Elise?” I pull my hand away as her eyes grow wide with horror, and her cheeks grow instantly red. A small sheen of sweat is on her forehead as she riffles through her papers, trying to gather herself. A huge grin spreads across my face as everyone turns their attention to her.

  “I—I’m sorry, Derek, can you repeat what you were saying?”

  Two hours later, she’s pounding on the door of my hotel room, her eyes narrowed with anger. “Open up, Baldwin. I know you’re in there, you asshole!”

  I take my time opening the door, making sure I’m wearing nothing but the low-slung towel I wrapped around my hips after my shower. “How fu—” I don’t let her finish. I pull her towards me and grab a handful of her curls, tipping her head back to take her mouth. She resists at first, pushing against my chest for a mere second before she’s clawing at me, trying to get closer.

  I spin her around, unzipping her dress and removing her bra and panties. “Leave the shoes on,” I command before I shove her back on the bed. I remove my towel and grab my cock, stroking myself a few times as I look down at her gorgeous naked body on display. “Fuck it out of me, Elise. That’s how you can take your frustration out on me.” I don’t have to tell her twice before she’s pushing me back on the bed and climbing on top of me.

  “Leave me alone,” she mumbles into the pillows as I rip the sheets from her still-naked body. I give her ass a hearty smack.

  “Get up; you promised me you’d go on a hike today.”

  “My head is killing me,” she says as she reaches for the half-drunk water bottle on the nightstand.

  I pull the curtains back as light floods the room, and she squints. “I’m not going to say I told you so, but that’s exactly why I said to drink a lot on the flight. You have a little altitude sickness. Some fresh air will do you good.” She groans and grunts, making her way around the room to gather her clothes from last night before slipping into her adjoining room. “Be ready in thirty. No need for all that makeup and hair and nails bullshit; it’s just the mountains.”

  She flips me the bird before shutting the door to her room.

  “Okay, looks like the trailhead is just up ahead. This trail is marked as ‘easy.’ I specifically picked one that had as little elevation gain as possible, but we still need to pace ourselves and make sure we don’t burn out halfway through.” She grabs the bottle from my hand as she pushes past me on the trail.

  “I’ve done triathlons, Nate; I’m sure I can handle a little three-mile hike in the Rockies.” I’ve never met such a bullheaded, hard-nosed woman in my life, but I let her set the pace. Besides, I can’t deny the view of her ass bouncing in those tiny little short is more than motivating.

  “Oh my god, I’m dying. I’m actually dying. I think my lungs are going to explode!” Elise grabs at her throat dramatically as she doubles over on the trail.

  “So do I get an apology now or later?” I hand her the water and glance at my GPS watch. “The top is just over this ridge, so come on. The view will be worth it.” We round the top and just as I predicted, the view clears and it’s breathtaking.

  I look over to see Elise scrambling over a large boulder, trying to get a better view. Her ass is up in the air, and her hands are down on the rock in front of her. I laugh as she struggles to find the next place to put her foot. “Laugh all you want, Baldwin; you wish you could get me in this position.” I can’t miss the opportunity, so I pull out my phone and snap a quick photo of her.

  “Did you just take a picture of me?”

  I double over in laughter as I look at the image on my screen. “You look like a wild animal!” I say between fits of laughter. Without hesitation, she skitters down the boulder, marches over to me, and grabs my phone—launching it off the mountain and down into the valley below.

  9

  Elise

  “I just—I don’t get it, Tessa. He’s either rocking my world and giving me mind-blowing, toe-curling, gut-punch orgasms, or he’s being an arrogant ass-bag that I want to punch in the face.” I flick my hair over the edge of my lawn chair, enjoying the last of the Chicago sun before the brisk temperatures of autumn roll in.

  I glance over at her, noticing she isn’t responding. “What? What’s with the judgy face? Just say it, Tessa.” I pull my glasses off my face and swing my legs around to face her.

  “I didn’t say anything; you are just overreacting because you already know the answer.” She takes a long sip of her drink, never breaking her intense eye contact with me.

  “No, no. NO! There are no feelings here. We both knew that this was an itch we needed to scratch and he’s completely not the dating type. He’s like the dirty sexy secret type that you have hot sweaty c
ar sex with in the parking garage at your office after work…and before work…and sometimes at lunch.”

  “Christ, you guys are like rabbits! You’re telling me that through all of this ridiculous and dirty teenage humping, you don’t feel even a flicker of something?”

  I feel a little pit in my stomach, the bad kind of pit. The pit that is small and nagging and screaming all at the same time for you to run for your life. “No.” I lie.

  “Well, I bet he does then. You are way too old to still think that friends with benefits is a thing that doesn’t end in heartache. If I were you, I’d either get out now or see if it could turn into something.”

  I glance away, picking up my wine and downing the rest of it. I know she’s probably right. Maybe I should have a talk with Nate on Monday, break things off before they get completely out of hand.

  “Now can we pleeeease stop talking about you and Nate so that I can tell you about this hot dancer I met the other night?”

  “Ohhh, do tell! Like a stripper?” I squeal like I’m still a silly seventeen-year-old.

  “What? No, like a real dancer. She competes in ballroom stuff, and she teaches at a studio in Lincoln Park, which is where I met her.”

  “You’re taking dancing lessons? You, who chipped a tooth at prom trying to do the worm?”

  “Hey, we are going to leave that detail off the table, ok? I met her at a bar through some mutual friends, and we hit it off, so I signed up for dance lessons. What’s sexier than private salsa lessons? Give me a month, and I’ll be ripping up the floor at your and Nate’s wedding.”

  Monday mornings are already unwelcome, but today especially, the dread was turned up to eleven. I thought long and hard over the weekend about what Tessa had said, and I made my decision: I need to end things with Nate. While I like to fully ignore the growing feelings that I know I have for him, I am just about positive he doesn’t feel the same way. I’m like one of the guys to him, someone he can high five when he sees a hot girl with huge boobs and then can booty call over the weekend.