He teases my sex with his fingers. “I’m going to make you explode,” he grumbles. “I want you to know that not all men are bastards, some of us are here to provide pleasure, and you’re going to experience pleasure at my hand. You are going to ache for me.” My body shudders simply from his words, and the anticipation of his promise. I sigh deeply, his words alone, his touch enough to make me explode right now.
With expert hands he rubs the little nub. I’m writhing around, moaning and whimpering, when he slides a finger into my very core. He pumps into me before withdrawing, only to re-enter with two, again pumping and scissoring, then he shifts slightly to my side and takes my nipple into his mouth. He toys with the hard pearl, his tongue lapping and his teeth nipping in rhythm with his hand.
“I’m going to come. James… James!” I gasp his name.
“No you’re not, not yet,” he says firmly. His voice is soft, erotic and seductive.
He shifts again and positions himself between my legs. I can feel his cock nudge my opening. He enters gently at first, filling me.
“Wrap your legs around me, around my waist,” he growls, his lips brushing my neck so gently, his curls caressing my cheek, so soft.
I move my legs up and hook my feet around each other, around his back. He sinks deeper and deeper, establishing his rhythm, increases his speed and thrusts into me, slamming home with every stroke.
“You. Are. So. Ready,” he breathes.
“I am! I’m coming, James… James. Can’t wait!” I shout.
We find our release together, he’s right. I shatter, my body convulsing around him. He stays in me, a final pulse emptying himself inside of me, holding me tight as I squeeze the very last from him, my muscles clenching, drawing him in, the last shudders of my explosive climax.
I don’t think I’ve ever had sex like this in my whole life. Lewis never cared about me. As long as he was satisfied, that’s all that mattered, but this – this is real, proper love-making. This is the stuff I dreamt about.
We lie there wrapped in each other, our bodies entwined. I breathe deeply. The years of pent-up frustration have left me, for the moment anyway.
I think James understands me, understands what I need. He makes me feel whole, complete, something that I’ve never felt before.
“Are you okay?” he finally asks, his voice gentle.
“Yes.” I feel great. “I feel wonderful!”
He looks at me and he smiles. “You’re a strong woman, Alexandra Drake, stronger than you think. More beautiful than you think and a hell of a lot sexier than you think!” he quips, grinning at me, looking down into me.
I look at him intently, studying his beautiful face, the broad white smile, the passion in his eyes. “James Aconi. Who are you?” I whisper.
He hesitates, just looking at me. He’s doing that thing again when it feels like he’s looking into my soul.
“Why, Mrs Drake, I’m your Hotel General Manager and today I was tasked with making you feel better. I hope I delivered and achieved my goal?” He laughs wickedly and kisses the tip of my nose. “Shall we clean up?”
“Well, you certainly did your job today. And no, I want to stay here.” I pout. “I’m happy lying here with you, I like this.”
“You want to go again?” he teases me. “You want more?”
“Yes, sir, please may I have more?” I look at him longingly.
“More…” he booms. “You want more?” He pushes me onto my back. “So we’re demanding more, are we…? Well, I don’t have a problem with obliging, are you sure you want more?”
“Yes please, I’m sure,” I whisper.
He straddles my hips and gives me that look again, straight into my eyes. He reaches for the bowl he brought with him and I hear the foil crinkle as he removes it. He sits upright on his knees and produces a huge strawberry, which he kisses. He places the strawberry on my lips but pulls it away quickly when I try to bite it. He trails the fruit lazily between my breasts – the act is so erotic – and then around each nipple in turn, while he tweaks my nipples with his other hand. The concentration on his face is unbreakable.
I’m still turned on and my sex starts to throb again. I wriggle beneath him. He continues the strawberry’s trail down each of my sides, my skin tingling. He leans forward and takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping the engorged pearl hard enough to cause me to moan, but there is no pain as he grazes his teeth across, just pleasure as he withdraws from the tender flesh. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, urging him, wanting him to give much, much more.
He pauses. He moves down my body slightly, guiding the red soft fruit further down until it passes my mound. Gently he guides the sensual little fruit across my labia. I cry out, I feel as though I could climax from this act alone. I close my eyes and arch my back.
“Open your eyes, Alex,” he whispers, and as I do he takes the fruit and bites into it.
“Oh. My. God!” I whimper.
He feeds me what’s left of the fruit as my insides clench, wishing for his cock to be inside me. I run my fingers over his chest, through the smattering of hair. I want this like I’ve never wanted anything else, ever before.
As he leans forward I feel his cock, hard and ready against my stomach. “Are you ready, Alexandra Drake?” he asks.
“Umm.”
“This is going to be fast and hard,” he whispers. “Very hard!”
“And very fast,” I gasp, finishing his sentence off for him.
He finds my entrance and he rams home. “Wrap your legs around me,” he orders.
He pumps into me, battering me, I can feel his balls slap against my arse as he pounds. He’s grunting as I cling on tightly, I never want this to end. I can feel myself coming again. “James, I….”
“I know,” he growls.
“Umm…” My voice is hoarse. “Yes, but I’m coming, James, James!” I cry out.
He releases and I shudder again.
He holds me gently as I run my fingers over his firm back. We lie for what feels like hours, wrapped in each other.
“We really need to get up, Alex, it’s five o’clock,” he mumbles.
“Five, really. Do I have to?” My voice is dry, I sound so croaky.
“Well, you don’t. I booked the room for you until tomorrow, but I should really go.” He starts to stand, to move away from me.
“No, please don’t, stay with me,” I plead. “Please don’t go.”
He rolls off me and to my side. “What about Anna? Won’t she want to come in and spend some time with you?”
“She’ll be okay, she’s got the TV and her phone, she’ll be talking to Katie. She can order some food and have it sent to her room. Please stay, please.” I’m practically begging. I really don’t want to be on my own tonight; I’ve had a bad day but he, the Bossman, makes it all feel so much more bearable, much better. He makes me feel good.
“James, I’m scared to be by myself – what if Lewis turns up again?” And I am, I’m absolutely petrified.
“I don’t think he was here to start with.” He strokes my cheek tenderly. “I had Roger sweep the hotel, no sign of him. He checked the CCTV. He may have been in the area but it’s unlikely he was in the hotel.”
“Are you sure? How did he know where I was, who I was eating with? You don’t know what he looks like. How do you know he wasn’t here?” Thoughts of Lewis hiding somewhere in the hotel play out in my mind. He must have been here, otherwise how would he have known I was with James and Anna at lunchtime?
He starts to move away from me. “Please don’t go, please,” I beg, on the verge of tears.
“We didn’t see anyone that looked like they didn’t fit in. Alex, look, blossom, I need to go. I have no clothes here, they’re all at my mate’s place, I need fresh clothes.” He’s firm.
Deep down, I know I’ll be okay here, my head’s telling me that I’ll be fine. I’m in the hotel, security have been told about Lewis, they’ll be keeping an eye out for him and I�
��m locked in a room, and if Lewis did get in, he doesn’t know which room I’m in! A quick reality check, yes, I know I’ll be just fine, I really will.
”Okay, okay,.” I being strong, I am going to get over my old life, I am going to move on, I have to and want to
He sits on the side of the bed and pulls me up towards him, holding my hands in his. “Why don’t you get dressed and you can wait for me in the foyer. You know Roger, I’ll let him know that you’re here on your own, he’ll keep you company if you want him to.” His tone remains firm.
I smile, and nod in acknowledgement but at the same time it occurs to me that maybe James is taking advantage of me. Does he see me as a quick lay, because I’m vulnerable? And who’s he going to see that means he can’t come back tonight?
“You promise you’re not using me, are you? I’m not just one of those other girls.” I find a sudden rush of confidence and look directly at him, looking into his eyes for any sign that he’s not being truthful. I don’t want him to go. For the first time in forever I feel wanted.
He sits beside me. “You know I haven’t seen anyone since before I met you Alex, and I wouldn’t, not now,” he shakes his head, “there won’t ever be anyone else Alex.”
“What if I said I wanted to come with you, insisted? What if I stamp my feet?” I smile playfully.
“Then I would have to put you over my knee and smack your bottom!” he says flatly, his face deadpan.
I stand and stamp my feet and look at him defiantly.
“Right, Alexandra!” he shouts playfully.
I scram and run to the other side of the room. Heaven knows what I look like, a forty-two-year-old naked woman with a few saggy bits running around a hotel bedroom being chased by a thirty-something hunk!
I run out of places to go and he catches up with me. Pulling me into his embrace, I snuggle into his shoulder. “Not going to smack your bum this time, Alexandra Drake, but do it again and I will, I swear,” he growls into the side of my neck. I feel so warm and safe with him.
I move from his shoulder and look directly up at him. He’s smiling. “You’re joking – right?” I ask.
“Nope, I really will smack your bum if you’re naughty again.” There’s no emotion in his face at all.
“Well, James Aconi, lover, toy boy, Bossman, The Great Aconi! I’ll just have to be naughty, won’t I?” I smile.
“Bossman?” he snaps, sort of laughing.
“Yup, good innit?” I laugh at my own impression of a teenager, innit being something that I regularly hear from Anna.
“Bossman?” he complains. “Boss. Man!”
“Like it?” I smile at him.
“No!” he says flatly.
“Oh, well you’d better get used to it!” I laugh.
I flounce to the bathroom and shower quickly using the hotel-supplied shampoo, conditioner and shower gel. It’s not bad, this stuff that I give away to my guests.
Once I’m clean and rinsed I dry off quickly and wrap a towel around me. I don’t have any toiletries or makeup so I can’t do much else. I walk back to the main room and see James sitting on the edge of the bed, flicking through the TV channels. He looks up at me.
“Do not call me Bossman!” he commands.
“Why?”
“Just don’t.” He stands and throws the TV remote on the bed.
I ignore him and start to dress in my discarded underwear, jeans and shirt. I run my fingers through my hair, I haven’t got a comb or brush, so I blast it quickly with the dryer that’s provided in the room. A good job my hair is dead straight and I never have to worry about bad hair days, otherwise I’d be in a mess.
By the time I’ve dried my hair, James is out of the shower and back beside me with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“So, Bossman,” I say, doing it deliberately now, to wind him up. He glares at me.
I smile sweetly. “How long are you going to be at your mate’s? Do you want to eat with me this evening or have you got other business you need to attend to?” I was going to cook at home but I guess that plan will have to be shelved.
He unwraps the towel from around those fine hips and starts to dress. “I hadn’t given it any thought, other than handing over to Robbie and coming over to yours, until this happened,” he muses.
I shrug. “I’m sorry. Well, I really don’t want to be on my own, Lewis freaked me out this afternoon. I don’t mind staying with Roger downstairs or if you come home with me, but I don’t want either me or Anna to be at home on our own.” I pause, looking at him. “Too scary. I need to know where Lewis is!” I say quietly. Half of what’s spewed from my mouth has been my thoughts, thinking aloud.
He places a hand on my shoulder, squeezing gently. “Understandable. You may as well stay here for the night, the room’s booked out anyway. I think Anna got you some toiletries and stuff.”
“Okay, as long as Action Man knows I’m here on my own and as long as he doesn’t mind me bothering him if I need to,” I say.
He laughs. “Action Man? Who the hell’s Action Man?”
“Oops, sorry, shouldn’t have said that.” I feel the need to explain. “Remember that very first day when I came to meet you; you weren’t very nice, were you? Well, Roger met me in reception, as you know, and I thought he looked like Action Man, he’s certainly shaped like one!”
James laughs hysterically, he’s practically rolling around.
Once he’s in control of himself we head down to the foyer and he hands me over to Roger’s care. Roger, Action Man, wouldn’t look out of place in a James Bond film and is still wearing that bloody ear piece. Is that just for show?
I ask one of the receptionists to ring up to Anna’s room and tell her that I’m down here if she wants to come down to me, then I find a seat on one of the comfortable sofas in the foyer. I sink into the soft leather and just watch the world go by.
Anna drops by and we eat in the bar. It’s soon close to ten and, despite napping this afternoon and not doing very much, apart from some great sex, I’m tired, very tired. I think Anna is done in too; we both head off to our rooms a little after 10.30 p.m. I tell Roger that I’m going up to my room. I have no idea where James is, I really thought he’d be back. When we arrive on the first floor and our rooms, I give my daughter a hug and tell her to be careful, not to open her door to anyone until she knows who it is. She reassures me that she’ll be fine and tells me to stop worrying.
Once I’m in my room I get ready for bed, use the bathroom and brush my teeth. I’ve just pulled the bed covers back when there’s a knock at the door, and my phone pings at the same time with a text. My heart pounds as I walk as quietly as I can to the door; using the spy hole I see that it’s one of the bell boys.
“Who is it?” I ask anyway.
“Sam sent me up, Mrs Drake. I’ve a delivery for you.” I hear the muffled voice through the door.
“Okay, give me a second.” I pull on the white robe before opening up. I stand to face one of the young bell boys with a small white box, which he hands to me.
“Thank you,” glancing at his name badge, I add, “Matt.”
“You’re welcome, Mrs Drake, sleep well.” And he’s gone.
I perch on the edge of my bed and open the small box. It’s just like the boxes that special chocolates come in. Inside I find pale pink tissue paper and a little note.
They’re really very good for you!
XX
Unwrapping the tissue I find half a dozen chocolate-covered strawberries, big ones. What is it with him and strawberries! I’ve just brushed my teeth, but so what, I sit and devour the juicy fruits whilst checking my phone. There’s a text from James.
Sorry, got delayed. C U 2morrow. Hve spoken to Roger.
Sleep well. J XX
I smile as I slip between the crisp white sheets. I feel eighteen all over again!
Chapter 9
I wake at 8am, late for me, very late – proof that I was exhausted from a terrible and highly emotional day yes
terday. Well, mostly terrible. I am aware of the ache between my legs, which reminds me that some parts were exquisite!
Anna got me some cosmetics and toiletries and I have some fresh clothes, albeit the ones that I bought new yesterday. Katie arrives today, late morning. Following a change of plan, we’ve arranged with James for him to collect her, he doesn’t know what she looks like and she doesn’t know him either so Anna has told Katie to look out for the white Audi R8 and given her a description of the car, including the registration number. We just have to hope that they find each other!
I drag myself out of bed and into the shower. Once I dry I look through my purchases and find a simple black dress suitable for today. I also wear my new sexy underwear. I don’t plan on doing much and hope to get home at some point. James has the weekend off and I’m really looking forward to some quality time with him.
I ring through to Anna’s room and find that, like me, she has only just woken.
“Shall we meet for breakfast?” I ask.
I hear her yawning. “Sure, what time is it, Mum?”
“Can you be ready for nine? Come down to the restaurant. I’ll go down now, okay? Meet you there?”
“Yeah, Mum, whatever. Is this room booked out for me and Katie?” she asks.
“It’s all sorted, don’t worry.”
I hang up and finish getting myself ready for what I would like to be a relaxing day. I haven’t seen James yet. He didn’t come back last night, instead texting me to say that he’d got delayed at his friend’s and of course I got the strawberries. I can’t help but wonder what it is with the strawberries, are they a favourite of his?
I leave my room and make my way to the lift. It’s only one floor but I don’t feel like walking. The ding signals that I have reached the ground floor and I walk briskly through to the restaurant, taking in the surroundings of my hotel, the hustle and bustle and comings and goings, it’s busy.
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