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never enough time to adjust to the time difference.
I wasn t surprised to find that James had left, though I was strangely disappointed.
Since there were no longer any lingering effects of alcohol buzzing through my system, I knew I had a
problem. I was starting to like that kinky rich bastard.
I went directly into the shower, pinning my hair up and keeping it carefully dry. There was no way I d
have time to dry it if I washed it.
I threw my shift back on my slightly damp skin, planning to wear it until it was time to change into work
clothes. I was so used to sharing adjoining rooms with Stephan that it was just second nature for me to
stay at least partially decent while I got ready.
My bathroom door was slightly ajar, so when my hotel room door clicked open and then closed, I froze
in alarm. I peaked out of the door, both surprised and relieved to see that it was James.
He joined me in the bathroom without asking. Even Stephan wasn t so familiar with me, so it caught me
off guard that he would join me so casually in the bathroom right after I d showered.
He handed me a cup of coffee and two white tablets. He set two bottles of water on the counter.
The pills are for the hangover, he told me. And the water will help. You re dehydrated.
I took the pills, downing most of the first bottle in the process. A long drink of the coffee and I felt
nearly human again.
I saw that he had changed his clothes. He was back in a suit, looking fresh and well rested.
You went back to your place? I knew little about him, but I did know that he lived primarily in New
York. My eyes were on his impeccable suit. It was a soft gray, his shirt and tie blue today. I d never
gotten a chance to get a good look at him without his clothes on. Dammit.
As I looked at him, my eyes moved up to his in the mirror. We were both facing it, and his lovely
turquoise eyes were glued to my body with an intensity that made my eyes follow his.
My thin shift, combined with my slightly damp skin, had, not surprisingly, made my nightgown
transparent. I might as well be naked, I thought, a little stunned.
And he was drinking in the sight of me hungrily, as though he d never seen anything so appetizing in his
life. It was an intoxicating feeling, to put that look in his eyes.
He stepped in directly behind me, his eyes steadily on my chest. My breasts felt heavy and I wanted him
to touch them so badly.
I unconsciously arched my back a little, my shoulders going back, my chest forward, my nipples clearly
visible as they rubbed against the thin fabric of my shift. They were pebbled to hardness, and tightened
even more as I watched them.
I don t want to make you late for work, he murmured. But I need to do something.
He pressed up against my back, his arousal hard and heavy against my tailbone. His hands covered my
breasts, finally, and I moaned, arching back. He kneaded them firmly and my eyes fell closed.
Look at me, he snapped, and I obeyed automatically, meeting his intense eyes in the mirror.
I like this nightgown, he said almost absently, as he continued to touch me. Spread your legs more,
he told me, and they just shifted apart, as though my body and his mouth had some sort of agreement that I
wasn t yet privy to.
One hand stayed kneading my breast, and plucking at my nipple just perfectly while the other ran along
my ribs, down my abdomen, and straight between my legs.
They started to shut instinctively against the invasion.
Open wider, he ordered, and they just did. I want to pleasure every inch of you, but for the moment,
I m just going to make you come. I just need to touch you. Lay your head back against my shoulder.
He quickly found and rubbed my clitoris with his thumb while his index and middle finger played at my
entrance almost teasingly.
He sucked in a breath as he felt me. God, a fucking wet virgin. You are too much, Bianca.
He pushed one finger into me slowly, and groaned. The fit was excruciatingly tight. I masturbated
sometimes with my own fingers, but his were just so much bigger and rougher, and more talented. He
knew how to touch me with far more skill than I knew how to touch myself. The thought was a little
daunting, but my mind quickly wandered back to the sensations at hand.
He worked his finger all the way in and began to stroke, his finger seeking out just the right spot inside
of me. His thumb never stopped circling my clit, and his other hand still kneaded my tender breast with
consummate skill. He was a hell of a multi-tasker.
As he stroked, his arousal brushed against my back with increasing pressure. He slipped a second
finger in and I felt impossibly full. I cried out, grinding against him.
He stopped suddenly. Ask me for it, he ordered, and I didn t mistake his meaning.
Please. I didn t hesitate.
Say, please, Mr. Cavendish, make me come.
Please, Mr. Cavendish, make me come.
He pinched my nipple hard as he stroked that perfect spot harder. I came in seconds, before I even
really knew it was happening.
I hadn t realized that an orgasm could be like that, erupting so swiftly. Or so powerfully. I felt like I
may have lost myself for a moment.
We were both panting heavily as I came back to myself. He caught my gaze in the mirror as he shifted
his fingers out of me. I watched, absolutely mesmerized, as he raised them to his mouth and licked them
clean.
When he finished, he grabbed my chin and turned my head to his for a deep kiss. You are the most
perfect fucking thing I ve ever seen in my life, he murmured against my mouth.
I tried to reach for his still heavy arousal. He caught my hand, knowing where it was headed. There s
no time. Get dressed. He sounded almost angry now.
He was apparently frustrated and moody about it.
I got dressed in record time, in my little dress suit that was designed to look like a mock man s suit, little
tie and all.
James watched me the entire time, not giving me a second of privacy. I was in too much of a hurry to
worry about it.
That is the hottest fucking flight attendant uniform I ve ever seen. That thing should be illegal. I m
going to do some illegal things to you with that little tease of a tie, he said, his tone serious. I just
laughed.
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