Chapter 9

Chapter 9

A Holiday Bang

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I woke to a heavy weight sprawled across my chest. My training kicked into high gear as I took a moment to assess the situation, while pretending to be asleep.

The scent of sex, whiskey, and the subtle hint of lavender paired with pine trees filled my nose. Visions of the hours I'd spent fucking Holly last night cascaded through my mind in lavish, fluid technicolor. I lifted my hand and found Holly's lower back, and then her bare bottom. I smiled without even trying as I opened my eyes, allowing them to adjust to the slip of daylight peeking through the space in the curtains. Her glorious hair was fanned across my chest and fell like golden waterfalls over the sides of my ribs. Little puffs of air spilled from her lips as she exhaled, still asleep.

She was so damn beautiful. Strikingly so.

But none of that shocked me. What was blowing my mind, and making my toes curl and my balls ache, was what was happening down under.

I was hard.

Painfully so.

And I was still inside her.

The insatiable fucking got so out of hand last night, we both fell asleep with my dick still in her.

I grinned at the insanity of that thought. It sure as hell had never happened to me before. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd slept next to a woman the entire night let alone fallen completely asleep while still connected physically. Usually, sex was a pleasurable transaction with a woman I met while in a strange city on a job. A hookup for lack of a better term.

Holly, on the other hand, was no hookup. Technically, she was a client, or more accurately, contracted to a client. Did that make it better or worse? Fuck if I knew. The only thing I did know, right in that moment, was that she was the best sex of my life. And I've had a lot of sex. In my line of business, personal connection and physical touch don't often come together. With Holly, everything was different. Better.

My carnal, nearly animalistic side came out in full force last night. Moreover, so did hers. That woman was no prey. She participated in the hunt for pleasure just as avidly as I did. The two of us feeding off one another. And to hell with stopping that train once it left the station. I was ravenous in my pursuit of every moan, groan, and cry for God. By the end of the night, I wasn't sure if I was God, Bruno, or just Oh. All I knew was that I couldn't stop. Didn't want to, either. Every time I looked into her eyes, kissed her lips, tasted that sweet nectar between her thighs, or so much as spied a new freckle I hadn't noticed previously, my dick went hard.

It was absolutely unheard-of behavior for me. Picture snaps of different things we experienced last night claimed my mind like a sexy movie reel.

Holly laughed. My dick went hard.

Holly sighed. My dick went hard.

Holly begged for more. My dick went hard.

Holly breathed …my dick went hard.

Before I knew what was happening, my hips were pistoning up as I pressed Holly's ass down, piercing her as deeply as possible in one go. She woke on a throaty moan, her body working along with mine as I fucked her fully awake. She curved her spine forward, squeezed her thighs, and clamped those wicked tight muscles around my length in a vise grip, unlike any other.

With both of her hands pressed on each side of my body she pushed her upper half up, and arched her body back, her tits bouncing into place, nipples erect and pointed to the sky.

"God what a wake-up call," she breathed, her hands leisurely flowing into her hair and holding it up messily as she rode my cock with greater purpose. I gripped her hips and pumped up every time she came down.

"Fuck yes!" she swore, picking up her pace, her tits bouncing enticingly.

"Get there, Holly," I gritted through clenched teeth, then glided a thumb over her wet bundle of nerves and spun circles around it.

I watched with lurid fascination as my cock split and stretched those pretty pink lower lips wide, our combined arousal from last night and today coating her path in a vulgar graphic display that I'd be fantasizing about for months, if not years. The slippery wet, squelching sounds our bodies made with each upward drive had me out of my mind with lust.

"You. Are. So. Damn. Hot. I never want to stop fucking you!" I roared, using my abdominal muscles to spear up as she bore down. The moment her soft blonde curls crashed to meet my dark ones, her body clamped around the base of my cock, and I lost it.

Together we fell over the ledge straight into an ocean of endless pleasure.

For at least ten minutes, we lay there silently, her once again sprawled across my chest, both content to live within our own thoughts as we came down from the high. Once I felt I had my libido in check, I cupped her bottom, giving her a little jiggle.

"You dead?" I asked.

"Yep," she popped out a puff of air as she enunciated the ‘p' in the word.

I glanced over at the wall clock across from the bed. "You have to be in the beauty chair by ten a.m."

"Mmm hmm. Thanks for the reminder." She yawned and then hissed as my cock finally went soft and slipped from her body. "Five more minutes," she sighed and snuggled my chest like a baby kitten. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.

Damn, I could get used to this .

The thought lasted a whole two seconds before the titanium emotional wall I had built between me and my feelings slammed down, breaking the connection, and I let my arms drop to my sides.

"You sure? It's 9:25 now…"

That caught her attention.

Within half a breath she'd jumped up and out of bed. I barely registered her naked ass swaying before it disappeared through the door, likely headed to her own room. The sound of a shower starting sealed the deal.

It didn't take me long to get ready for the day. I showered, dressed in my preferred all-black suit and black accessories, including my double gun shoulder harness, and was ready to go within fifteen minutes. My hair was still wet as I made coffee. I could hear Holly running around her room talking to herself.

"How do you like your coffee?" I called out.

"Black is fine!" she responded.

Me too.

By the time the coffee was brewed and poured into the to-go paper cups with lids the hotel so helpfully supplied, she was exiting her room. She wore a men's button-up, white sleeveless shirt, with a black bra that showed entirely through the thin fabric, not to mention the front only had one button fastened. I didn't like seeing another man's shirt flirt along her bare skin so casually, as if it was a perfectly normal day for her.

Did it once belong to an ex-boyfriend?

I made a mental note to find out her dating history. Maybe Jonas could pull some additional information.

Stand down, Bruno , I suddenly reminded myself.

This was not my woman. She could wear what she wanted. Besides, doing a deeper dive than what the client wants, expects, and has paid for, is a blatant misuse of our talents, not to mention treading a little too close to ethical boundaries. I didn't need to know who she'd been with romantically in order to guard her body or fuck her into next week.

The frustrating thing was I wanted to know.

Desperately.

I coughed and attempted to clear my throat at the sight of all that succulent Holly flesh. Under the dress shirt she wore a body-hugging miniskirt showing off her mile-long legs. On her feet, she wore thin, black, flip-flops.

I pushed the personal thoughts away and focused on the problem in front of me, including our lack of time to talk over what happened between us and how we were going to move forward.

"We've got five minutes to get you up to Alana's office for your beauty appointment and subsequent date with Mr. Hollywood."

Her eyes lit up at the mention of the actor she was to accompany tonight. Part of me loathed and loved that fact. Loathed because I didn't want her being excited to date someone else, and loved because the sooner we had some separation from one another, the better. Which made me think about handing over her protection to another one of my men. As soon as that idea hit, I dismissed it entirely. There wasn't anyone else besides Jonas that I'd trust to protect her. Which created a whole new problem. I fucking liked the woman. More than I should.

"I'm ready when you are." She sipped her coffee and hummed.

That hum reminded me of when her lips were wrapped tightly around my cock, and I was fucking her throat. She took me so deep…

"Fuck me," I grumbled underneath my breath and rubbed at my temples with thumb and forefinger.

"What was that?" she asked, pulling her purse up over her shoulder as I abruptly turned around and headed toward the door.

"Nothing. Let's go."

She flip-flopped after me, her shoes smacking noisily on the tile. "Should we, uh, maybe talk about last night? I don't think Alana would be upset if we were maybe ten minutes late."

I stooped at the door. "There's really nothing to say…"

Her head jerked back. "Really? Nothing? I think a dozen orgasms between us warrants at least a little bit of conversation, wouldn't you agree?" She smiled playfully then nudged my shoulder.

I inhaled fully and let it out slowly, feeling much like an irritated dragon that would much rather use fire to burn the entire world down than have this conversation.

"We had sex." Unbelievable sex, but I left that part out, trying not to encourage her. This type of conversation was often difficult at best, and in my experience, letting someone down the day after sex could also be brutal. Always best to cut the cord before anyone got hurt, is what Jonas recommended.

"We had a lot of sex, Bruno. A lot, a lot, a lot of sex, buddy," she crossed her arms over one another and waited for me to speak.

She could wait all day. Whoever starts the argument loses. Period.

"I just want to make sure we're cool. It was good. But that's all it was," she shared, her voice becoming gentle.

"Good?"

She grinned, her entire face lighting up as her cheeks bloomed a rosy hue. "Okay, phenomenal. I haven't been bedded like that in…well, ever. You are seriously amazing, Bruno. Who knew you had it in you?" She patted my chest in a placating manner I didn't quite understand.

I frowned, not having any idea where this conversation was now going. I'd expected her to be clingy and needy today, but what I was getting wasn't that. Not even in the same hemisphere.

"What are you trying to say, Holly?"

"You know…well…" She licked her lips and bit into the bottom one, her gaze jumping from place to place. Everywhere but my eyes. "You're about to be on a date with me and another guy. Are you going to be okay with that?"

I snorted. "Am I going to be okay? Are you being serious right now?"

Her eyes bugged out to the size of dinner plates. "Um, yeah. I just want to make sure to reiterate what we agreed on last night. No strings attached. Just sex. Because I'm in this for real. I need to get chosen. What I don't need is another man getting in the way of what I'm trying to do to start my future."

I burst out laughing. "Un-fucking-believable. You are one of a kind, lady. Usually, I'm the one that has to have this conversation with the women I fuck, and here you are…what? Letting me down easy." I shook my head. "For fuck's sake. Let's go." I waved her to follow. "You're going to be late." And on that note, I turned around and left our hotel room, her shoes flip-flapping along as she brought up the rear. We passed my men on the way to the elevator. I made sure to give them each eye contact and a nod of my head in greeting and respect.

That did not, however, take away from my thoughts about what Holly said back in our room.

The nerve. Letting me down easy. Please. Now I had a point to prove.

The only thing that would be going down was her, to her fucking knees in an airplane bathroom. Maybe while her pretty boy actor was pouring champagne, waiting for her, she'd be swallowing my cock like she did so perfectly last night.

An evil smile adorned my lips as I stared at my reflection in the elevator's mirrored doors.

"What has you smiling like that?"

"How are you on airplanes?"