2. Be a Good Boy
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BE A GOOD BOY
ANNA
M y lips parted hearing his filthy words, my thighs clenching at his deep, rumbling voice. No one had ever spoken to me that way in forty-one years of my life.
He was hot as hell, and he knew it. His suit looked expensive, his white shirt ironed perfectly as it fit him like a second skin. His slacks were silk and his shoes… made him look young.
And even though his tall, lean body was made for the suit, he didn’t seem like he ever wore suits. With the piercings and tattoos, I could guess he looked better in a leather jacket. His shiny long locks made him look like a hot, rebellious rockstar that had pestered me for my number when I was young.
What the hell are you thinking, Anna?
“I…”
“Stop overthinking.” He leaned on the railing, his tattoos peeking out from under the unbuttoned shirt. He was hot and young. With piercings in his eyebrow, lip, and tongue. I wanted to know where else?—
No, Anna. It’s your son’s bachelor party.
I opened my mouth to reject his offer, but my stomach growled. Loudly . I covered my stomach and hoped he didn’t hear it.
“You haven’t eaten yet?” he asked, surprised. “You know it’s a free banquet.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I know.” I paid for it .
“Wait,” he opened his suit jacket, and I might or might not have stared at the way his shirt stretched over his muscles. I noticed tattoos hidden underneath the sleeves of his shirt. I wanted to see more of his tattoos and piercings.
He pulled out two small chocolate candies and offered them to me. “Eat this.”
I was hungry, and I knew I’d be swamped with some or the other work, handling the guests and making sure everything was perfect. I wouldn’t have time to sit down and eat, so I took one chocolate, thanking him. He ate the other one, licking his lips.
It was delicious and seeing his intense dark eyes on my lips made me self-conscious.
“I’m sorry, but I have… a lot to do right now,” I told him, even though my body rebelled against my brain. I knew it’d be great to sleep with him, but…
“It’s okay, pretty.” He clenched his jaw, clearly disappointed. “Don’t sweat it.”
“Anna!” My sister called me from the window glass. “Aunt needs her dentures. Do you know where they are?”
“Thanks for the chocolate, Caleb.” I eyed his lips and the piercings for the last time. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Can I have your number?” Caleb asked, raising his brow.
I blinked staring at him.
I wordlessly gave him my phone. His fingers were long, donned with silver rings and seeing his pretty hands type his number, I knew I’d regret the choice of not going along with him the next morning. He gave himself a miscall and I saw him type my name, saving it as a contact in his phone, making me swallow.
He was stubborn.
“If you want to have a good time, you know where to find me.” He winked at me, handing me back my phone.
When I walked back to the rehearsal hall, I stumbled on my heels after hearing his words.
Good time . I knew he’d give me more than a good time and how badly I craved it. I could just tell Katie, my sister, where aunt’s dentures were and disappear for a couple of hours.
But . I couldn’t. I had a lot to do. Aaron and his friends were going to another club, so I hugged him goodbye and settled everything with the event manager.
Felix, as usual, was nowhere to be found. When I called him, he told me his room wasn’t a suite and gave me excuses how it had a bad odor, and he wouldn’t be able to sleep and would have a headache the next morning.
“Please An,” he said on the call, “you know how I get when I don’t get enough sleep.”
“Of course, I do.” I gritted my teeth, remembering how he used to sleep in a different room when Alice, our daughter, was born. “Since you are staying in a suite, you are looking after Alice.”
“But how can I babysit her if I might go to?—”
“Did you just call looking after our daughter as babysitting?” I glared at the floor, thinking about how he was late when I went into labor. All the dirty dishes, never changing the diapers, staying up when she cried, or doing any of the housework when I started my Pilates studio again.
“I have to call the wedding planner.” I ended the call angrily.
Couldn’t he call the hotel reception and move on his own? I wondered why it took so many years for me to divorce him.
“I have to go change the room with Felix. Can you please look after the aunt?” I said to Katie, disappointed to ask someone else to help me. I massaged my temple feeling strange.
“Of course, An. We have nothing else to do. Aaron’s friends invited me to the club, but I feel like I’m too old to join them at a men’s strip club.”
I chuckled, agreeing with her before calling the hotel receptionist and asking them to switch my suite with Felix. I thanked them and went to the room where Felix was staying before glaring at the nice interior, spacious bed, and clean bathroom. There was no odor.
Asshole .
My heels were hurting, but I needed to talk to Felix before I called it a night. My head was feeling heavy, and I should order room service and eat something, but I needed to talk. I opened the room door and found a familiar handsome face in the hallway, leaning on the wall, massaging his temples.
“Caleb?” I asked, my voice low. “Are you lost?”
He looked up, relief washing over his face. “I couldn’t find my keys…” His pupils were dilated. “But thank fuck, I found you.”
Most of the guests were staying at the hotel so of course, Caleb would stay at the hotel as well. I don’t know why, but I found it extremely hot that his room was just across from mine.
I frowned at the thought and found him looking at my room, and he asked, “Is this your room, ma’am?”
“Y-yeah.”
“ Good .” He pulled me inside and closed the door behind him. I raised my eyebrow at him, but I didn’t push him away. It felt nice having his big, warm hands on my arms. This close, I could smell the hint of sexy cologne?—
Sexy?
“What happened?”
He pursed his lips and kneeled, making my legs wobbly. “You’re stumbling. Let’s remove these for now.”
For now?
“Yes,” I agreed, my eyes feeling heavy. I didn’t care that I had a young man in my hotel room even though I didn’t know his last name.
I licked my lips, seeing his hands being gentle with the straps of my high heels and removing the shoes. He was taller than me, and even though he was kneeling, his face reached my stomach, making me feel self-conscious. When he looked up at me from below, my heart pounded in my ears.
Is it just me or does the hotel room felt hot all of a sudden?
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, still on his knees.
“What are you apologizing for?” My voice was getting breathier. Why do I feel so warm and tingly? I felt like my skin was getting sensitive by seconds and having his handsome face inches away from my?—
“I made a mistake.” His eyes dropped and voice was darker. “What I gave you wasn’t chocolate.”
“Hm?”
Why does he have soft, shiny, thick hair? I wanted to touch it. Caress it. Tug it when?—
“It was an aphrodisiac.”
“Huh?” I blinked at him.
“We ate aphrodisiac. By mistake.”
I stared at him, dumbfounded. He stood up and when I tried to take a step back, my legs trembled, losing my balance. I was going to fall backwards.
But his strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me to his chiseled chest. I felt something hard and cold underneath his shirt, right over his chest.
“Anna, are you okay?” He asked, his voice so close to my ears, his warm breath brushing over my cheek. He smelled so good. And he felt so muscly?—
“Is that hook-up still on the table?” I whispered, staring at his lips. The silver metal hoop glinting on the corner of his lips. My thighs clenched, wanting to kiss and tease it. Taste it. Taste him.
Caleb swallowed. My gaze drifted to his Adam's apple as it bobbed up and down.
I wanted to lean in and kiss it, suck on it, give him a hickey.
So, I did just that. Scrunching my hands on his suit, I licked his warm skin. He made a low, hoarse sound from his throat. I lowered my hand over his back and raked my nails over his shirt. My lips wrapped around the soft skin of his neck as I sucked.
“Fuck, Anna,” he moaned.
I pulled back, seeing the red lipstick smudge on his shirt and neck.
“We shouldn’t, we are not…” he started, watching me lick my lips.
“With these piercings and tattoos, I assume you are above eighteen, right?”
He cleared his throat, as if trying to get rid of the hot fog burning our heads. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.” I nodded. I slid my hand lower and squeezed his ass, my nails digging into the muscle as he hissed, biting his lip. “Then be a good boy for me and show me what my pretty cunt is missing out on, yeah?”