Chapter 22
22
LINCOLN
“Wow, that was delicious. I am ordering from them again.” Violet licks the remnants of her chili prawn kebabs off her fingertips. Turns out she likes them extra hot and super spicy.
Just like her.
“So good.” I pat my stomach. “You will have to roll me to bed.”
“You decided you’re staying over, then?”
“I figured I would drive back to my hotel tomorrow morning, shower, and change there, and I will meet you at the gym.”
“Are you sure you don’t have anything else to do? Do you seriously want to help out? I’m not pushing you away or anything.” She prevents me from saying anything with the flash of her palms in a stop gesture. “But you only have a few weeks left here. Are you sure you want to spend it in a gym with me bossing you around?”
“Yes, I want to. I have nothing else to do. I’m just marching time at the moment and it means I get to see you. If you have nothing for me to do, though, I can always be your personal assistant. I don’t mind fetching coffee. I’ve made beds, helped in the spa, assembled gym equipment, and worked in every part of the hotel, oh and the restaurant.”
“What was your least favorite job?”
“Oh, that’s easy. Reception. I can only speak two languages and one of those is English, but we have guests from all over the world. Speaking at least two or three additional languages is a requirement for the job, so all of our concierges and receptionists speak at least ten different languages between them. I should make learning a new language my new goal.” I dip my finger into Violet’s chili sauce and have a taste. It catches in my throat, making me cough. Holy shit, that is hot. I take a sip of my ice-cold water, then ask her the same question. “What about you? If you would work in any department or function of your dad’s business, what would you do?” My mouth is on fire.
“That’s easy for me to answer, too. My father invested in a cosmetic company years ago, but he’s never grown the business. It has so much potential.” Her whole face lights up. “It’s manufactured, distributed, and sold in the UK. You may have heard of it, Nkd by Nature?”
I shake my head.
“Never mind.” She moves on. “But the packaging is on point, as are the formulas. It’s vegan-friendly, not tested on animals. It ticks all the boxes.” She becomes more animated as she continues. “I would love to get my hands on it. It needs a rebrand to appeal to a younger target market. He’s often talked about launching it globally, but he never has.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“It would be. But I can only dream. Also, a project like that means more work, which means less time off, and I already work lots of overtime. You’ll see what I mean over the next few weeks. I will apologize right now for the amount of time I work. But I promise I will also make time for you, too.” She sighs. “I think you’re right about me needing a vacation.”
She pops her last extra-spicy prawn into her mouth. “So, the first day tomorrow as a volunteer ?” she mumbles around her food.
“I was never working for the money, Violet.”
“Treading water, I know, you said.” She smiles cheekily. “Weirdo.”
“I can’t wait to work with you. Do you wear skirts and dresses to work, even when you’re on site?” I slide my dinner plate onto the white coffee table.
“Every day, as I bounce between the office, meetings, and numerous premises.”
“Got any more of those zipper dresses, like last night?” I wink suggestively.
A confetti of laughter leaves her chest. “That won’t happen at work. You are so naughty, Lincoln Black.”
I test her after the mention of my surname. “Do you know if we did get married, you would become Violet Black?”
She looks at me innocently. “Oh yeah, I never thought about that.” Her cheeks grow pink. “What a stupid name. I would sound like a paint swatch chart. Just as well, that’s never going to happen.” Her voice sounds strained. “Let’s clean up.”
That tells me everything I need to know. She likes me. More than she wants to openly admit.
I pull the plate she is holding out of her hands and lay it on the table beside mine.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to kiss you.”
She pulls herself onto her knees and instructs me to lie back on the sofa. “Nope. Me first.”
She’s always eager to please and moves faster than a panther .
Christ, this woman is going to destroy my dick.
Going from no sex for months to this, I’m struggling to keep up with her, but she’s always horny as shit. Although I’m not going to fill out a customer complaint slip anytime soon.
Wasting no time, she pulls my dick free from my easy-access elastic sweatpants and licks me from shaft to tip. I hiss at her getting-straight-to-it tactic as blood pumps into my cock, making me hard in an instant.
“Oh fuck, Violet.”
She pulls my pants down to my ankles to position herself better.
It feels incredible when she covers her plump lips over my crown; she runs her tongue around it, making pre-cum leak from my tip. Moving her hand up and down my now achingly hard cock, she’s making a tunnel for me to fuck, and I grow thicker and, harder for her, and when she sucks me deep into her mouth, I almost come there and then.
Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks me harder. “Oh yeah, keep doing th—” Uh-oh, that doesn’t feel so nice anymore. A stinging sensation pierces hot barbs in my skin.
A blaze hotter than the sun heats my dick, and it’s getting hotter.
What the hell?
I reach down to stop her sucking me, but she takes this as a sign to suck me harder.
“ Oh, my God ,” I roar when the heat kicks up a notch, and it feels like someone has poured molten lava over my cock. “Stop, fucking stop.”
In the distance, I can hear Pom-pom barking his head off.
“Get off,” I bellow.
She finally pulls back, and I reach for my dick and pull my knees to my chest. I can’t fucking think straight or breathe .
“What did I do wrong? Did I hurt you?” She’s shouting over my loud moans.
“My fucking dick is on fire.” I clench my eyes shut.
The dog continues to bark.
I’m wailing like a banshee now and my cock is getting hotter by the second. I feel like I might pass out.
“Motherfucker.” I continue to roll around. I want to get up, but I’m in excruciating pain.
“What do you mean… Oh my God. I ate chili,” she exclaims. “It’s in my mouth and on my hands. It was extra hot,” she shrills.
“And now it’s on my dick. I need ice.” I leap up, fall over, forgetting my pants are around my ankles, and smack my head on the edge of the white gloss coffee table. I hear Violet scream, and that’s the last thing I remember.