Chapter 10
Ellinor
Starfishing out in my bed and groaning, I startle when my hand and leg run into something warm.
Fuck, I forgot I brought home Spanish, cowboy quarterback last night. I don’t know how because the sex was mind-blowing.?
1”Good morning, Mi Amor. Are you sore? Can I run you a bath? You passed out last night with my head between those creamy thighs.”
My thighs are clenching just from the reminder of last night. It can’t be any later than seven in the morning, and he’s trying to have a full-on conversation with me. I look over at him like he’s grown another head.
“You aren’t supposed to still be here,” I tell him, yawning and stretching my arms over my head.
“We left the southern hospitality in Texas, didn’t we?” This man looks like he could kick your ass and not break a sweat, but then he opens his mouth and he’s just a sweetheart. Plus he’s got that southern drawl and can switch to speaking Spanish too. I groan, which he probably thinks is from me being tired, but it’s really from him just being a walking god.
How can I be mean to that?
“Yes, you’re in Vegas now. Get used to it, Big Boy. Now come on, out.” I shove at him. He slides up off the bed and what am I faced with? The best ass I’ve seen on any man. Lord have mercy, what is this man’s leg day? He must notice I’m staring based on the smirk that’s on his face while looking over his shoulder.
“You like what you see?” Throwing my words back at me again from last night. I think I’ve created a monster.
He turns around, proud as hell, showing off that beautiful cock. And now that he’s mentioned it, I am sore from last night, but in all the right spots. The kind that will have me blushing while working from remembering all the filthy shit we did last night.
“Come on, let’s get you in the bath.” He picks me up with ease and carries me across the hall to the bathroom. Hopefully Blair is in her room or stayed somewhere else, or she’s going to be getting a free show.
Sitting me down on the toilet, he turns and starts the water, testing it and throwing in my bubble bath. It’s my favorite scent. Expensive as shit but so worth it, and surprisingly doesn’t give me a UTI. The bathroom fills with its summertime scent. Once the tub is filled, he picks me up again and sits me in the tub.
Sighing and sinking further into the bubbles, I say, “You didn’t have to do this. I can take care of myself.”
“I don’t mind. I figured you would be sore after all the fun we had last night.” He blushes. Blushes, like he wasn’t the one slinging that monster cock around with pure filth spewing out of his mouth mere hours ago.
“Don’t be shy with me now, Nash,” I say, staring at his still naked form just sitting on the toilet. “But for real, that was only a one night thing. I don’t do any kind of commitment.”
“So I can’t take you out to dinner?” he asks, looking like I just punched his eighty-year-old grandma in the face.
I just shrug. I shouldn’t be fighting back a smile. He drew this bath, carried me in here, and now he’s wanting to see me again? He gets up and walks back to my room before returning a couple of seconds later with his phone, handing it to me with a new contact spot pulled up.
I could add a fake number like I did to that last football fuck that was in my bar, but this one is a cute pup. I put my number in, saving it under “Mi Amor.” Okay, sue me, I like the nickname. Whatever it means.
I hand it back, and he’s looking at me like he wants another bite out of me but walks back out of the bathroom.
He startles me again for the second time this morning. Nash walks into the bathroom, dressed in the same clothes he had on at the club. He’s still looking absolutely edible—wonder what the odds are he’ll dick me down one more time this morning.
“I’m going to head out, Mi Amor.” He looks uncertain.
“Come here,” I say, reaching out for his hand. I sit up and pull him down to my lips by the back of his neck, placing a sweet kiss on him. I don’t think he expected that, but I’m hoping the kiss relays how thankful I am for all those orgasms last night.
“Thank you for showing me a good time when I had expectations that were set in hell,” I tell him, pulling away with a smile on my face.
“Anytime. I’m going to text you about dinner one night this week,” he responds while turning and walking out of the bathroom. I hear the front door shut. I let out a breath.
That was a wild night.
I need to get out and start working on my business management homework. It’s due today.
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