Chapter 10
Cameron
“Ihung up the towel you left on the bathroom floor.” Juli’s back in the bedroom, a fluffy white robe she found somewhere in the suite hiding away her gorgeous body. As much as I want to peel it off her, I need a break. She needs a break. We need a break.
Brows creased, she looks at me and wonders, “Why?”
“So you can use it again the next time you shower.”
Her eyes stare in my direction, unblinking. “I don’t do that.”
It’s my turn to be confused. “Don’t do what?”
“Use a towel a second time.”
I take a seat on the plush comforter, securing the knot around my waist. “Because there are plenty of extras in the hotel?” Why else would there be a reason not to use a towel for a second time? Perhaps more than twice.
“Not just here.” Amazement dances in her brown orbs.
“Wait. Is this one of those conversations we’re having in which we don’t know what the other is talking about and we continue to talk in circles?”
“I’m not sure. Is it?” She sets her phone on the bed, her body turning toward me, flashing a quick peek at her bare mound as her legs twist beneath her.
“At home you don’t use a towel a second time?”
“Ew, gross. No. Why would I do that?”
“Because if you hang it up to dry, it’s clean for the next time.”
“No. What if you don’t remember what side you used to dry your ass and then it becomes the side you use to dry your face the next time?”
I can’t stop the chuckle barreling out. Though when her head tilts in astonishment, I cut it off. “But does it matter? Either way, you’re clean. And unless you have other people living with you, it’s only you using the towel.”
To confirm, she says, “Only me. Because in no way would I ever share a towel with someone else.”
Mind blown.
“Never?”
“No.”
“Not someone in your family? Your mom? Dad? Boyfriend?”
“Not even then.”
Bewildered, I slump back against the headboard. “I can’t understand why.”
“I already explained it. Besides, maybe it’s not for you to understand. Is it bothering you?”
Girl has a point.
“You must have to do so many loads of towels. How many do you own?”
Her face flushes a bright red. It’s not me who’s ever questioned her.
“I have the space for all of them, so again, why does it matter?”
It doesn’t. But the part of me wanting to know her on a deeper level—more intimate than our sexual encounters afforded us—needs the answer.
“I own five towels for my showers and about a dozen for the pool and the beach. What about you?”
“Why five? Who owns an odd number of towels? They come in pairs.” Though she’s the one who’s judging me, her nose scrunches up.
“One met its demise in a freak plumbing accident.” She opens her mouth for more, but I shush her with my finger on her mouth. “If you think I’m giving up more to that story, you’re wrong. At least not until I know how many shower towels you own.”
When she gives her answer, she’s going to be disappointed. That story is staying locked in a vault, and not even Juli Langley is going to free it.
She stays quiet for a short while, her fingers twirling in the bottom of her damp, loose tendrils.
“Is it more than ten?” I prompt.
“Yep.” Her hand covers her mouth, as if she didn’t mean to give away that piece of information.
“Over twenty?”
Her fingers still covering her mouth, she shakes her head slowly, though the truth wins out when she quickly starts nodding. I rub my hands together, thinking of ways to get the real number out of her.
A brilliant idea hits. “How long could you go without washing towels if you take one shower a day?”
“A long time. I’d say at least a month.” Again, the way she so nonchalantly gives the information is a surprise to her. “Damn.” A lift of her right shoulder. “Well, now you know my secret.”
“You own over thirty towels for bathing. That seems excessive.”
“It’s become a weird joke in my family. I get at least four new ones every Christmas. I tend not to toss any old ones because with the rotation schedule, they don’t get too old or worn out.”
She makes this too easy.
My eyebrows raise. “‘Rotation schedule’? An actual schedule.”
Her low gasp echoes around the quiet room.
“I plead the Fifth.” And because she’s quite the vixen, she snaps out of her stupor and sits up on her knees.
After adjusting the robe so she makes sure her boobs are showing, she crawls over to where I sit on the bed.
Batting her eyelashes, she coos, “Hungry?”
She doesn’t mean food. In no way do her hooded eyes and tongue licking her lips equate to food. Tell that to my rumbling stomach.
“Do we have to leave the room?”
“I’m certainly not getting dressed. I’ll have steak fries.”
“Same as yesterday?”
“Yep. That a problem?”
“Nope, confirming those are the ones you want. What else?”
Sliding herself onto my legs, my breath hitches as her legs straddle mine. Apparently, our “break” is over.
“Surprise me.” Her lips find my neck, making it difficult to focus on anything else except how the softness feels.
I allow her a minute or two to work me over before rasping, “Food, Jude. Gotta order the food.”
Reluctantly, she obeys my request, though not before rubbing herself back and forth over my erection. “What are the odds someplace will deliver condoms?”
Her boldness is such a turn-on. “Work on that while I order food.” My voice is high-pitched, sounding nothing like me.
We’ve yet to have sex.
What happens when we do?
I don’t know how she did it, but she found a place to deliver condoms, even so discreetly as for the driver to leave them on the mat outside the door in a plain bag.
I don’t want to know what she paid to make it happen.
Especially because after dinner, the girl was hyped up with energy.
And the two orgasms in the middle of the afternoon were child’s play compared to the way her body performed with more sustenance.
Ironically, Ms. I only use a towel once wasn’t put off by the mess in the bed.
The lights—except for the night-light—were off by midnight, and had I wanted to leave, there was no way she was letting me.
We cuddled together on the least messy side of the king-size bed.
In the dark, we traded stories. The good, the bad, and some of the ugly.
She didn’t feel like a stranger, nor someone I only wanted to spend one night with.
However, she also wasn’t the teen I crushed on so many years ago.
She was a woman, and if possible, after the day we shared, the crush I harbored ignited stronger than ever.
In the morning, the alarm on my Apple Watch vibrates me awake. Sometime during the night, Juli slipped out of my arms, resting about a foot next to me in the bed. For a few moments, I simply stare at her.
Her head rests slightly below the pillow, her blond tresses she didn’t bother tying back up after I undid her ponytail fan around her head.
The sheet covers to the top of her ass, her bare back and arms on full display.
If I had more time, I’d wait her out—or wake her up if I grew impatient—but unfortunately, I have work to attend to.
However, she somehow convinced me to take the rest of the week off after our boat excursion today.
Hard to say no when I had a mouthful of her pussy.
Climbing quietly and softly out of the bed, I leave a kiss on her forehead. She stirs to life, flipping onto her back. I weep at the sight of her bare breasts I don’t have time to fondle.
“Morning.” Her sleep-laden voice makes me smile.
“Hey. I’ve gotta do the things I mentioned last night, but we’ll meet for breakfast at the buffet. I’ll see what I can do to get an employee discount.” A running joke she brought up last night. As if she can’t afford all the meals this week.
“Are you showering? I could join you . . . ”
Assessing the time, I probably should shower, but if she steps a toe in with me, I’ll be behind the entire day. “Later, gorgeous.”
“Don’t forget you promised me a trip to your home.”
“Haven’t forgotten it, considering you reminded me a dozen times.” I slide yesterday’s shorts on my legs before the shirt.
“You ever done the walk of shame at the resort before?” The question catches me off guard, and she quickly follows up with, “Nope, don’t answer that. I’m certain I don’t want to know.”
Good, because I don’t want to lie. Though I’ve never had a repeat performance, something I intend to break tonight.
“See you for breakfast. Bring your appetite. The buffet is appetizing.”
The sheet wrapped around her body, she joins me on the floor.
The light from the living room illuminates her face, her natural beauty on full display.
Leaving the light on and the door open was our compromise to her “night-light” situation.
I must have been exhausted when I fell asleep because I usually need it pitch black. It didn’t hurt I had someone to cuddle.
Juli wraps her arm around my waist, pushing up on tiptoes. “See you later, Came.”
“Still?” I wonder. “After yesterday, you’re still going to use it?”
“It’s too good not to. But yesterday’s performance certainly made up for your shortcomings of the past.” She giggles, faint lines showing around her eyes. “Kiss me before you leave.”
Not one to disobey her request, I lean in, meeting her halfway, melding our mouths into one. Her tongue seeks entrance into my open mouth, and it mimics the blow job from last night. My hands grab her ass, cupping the globes in my fingers as our mouths duel.
As much as I enjoy the kiss, I’m going to be late, and I’d rather not show up to work with a semi.
I release her first, freeing my mouth. “Later. All of this and more later.”
“Fine. If you must. Go do all the work things.”
I chuckle at the way her lips pout. “If you want me for the rest of the time you’re here, I have to make sure things will run in my absence. Otherwise, I’ll have to show up more.”
Which will happen anyway. Thank goodness work is literally right outside the door of her suite.