30. Sebastian
I’m glad we got plenty of leisurely time over the weekend, because this brief break isn’t going to last.
I kiss her easy and light for a moment, testing the waters. We are, technically, at work.
But when she presses closer, that’s it.
The sun rises on the walls and the waves crash all around us as I unfasten her vest and drop it to the floor. I’ve certainly never removed a hotel uniform off anyone, and the thrill of it makes me move faster.
I unbutton the shirt beneath, feeling more frenzied as I go. Then the bra.
Her breasts are heavy and warm in my hands, and I groan against her mouth.
She breaks away, her breathing heavy. “Teach me what a quickie is, Sebastian. I hear about it.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I stand her up and walk her to the bathroom, clicking the sync button as we pass by so that the ocean laps against the edges of the garden tub. I take her to the long counter topped by an expansive mirror.
The sun has risen, tipping her naked breasts with gold light. I spin her around so that she can see herself, palm trees behind us as if we’re undressing on a deserted island. She braces herself on the counter, her eyes cast down to the sink.
I lift her chin. “I want you to see how gorgeous you are when you come.”
I unfasten the hotel-issue pants. In one swift yank, I’ve jerked them to her ankles, her cute pink panties with them.
My hands snake around to her breasts. “See how I fill my hands with you?”
Her gaze is on my fingers, cupping the fullness.
“This is perfection right here.” Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I bite her bare shoulder.
She sucks in a breath.
I let go with one hand to unbuckle my belt and unsnap my dress pants. “A quickie happens anywhere you can get away with. No fuss.” I incline my head toward the perfectly made bed. “No muss.”
She nods.
I pull myself out of my boxers and glide along her skin. Then I use my foot to push her legs slightly farther apart, as far as the pants around her ankles will allow.
My fingers slide inside her. “You’re so wet,” I say, my breath feathering across her back.
“Mmmn hmm.” She closes her eyes as I work her.
When her legs tremble, I thrust into her in one swift move.
Her eyelids fly open.
“Watch yourself,” I tell her. “Watch how your body flushes pink.”
I move inside her, taking my time, reaching around to finger her.
Her chest moves in and out with her labored breaths, then slowly gets more rosy.
I run my free hand across the swell of her breasts. “Like the sunrise.”
Then I grasp her hip, moving faster. She holds onto the sink, her hair swinging. I work the sweet nub, watching her in the mirror.
Her breasts sway, her body undulating as we move together. Her breath catches, and a long, low moan escapes.
I can feel the shuddering of her muscles and wrap my arm across her belly to hold her steady.
More of her blossoms red.
“Look at that glorious body,” I whisper.
She cries out, her body lurching against mine.
I hold her tightly, locking us together, crashing into her.
A stuttering groan emerges as I relinquish control. It’s intense and overwhelming, a full-body cascade of tension and release.
I let her go, and she collapses forward, her hair spilling across the gleaming ivory counter.
My body moves gently behind her, taking a last few long, easy strokes. I bend over her back, leaving a trail of kisses across her shoulder blades.
She laughs. “That was crazy.”
This makes me chuckle. “Everybody loves a nooner.”
Her body shakes as she keeps giggling. “I can’t believe we did that.”
“On the clock.” I bend down to whisper into her hair. “You are a naughty, naughty intern. I’ll have to punish you by doing it again tomorrow.”
She laughs and stands up. “I get why people like role playing. It’s fun.”
“We all want to escape who we are every once in a while.” I pull away from her, quickly cleaning up and fastening my pants. “You might have a bonus reminder of this in a few minutes.”
Her head pops up. “I know! I got a big surprise when I got out of the car at the hotel Saturday night and this gush came out! It was you! Your stuff!” She turns to push on my shoulder. “You had a lot of stuff!”
Now, my laugh is full-on. “Sorry. We can go back to condoms.”
She unspools a handful of toilet paper. “No, it’s kind of fun. A little reminder of what we did.”
“I think you can do Kegels to make it come out faster.”
“Kegel? What’s that?” Then just as quickly, “Never mind. I’ll Google it.”
I head into the bedroom to collect her other things. When I return, she’s looking in the mirror in pants and nothing else. It’s hot.
“I might make this your unofficial uniform when we’re alone during work hours,” I say, bending down to give one nipple a long lick.
“Hey!” She swats my head. “Give me those.” She takes her bra, shirt, and vest.
I lean against the doorway as she dresses.
“I could watch this all day,” I tell her.
She shakes her head. “Is this how we’ll spend every lunch break?”
“Don’t tempt me.” In truth, I’ve ignored several phone buzzes. They’ll have to assume I’m in a meeting.
When she’s presentable, clothed, and her fingers run through her hair, we head to the bedroom and shut down the beach.
“I do love it in here,” she says.
“It’s a dream suite.”
We hold hands as we leave through the door and enter the small private cloud room. The secret stairs are too narrow to walk side-by-side, and when we arrive in the janitor’s closet, I pull her close for one more long, slow kiss.
“You go out first. I’ll give you a head start.”
She nods. “See you later.”
I wait as she slips out of the closet and closes the door. I turn to examine the fake boxes of Kleenex, cleaners, and the trick bucket.
Probably I shouldn’t indulge myself like this while I’m working.
But Mila is irresistible.
And on a day like today, when everyone is skulking around about Maverick like I don’t know what they’re saying, I needed the break.
Now I have to go out there and face my day job.