Chapter 20
TWENTY
Aurora
I still haven’t recovered after my night with Deacon as I stand at reception on Tuesday evening, greeting guests as they come in.
I’m dizzy, it’s partly lack of sleep and partly physical exhaustion.
Deacon left at seven this morning after our date, after fucking me in the shower, over my sofa, and against the wall of my bedroom.
I swear I’m going to get thrown out of my building.
I just can’t help being so loud with him.
His hands, his tongue, his dick…he does things to me no man has ever done.
And I love the way he can’t keep quiet either. It makes me think that when he’s with me, it’s different than when he’s with other women. When I heard him fucking Ms. Gordon, she could have been alone with her vibrator. He didn’t make a sound.
I squeeze my thighs together at the thought and eye the main entrance door as it opens. But it’s not who I’m looking for. Now is about the time Deacon arrives back at the hotel from the office. My shift is over in an hour, and I just want to catch a glimpse of him before I leave.
I feel like an addict waiting for my next fix. But I just can’t bring myself to feel bad about it. He makes me feel so good. And this is what I’m in New York for—an adventure. And if part of my adventure is incredible sex with a man like Deacon, I’m here for it.
Tao on the reception team comes over to me and asks me if he can upgrade the person he’s currently checking in.
He gives me the number of rooms available in the upgraded category.
We’re quiet this evening, so it’s not a problem for regular guests like these.
As we’re talking, Deacon appears over Tao’s shoulder and my body flushes hot.
I try to focus on what Tao’s saying, but all I can do is focus on Deacon.
Deacon turns his head toward me and we lock eyes. It’s so intense, it’s as if he’s over me, his mouth on mine, fucking me. My legs weaken and I have to reach for the reception counter to keep my balance.
Still looking at Deacon, I nod at Tao. I have no idea what he’s saying, but right now I don’t care. I just don’t want Deacon to stop looking at me, to ever stop looking at me.
But he doesn’t break his stride and heads to the lift.
I’ve asked him not to greet me at work. I don’t want anyone to realize we know each other outside of the hotel, but I’m barely able to stay standing where I am. I just want to run over to him and beg him to take me back to bed.
When he looks away, the spell is broken and I turn my attention back to Tao. “That’s fine,” I say.
As director of rooms, I’m responsible for various departments. Reception, housekeeping. I spend a lot of my time acting as a troubleshooter. That means there’s no one place where I’m based. No one’s expecting to see me in any particular part of the hotel.
That’s how I justify leaving reception to head to Deacon’s room. I know I shouldn’t, but he’s a magnet pulling me toward him.
On my way, I stop when I see members of the housekeeping team in the middle of turndown and check that everything’s okay. It’s part of my job, right?
I jog up the stairs and head down the corridor toward Deacon’s room. As I get closer, I realize I don’t know what the hell I’m planning to do when I get there. There is no professional justification for knocking on his door.
Which means I can’t. I won’t let myself.
I’ll have to be content with just being close to him—just passing his door. As I near Room 325, I slow my pace, wanting to linger as long as I can near the man that’s created such a seismic shift in me. My heart quickens as the numbers of his door come into focus.
And as if he’s been waiting for me, he yanks the door open just as I’m passing.
“Ms. Reynolds. Can you help me with my television? It doesn’t seem to be working.”
My cheeks heat and my pussy begins to throb.
I glance up and down the corridor. There’s no one here. And he’s asked me to go inside, right?
“Of course, Mr. Black.”
He stands aside as he lets me into his room. The door clicks shut behind me and he turns the lock.
“I can’t stay,” I say.
“Please check the television, Ms. Reynolds.”
I take a breath and step over to the television in the living area of his suite. I pick up the remote control, acutely aware that Deacon has followed and is right behind me.
“What seems to be the problem, Mr. Black?”
He stands so close to me…and then reaches under my black skirt.
“Mr. Black,” I say. “The television.”
“I can’t get the news,” he says, his fingers reaching my underwear. He presses a kiss to my neck.
All I can think about is how I want to quit my job immediately and stay here and get fucked by this beautiful man behind me.
“Have dinner with me?” he growls into my ear.
I don’t care about food. I just want to get fucked by this man. Can’t we just skip to the good part?
I spin around in his arms. He tries to kiss me, but I back away. The last thing I need is my lipstick smeared across my face and stubble burn when I come out of this room.
He follows me and puts his hand up my skirt again, this time, sinking his fingers inside me.
He grins as he finds me wet and ready for him.
“I think I could fuck you right now, you’re so wet.”
My eyelids flicker closed at his dirty mouth. “I’m working.”
His fingers plunge deeper, his thumb rounding my clit. I lean forward and bite down on his shirt-covered shoulder to stop myself from screaming out.
“Fuck,” he says, thrusting a third finger into me.
I’m so close to tipping over the edge, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold back. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to keep quiet.
A crash in the hallway brings me to my senses.
I’m consumed by this guy—risking my job for him.
I push him away. “Deacon. We can’t. My job.”
He slips his fingers, wet with my desire, into his mouth. “I think we just did.”
Shit. I don’t know what this guy has done to me. I’m losing my mind around him.
“Deacon,” I say. “Seriously.” I step away from him, hoping it will weaken his power over me. I slide my hands down my hips, straightening my skirt and then I turn to the mirror, checking I don’t look like I was three seconds away from an orgasm a few moments ago.
I see his smirk in the mirror, and I have to look away because I want to kiss that expression right off his mouth.
“Don’t act like you didn’t want this. You just happened to be walking by my room ten minutes after I get back?”
“And you happened to open your door?” I smooth back my hair, which is up in a bun.
“I know I want you,” he says. “Any chance I can get you. I’m happy to confess to that.”
My cheeks heat at his statement. I need to get out of here. “We can’t do this again. I…lose myself around you.”
He groans and turns me to face him. Holding my shoulders, he says, “Have dinner with me.”
I shrug. “Okay.”
“Sunday night?”
That’s five nights away. Six including today. Can I wait that long?
I don’t have a choice. He’s going to be with his daughter for the next four days.
“Okay,” I say.
“I want to kiss you.”
I step back, out of his hold. “I have to go.”
I head to the exit and he grabs my hand and presses his lips to my fingers. I smile and pull my hand away. “Have a good evening, Mr. Black.”
His eyes darken, and I quickly check the peephole before slipping out.
I need to get some distance from this man.
I need a self-imposed ban from the third floor.
I need never to step foot in Room 325 again.