Chapter 6
six
I mani groaned and rolled onto her side. She didn’t know what time it was, she only knew that she didn’t feel Will behind her. She grimaced, already sensing certain parts of her were going to be sore. But after the night she’d had with Will, she wasn’t going to complain. Hell, she may even brag about how good he’d fucked her. She bit back a grin. She adjusted herself again and bit back a moan.
Movement in the room caused her to crack her eyes open slightly. Soft rays of light filtered through the windows giving her a perfect view of her lover. She watched Will slip his jeans on before reaching down to snag his shirt from the floor. A man who looked like him should never wear clothes. That was a crime in itself. He was perfectly sculpted. She had run her tongue along every ridge of his abdomen and counted all six rows of muscles. He’d even had a few tattoos that she had kissed and licked.
And his cock.
Lord, take her now.
The hussy in her wanted to invite him back to bed, damn the pain. The first moment that dick of his had pushed all the way into her, she’d thought she’d split in two. But Imani wasn’t someone who backed down from challenges.
And taking his cock was one challenge she refused to fail at.
“What time is it?” she asked. Her voice was hoarse and she wasn’t ashamed to say that it was from all the screaming that man had her doing.
“A little after six.” He walked back over to the bed and sat on the edge. He reached down and snagged his boots. He put them on and began lacing them up. “I called for a wake up call. I wasn’t sure what time you needed to get up.”
“In a little. I need to prepare for the presentation I’m giving today.” She had almost completely forgotten about the conference. She pushed up and leaned back against the pillows. She suddenly became shy, not really knowing what to say. After the night they’d had, she shouldn’t be feeling this way. She had let this man do what he had wanted to, and she had been a willing participant.
“Well, it’s set just in case you fall back to sleep.” He finished tying his boots then turned toward her. He studied her for a moment before he reached out a hand to cup her face. She leaned into his warm palm and tilted her head back as his came near. The kiss he gave her had her wanting to drag him back in the bed with her, but she couldn’t.
She was here for business.
“Will I see you again before Saturday?” she blurted out. She didn’t know where that had come from, but it was a valid question. Saturday was the formal dinner that her company was ending the conference with. Will pulled back from her with a smirk on his face. His eyes dropped down to her breasts that were currently hidden behind the sheets.
“What time will you be done today?”
“About four,” she replied, suddenly breathless.
“Be ready at five.”
He dropped another heart stopping kiss on her before he pushed off the bed. Imani watched him disappear through the door that led to the living room. She fell back against the pillows and didn’t know what to think. She didn’t move until she heard the door to the hotel suite open and close. She closed her eyes and breathed a sigh.
“What am I going to do?” She bit her lip and glanced over at where he’d slept. Not that they had done much sleeping, but memories of the night came rushing back to her. Imani smiled and turned over on her side. Her hand went over to the spot where Will had been. The sheet was still warm from his body.
How did she get so lucky? Here she had assumed that her trip would have been a stuffy business-focused event with a few touristy sojourns away from the hotel. There was no way she would have imagined that it would turn out the way it had. She caressed the sheets and sighed again.
Last night had been amazing. She had never experienced anything like it before. No man had ever ensured that she was as well taken care of as Will had. He’d put her needs and desires first.
How the hell was that man not taken?
Imani bit her lip. Did she want to pursue something with him? She lived in Atlanta and he was here in San Francisco. How would that work? Would he even consider a long distance relationship? Imani didn’t have any real reason to stay in Atlanta. She did have her parents, but they had been on her about settling down.
What if that meant moving across the country?
“Girl, it was one night,” she giggled. She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. One night with Will and it had her thinking of packing her shit and moving to an entirely different state. And what the hell would she do for work? She had worked her way up the ladder at her current company. She was one of the youngest and only Black female executives. Could she start over somewhere else? “Stop putting the cart before the horse.”
She pushed off the blanket and decided to hop in the shower. Afterward, she would review her notes and PowerPoint slides for her presentation. She swung her legs over the side of her bed and grimaced. A short laugh escaped her. Her inner thighs and core were sore. She brushed the sheet off her body and stood. She snagged her cellphone from the nightstand then wobbled toward the bathroom while falling into a fit of giggles. If anyone saw her at the moment, they would think something was wrong with her. She stopped at the bathroom door and braced herself against it.
She was sore in all the right places. That was definitely one way to be able to say someone had fucked her well and good. She inhaled sharply and continued into the bathroom. At least her suite had a deep jacuzzi tub where she could soak the aches away. Booking a luxury suite had its perks.
“Oh, my.” She stopped in front of the mirror and was horrified at what was staring back at her. She tilted her head and took in her image. Her hair was standing up every which way. There were a few dark marks starting to present themselves on her neck and her expression was that of someone who had been well loved through the night. A smile appeared on her face at the thought of Will.
She slowly made her way over to the tub and turned on the water. She gathered a few items she would need and placed them along the ledge along with her phone before she tossed in a few bath bombs she always traveled with into the water. She had a thing for soaking in tubs; there was just something so relaxing about letting warm water work through the kinks and stiff muscles. She went back to the mirror and quickly ran her comb and brush through her hair before pinning it up on top of her head. She’d take care of it after her bath.
Seeing the marks on her neck where Will had nipped and suckled on her sensitive flesh had her core clenching again. She bit her lip to keep from reliving the moment too thoroughly. They had definitely been caught up in the moment. She hadn’t had a hickey since high school. Her hand rested on the spot. It would have to be covered up with makeup. With another laugh, she made her way over to the tub and stepped into it. She hissed as she sank down into the warm water, but the aches in her body would be comforted by the heat. She leaned back and positioned herself with a folded towel behind her neck. She basked in the water and used her toes to turn off the tap.
Now this was what she had imagined when she’d booked the room. Her phone vibrated from where it sat. She blew out a deep breath and thought about ignoring it. But then she picked it up and glanced at the screen.
The caller ID ‘My main bitch’ flashed across the screen. Imani grinned and answered.
“Hello?” she said.
“I just assumed you were dead since you never called me once you were settled,” Carla snapped playfully. Carla and Imani had been friends for a long time and Imani gritted her teeth as she realized she’d forgotten to call her friend. She’d had every intention to call Carla, or at least message her, but she’d been a little distracted.
And that distraction’s name was Wilheim Rusek.
“I’m so sorry. Don’t be mad,” Imani chuckled. She hit the speakerphone button and sat her cell back down on the bathtub’s ledge. She leaned back and closed her eyes.
“I’m mad that I wasn’t able to come with you! We could have toured the city and had fun. I’ve been to San Francisco so many times. I could have taken you around,” Carla said.
“I know, but don’t worry. I had a wonderful tour guide,” Imani admitted. She was thankful Carla couldn’t see her face. Her cheeks warmed at the thought of how their city tour had ended. That was definitely something her friend wouldn’t have been able to do. She knew Carla had family in the Bay Area and she would have been a great guide, but she wouldn’t have been able to top Will.
“Oh, really? Don’t tell me you paid for one of those terrible, overpriced city tours?—”
“Of course not,” Imani laughed.
“Good. Don’t waste your money. Wait… Who took you around? Did you meet up with Kizzie? How is she doing? How’s the baby? What’s his name again?”
“It wasn’t Kizzie who took me around,” Imani admitted softly. Silence greeted her for a moment before Carla came back on the phone.
“Well, who took you around? Someone from the company?”
“No, Niko’s brother, Will.” Imani couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on her face. Just thinking of Will made her feel like a teenager. If Carla had been in front of her, she was sure her friend would be rolling her eyes.
“Will? The one who’s going to be your plus one at the black-tie thing?” Carla asked.
“Yes.” Imani squeezed her eyes shut. She and Carla never hid anything from each other. They shared every aspect of their lives together and at the moment, she needed to share something with her friend. “And he just left not too long ago.”
“You little hussy!” her friend exclaimed. Imani laughed at her friend acting crazy and making lewd noises on the phone. That was why they were so close. There was never any judgment between them. If she wanted to go off across the country and have a one night stand with a good looking guy, Carla would probably encourage it. “That’s why you sound funny. I thought maybe you were catching a cold or something from the plane!”
“No, no cold. Girl, I can’t even begin to tell you how the night was.” Okay, there were some things she wasn’t going to be sharing with Carla. It felt a little too personal to share how that man had put it on her.
“From the sound of your voice I can tell there was lots of screaming was involved.”
Imani shook her head. The woman knew her all too well. It would have been fun to have Carla come with her, but had she, there was a high chance she wouldn’t have taken Will up on his offer to tour the city if she had. Maybe it was meant to be.
“You don’t worry about what’s going on. Let’s just say that man is someone special,” she said softly. Carla must have sensed that she wanted to change the subject away from her night with Will. They had a quick conversation of what Imani had planned for the day and then Carla wished her good luck on her presentations and they disconnected the call with Imani promising to call her back to check in before she left the city.
Imani quickly bathed and got out of the tub. She wrapped the fluffy white towel around her body and moved over to the sink. She finished her business in the bathroom before leaving going into her room. She ambled over to the closet and tried to not look at the bed. She didn’t want to get heated all over again thinking of the things that had been done there.
After moisturizing her skin, she quickly donned the hotel issued robe and then made her way into the living room and called down for room service. A good hot meal was what she needed to set her up for the day. She was famished, and if she were going to go over her notes for her presentation, she would need something in her stomach.
She grabbed her tablet and took a seat on the couch before finding the television remote and selecting a channel that had the local news on. With that playing in the background, she pulled up her presentation.
Imani stared at the words on the screen but couldn’t concentrate.
All she could think of was Will’s tongue and mouth on her pussy. Imani groaned. That man’s tongue, mouth, hands, and dick… they were all were lethal. How the hell was she supposed to work after spending the night with him? How the hell could she think of anything else but how it felt to take his dick in her mouth, or the taste of his cum on her tongue? She loved giving head, and when it came to his cock? She had worshiped that damn thing. She groaned and covered her face with her hands.
How was she going to keep herself composed while waiting for five o’clock to get here?
It was going to be a long ass day.
With a shake of her head, she focused on her tablet. She had to prepare. She had no intention of stumbling through her presentation like a fool. She just had to get through the day and then she’d be with him again.
Hopefully, tonight would end like yesterday.
With his dick dominating her pussy.