35. Mila
The next week, Sebastian and I get better at being sneaky. I’m in housekeeping, so I scan in and out of rooms all over the place with the other workers. During lunch, Sebastian figures out which rooms are empty in the halls I’ve already scanned into, and we meet in one.
Afterward, I replace the sheets myself, and drop the others in the laundry. It’s the perfect cover.
Ilsa is also in housekeeping with me, but thankfully, she gets sent to a completely different wing. If she was even on the same hall, I would never have risked seeing Sebastian during my break.
We’re like little kids, dashing in doors and around corners. I’ve never had so much fun in my life.
While Ilsa and I vacuum carpet, Brooklyn gets to do an event with Havannah, a fiftieth anniversary gala for a local politician. It’s extravagant and beautiful, and I often pause with my housekeeping cart when we pass the back doors to admire the decorations and set up.
Brooklyn is in her element, practically glowing as she directs workers and runs errands for Havannah.
Lucky duck.
Except if I were doing that job, I would have no chances to see Sebastian.
For my fourth week, I get the maintenance rotation with Trey.
We spend Monday morning working on the security camera that covers the corridor between the western banquet hall and the wedding suite wing. It’s feeding nothing but static to the security monitors.
Trey determines it can’t be fixed and puts in a requisition to order a new one.
“How long will that take?” I ask him.
“A good week, probably,” he tells me. We move on to look at a running toilet in the princess wing.
But I think to myself — the wedding hall is unmonitored.
On Tuesday, Trey and I scan into the bridal suite because the couple who checked out that morning reported the hot tub jets weren’t working very well.
We determine it’s only buildup in the sprayer, easily handled.
I look around the fluffy white room with a heart-shaped bed and en suite hot tub. I want to be here with Sebastian.
The bridal suite is rarely occupied during the week. Most couples stay the night of their wedding, then leave for their honeymoon. The companies that hire out the hall for meetings aren’t interested in the themed room.
When it’s time for lunch, I message Sebastian.
I scanned into the bridal suite earlier today, and it’s unoccupied.
He writes me back.
Be there in five.
I wander the suite as I wait for him to arrive. It’s pure white everywhere, with sheers on the walls, birch hardwood floors with fluffy rugs, and a satiny white bedspread on the bed.
There’s a gentle tap, tap on the door. I toy with the idea of quickly stripping out of my clothes and opening the door naked, but I chicken out. If it’s maintenance or housekeeping, who always knock before entering even if the room is empty, I’ll never recover from the embarrassment.
I pop the door open only a crack.
Sebastian grins at me. “Your groom has arrived.”
The very idea of us being married brings heat to my whole body.
“I guess that makes me the bride.”
He steps inside and closes the door behind him. “And it’s time for us to break new ground on our sexcapades.” He gestures to the hot tub. “Under water.”
“Really?”
He heads over and turns both levers. “It takes a while to fill, so I’m going to leisurely strip you naked while we wait. Any objections?”
“None.”
When he’s satisfied with the temperature of the water coming out, he sets the plug and turns to me. “Where should I start?”
Something impulsive takes over, and I say, “You’ll have to catch me first!”
I dash behind the circular dining table.
“I like this,” he says. “Every time I catch you, I’m taking something off.”
“Good luck.”
As he rounds the table, I stay ahead, always on the opposite side. We continue this for a moment, then he lunges across the top, snagging my vest. He pulls me by the edge over to him. “So this has to go.” He unfastens it.
I squirm away as he pulls it from my arms, kicking off my shoes so I can run across the huge bed. He does the same, leaping to catch me before I’m over the far end.
“No pants for you,” he says in my ear as he unfastens them and tugs them over my hips.
I fight my way out of his arms, losing my pants in the process.
He shucks his jacket and ID. That’s a good idea, and I pull mine over my head and drop it to the floor.
I head into the bathroom proper, then realize this was a terrible mistake, as now I’m trapped.
He runs in behind me, and I let out a squeal as my hotel shirt is pulled over my head.
Even so, I duck out of his grasp and return to the main room. There’s a small kitchenette and bar, so I dash to it.
But I’m trapped again, not that I care all that much.
He stalks me in there, dropping clothes as he goes. He’s down to boxers.
“I’ve got you cornered.” He presses me against the wall and in seconds, my bra is unsnapped and flying over the bar.
“One of my favorite things in life.” He bends down to take a nipple in his mouth.
I melt against the cool luminous wallpaper. I live for this. I want it all the time. Every day, whenever I can get him.
Sebastian makes his way down my body, dragging my panties away. He lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder, and then his face is there, his mouth exploring me.
I’m lost. I reach out to hold onto the counter as he works his way deeper.
My breathing is ragged. This will never, ever get old.
He ever so gently slides his finger along my thigh, then presses against another part of me, one he’s never touched.
At first I tense, then realize, this is good. Really good. I relax as he doesn’t seem intent on going in, but massaging where he is.
The two parts of me getting attention at the same time wind me more tightly than I’ve ever been before. I flatten against the wall, my one leg barely holding me.
I’m not sure how to handle what I’m feeling with two points of pleasure. The intensity of him working both places makes me gasp for air.
Sebastian works faster, his hair tickling my belly. He sucks hard, and that’s it, everything lets go. I cry out, my head rolling back and forth against the wall. It’s bright and wild and even the sun couldn’t compete with the shine in me as the orgasm flashes through my body.
He holds onto me as I come down, keeping me steady. Then he swoops me into his arms. “Water’s ready.”
He carries me to the tub, which is two-thirds full. He sets me down on the side, letting my feet dangle into the water. It’s warm and feels so good.
I’m about to slip down when he says, “Let me get your hair.”
Right. Wet hair might be a giveaway when I go back to Trey and the crew.
He takes the clip that is holding back the front of my hair, then gathers all of it in his hands. He twists it until I feel it tightening against my head. Then the clip goes back in.
He lets go, and I expect it all to fall down, but it stays.
I lift my hands to my head. “How did you learn to do that?”
“Baby sister. Mom with a heavy workload.”
“You’re full of surprises.”
He leans close to my ear. “Wait until I fuck you underwater.”
My heart hammers. How can anything be this amazing, this hot?
How is this happening to me?
He slides into the hot tub and shuts off the water. It reaches his thighs when he’s standing, but he drops down, his bottom half becoming a wavering blur.
Above the water he’s all muscle, biceps and chest, a tattoo on his left arm. All places I’ve come to know and love about him.
“Come here,” he says, grasping my hips and sliding me down into the water with a light splash.
Sebastian kisses me, his hands all over my body as he leads me across the heart-shaped hot tub to the point, where there is a bench.
He turns us around and he sits on it, bringing me down to his lap. He kisses me again, his hands caressing my breasts, my waist, and sliding my thighs apart.
Then he lifts me, buoyed by the water, and when I come down again, he slides into me.
The water sloshes as I move into position, then rocks gently against our bodies as he works me up and down.
It’s soothing and relaxing, a wholly different experience than any of our other encounters.
Sebastian can be fierce and fast, or slow and easy. But this is comforting and rhythmic. I drape my wet arms on his shoulders, closing my eyes and letting the water do the work.
For a while, I float over him, feeling him enter and glide. Then he begins to speed up, his arms flexing.
This sets off something in me, because that need for him gathers, tightening and tensing.
He reaches between us to touch me and this makes everything move so much faster. I clutch at him, pressing his face into my chest. He nips at my breasts and I lean in. “Bite harder.”
He does, and the force of it goes straight to the core of me. I cry out, everything bursting. The water splashes wildly, and Sebastian groans against my skin.
We cling to each other, not moving, riding out the storm. Between us, muscles clench and release, clench and release.
The water goes still. It feels cool against my back.
We hold on a while longer, our chests heaving.
He kisses everything he can reach. “Mila…”
I hold the back of his head where damp hair has curled against his neck. “We got wet.”
“We did.”
From somewhere in the room, a phone buzzes. Duty calling.
“We have to go,” I say.
“Damn it, we do.”
He opens the plug and the water gurgles down. Thankfully, there’s a rack of towels right beside us.
We climb out and dry off with minimal mess to the room.
“I’ll drop these off,” Sebastian says, picking the towels up.
I nod. “I’m probably missed in maintenance.”
“I’ll cover for you if Trey has any questions.”
I shake my head. “No. I’ll take whatever he dishes out about my tardiness. It’s better that way.”
Sebastian nods. “We should stick to quickies.”
“I’m willing to get in trouble over this one.”
Sebastian picks up his phone. “The buzzing wasn’t mine.”
I find my cell in my pants pocket and pull it out.
Brooklyn: I hate it here and I’m going to leave.
Uh oh.
I race to get my pants on, scrolling through messages.
“Everything okay?” Sebastian asks.
I was worried this might happen. She’s been in laundry all week, which was a big letdown after doing events last week. Plus, she has to deal with all the drama of the other three girls there who were having sex with Maverick. He’s apparently dumped them all.
This made her happy at first, but then Maverick stopped coming to see her, too.
I read all her messages quickly.
Brooklyn: I found out why Mav’s too busy for anybody.
Brooklyn: He’s fucking Chef Monique!
Brooklyn: A kitchen staffer walked in on them in the deep freeze!
I let out a strangled cry of disbelief. The deep freeze?
Brooklyn: I can’t do this anymore!
The last message was only a minute ago.
I quickly tap out, Where are you?
Sebastian comes up behind me. “Everything okay?”
“Apparently, Chef Monique and Maverick got caught having sex in the deep freeze.”
Now he’s the shocked one. “The deep freeze?”
“We got the better location.”
Sebastian runs his hands through his hair. “Jesus. Can’t anybody in this hotel keep their pants on?”
“We are just as guilty.”
“I know. I know.”
Brooklyn: My room. I left my shift. I don’t care. I’m packing.
“Brooklyn’s going to quit. I have to go.”
“Definitely. I’ll tell Trey there’s an issue you have to handle.”
“No. I’ll do it. He doesn’t need to know you are keeping tabs on me. This is one of those moments where it’s important to be apart.”
He nods. “You’re right.”
I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. “See you later?”
“Okay. Keep me posted.”
I’m almost out the door when he calls out, “Mila?”
I turn around.
He holds out my ID badge. “Don’t leave this.”
God. That would have been hard to explain. “Thank you.”
I snatch it and take off down the hall, feeling the damp base of my head. I release the hair clip to hide the wet parts.
This is a hot mess of a situation all around.
There must be an aphrodisiac in the water of Boulder, Colorado.