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  As much as I already enjoyed my job, I began to look forward to it even more, with Eric as a mainstay at the end of my bar. Night after night, he was there to make the hours slip by, and with each minute we spent together, I could feel my resolve weakening.

  He was always in a good mood, there to lift mine when I needed it. He was funny, flirty, and always playful; but I still couldn’t figure out if it was because of me, or his personality in general. Regardless, I still kept telling myself that nothing could happen. I wasn’t about to lose my virginity to someone who would be leaving town in a few weeks. As much as I wanted to explore things with Eric, I wasn’t willing to open myself up to that kind of heartbreak.

  But god damn, he sure made it hard to resist. As another night is drawing to a close, I'm going about my routine as per – the back and forth between tidying up and Eric’s ridiculously charming grin, when I see him watching me with a new look in his eyes.

  “What, do I have something on me?” I call out to him in sarcasm.

  “No, I was just thinking… You’re too pretty to be stood behind a bar, serving drinks.” A few whiskey’s deep at this point, I know it’s probably the alcohol talking, even though Eric was ever the gentleman who knew his limits.

  “Oh yeah? Well, where should I be standing, funny guy? Because I gotta get paid, so people gotta get their drinks.”

  I was shaking my head at him and his stupid smirk, resting on the bar in front of him when he half–whispered, “You should be bent over the bar… serving me.” His words make my heart stutter. I felt myself audibly gasp, and I lost the ability to speak when I saw the desire swirling in his eyes. My nipples harden and my pussy begins to ache for him, especially when he reaches out, taking both of my hands in his.

  That’s it. I couldn’t deny it any more – I wanted him. Bad. I didn’t care if he was only in town for a few more weeks, Eric was someone I really liked, and who liked me back. Would it be so bad to allow myself to indulge in a little fun with him? It would be difficult to see it end, but the pain of wanting him so damn badly right now was so much worse.

  Before I had any more chance to try and reason with myself, Eric stood up and reached forward, both hands tangling in my hair as he pulled me in for a kiss. It caught me so off guard, that I just let him, stretching up onto my tiptoes as his mouth covered my own. He kisses me with a deep, desperate passion. When we finally part I find myself dizzy, closing my eyes for a few seconds while I savor the tingling in my lips.

  9

  Eric

  * * *

  I had to fucking have her. If only for a brief kiss.

  She looks unsteady for a moment as a smile slowly creeps onto her face, her hands gripping the edge of the bar tight as she sighs a lustful, contented sigh. She presses her lips together, and suddenly every little movement she makes has me wanting to take her.

  “Come up to my room with me,” I groan, reaching out to brush her hair out of her eyes, needing to see that she wants this as much as I do. “And not because I want to sleep you, but just because I don’t want to spend the night without you.”

  Without saying a word, she nods slowly, inhaling. I meet her at her side, lacing my fingers in hers and grabbing her jacket and purse from under the bar. I nod to Anton as Jessa happily trails alongside me in some kind of daze. When we get to the elevator, I turn her towards me and have to kiss her again.

  I can feel her lips longing for mine, with the way she lets go and leans into my body, her own hands coming to rest at my waist to steady herself. I slide my hands up her outer thighs, across her thick ass, up her back, exploring the curves of her body through her clothes. She still has her apron on, and she giggles against my mouth when I untie it and casually toss it aside in the corridor.

  “Eric, go pick that up!” She teases, heady and breathless, as she playfully slaps my chest.

  But I’m not in the mood to play. Even her god damn giggle drives me wild. I growl against her lips, shoving her into the elevator and pressing her against the wall. I hit the button for the penthouse on muscle memory alone and resume roaming my hands over her body.

  “Oh, god…” She moans, as my lips move to her neck and across her lightly freckled shoulders. She haphazardly unbuttons my shirt with one hand while the other grips the back of my head, holding me against her, begging me for more. When the elevator doors finally open, we both tumble out into my penthouse in a state of undress.

  “Oh my god,” she moans once more, but I know this time it’s in awe of the place.

  “You can admire the furniture later,” I tease, tugging her shirt off over her head, before I stop and place my hands at her waist to hold her at arms length. “Unless you’d rather wait. We don’t have to do this, you know. I don’t want your first time to be something you regret.”

  “I’m not going to regret this.” She pulls me back towards her by my belt, and I watch in awe as she drops my pants and boxers, and drops herself to her knees. It takes no time at all before my thick, throbbing cock is in her mouth and I’m in fucking heaven.

  Her sweet, soft lips feel incredible. She moves slowly, back and forth, with her eyes locked onto mine. Her breasts sway in time with her movements, just begging to be free from her bra. She’s teasing me, and she god damn knows it.

  “God, you’re fucking beautiful,” I groan under my breath. My hands move her hair from her face so I can take in the full view. The thought of finally claiming her sent a jolt of excitement running through me. The girl I have obsessed over for weeks, on her knees and eager for me to fuck her.

  Well, how can I say no to that?

  10

  Jessa

  * * *

  We stumble out of the elevator and into Eric’s penthouse suite. My eyes only get chance to scan the room for a moment before they’re drawn back to him, and he pulls me towards him to remove my shirt.

  My initial instinct is to try and cover myself, but when I see the way he’s looking at me, how badly he wants me, all those insecurities just melt away. I feel so lost in him, like my body isn’t even mine at this point – I’m his, all his. And who am I to cover up his body?

  I dropped to my knees, so eager to please him, and I could only manage to run my fist down his shaft once, twice, before my lips wrapped around the head. It’s like I’m on autopilot, my every instinct now focused on giving Eric pleasure.

  There was little point in dragging it out. I knew we both wanted this just as much. I opened my mouth wider and made it half way down before my throat resisted. He placed a hand lightly on my head, not pushing or forcing, but guiding me as he groaned, those low rumbles spurring me on.

  I gagged for a moment and my eyes began to water, but there was no way I was stopping. I loved seeing him like this, so utterly focused on me and the way I was making him feel. It was intoxicating to have this kind of effect on him.

  His hips reached forward to meet my mouth, and I began to pick up speed. His groans deepened, his hands grasped tighter, and I placed my hands on his hips to bury him in my throat.

  “Oh, Jessa, fuck!” He growls, my eyes wide with ecstasy when I felt the first drop of come hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed his seed happily, drunk on the way he couldn’t seem to control himself around me.

  It took a moment or two before I felt his cock begin to soften, but it was difficult to pull back. I took my time, and when I saw the hunger and need in his eyes, I couldn’t help but smile. He reached down to wipe a spot of drool from the corner of my mouth, muttering under his breath as he kicked off his pants. “Fuck. Fuck, Jessa. Fuck.”

  He pulled me up to kiss me yet again, but this time lifting me into his arms, as if I weighed nothing. I laced mine around his neck and melted against his body. We were both still only half–undressed, too overcome with lust to strip down.

  I landed on his bed with a gentle bounce as I laughed, biting my lip, bringing a hand to cover my face. Eric removed his shirt finally, and seeing his body laid bare like that, I didn’t feel wo
rthy. The man was a god, a true American heartthrob, and for tonight at least, he was all mine.

  He did the same to me, pulling down my pants and underwear in one, slowly, letting his hands feel their way down my thighs. When he stood over me again, he commanded in a deep, almost dark voice, “Lose the bra. I want to see you.”

  And so I did, without question or hesitation. Resting my self on my elbows, I watched as his gaze trailed down my body, taking me in. God, I’d never felt sexier. He exhaled through pursed lips, and my eyes widened as they were pulled down to his crotch, where he was already stroking himself to his full size again.

  “Already?” I gasped, a heated whisper. He leaned down over me, pushing me further up onto the bed, muscling his way between my thighs to spread them for him.

  “I want to make you feel good, baby,” he breathed against my neck. “I want to make you feel what I felt. But I’m not sure I can wait.” His hands were all over my naked body – squeezing my breasts, caressing my thighs, like he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to. I knew he definitely didn’t, and I didn’t want him to either.

  “Do it,” I gasped, the words tumbling from my mouth. “Do it. Fuck me, Eric. I want you. I need you.” I reached down between us to clasp my hand around his cock, stroking as I pulled him towards where I needed him most, letting the head slip over the slick folds of my pussy.

  11

  Eric

  * * *

  Jessa’s soaking wet pussy was calling out to me, and I was only too happy to answer. “Spread yourself,” I ordered, and my good girl did exactly as she was told, hooking her hands behind her knees to open herself up.

  I gazed down at her cunt as her lips parted for me, her head tipped back in anticipation. Slowly, taking my time, I began to push into her. I was completely lost in the sight of my thick cock disappearing into her precious pussy, her entire body arching to beckon me deeper. I placed one hand at her hip, the other holding onto the base of my member, having to hold myself back from filling her with a single thrust.

  She let out a gasp, a deliciously sweet sound, and I felt the shiver run through her. Her breathless gasps soon turned to panting as I sunk deeper, and she tipped her head to look at me. “It’s so big.” It seemed more of an observation than anything. I watched her face as I leaned a little more into her, feeling her pussy stretch for me, and her eyes rolled as her body shivered for a second time.

  “Let it go, baby,” I moaned, leaning down to run the flat of my tongue along her hot neck, slick with sweat. As I did, I began rotating my hips towards her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands coming up to curl around my shoulders.

  But the closer she got to the edge, the more her walls clenched my dick, the more speed my hips picked up. It was some kind of animal instinct, pushing me to lose control, until I was pumping my dick all the way into her with each deep, hard, pounding thrust.

  I parted our bodies and held her head in my hands. Her eyes were hooded, lost in the lust and pleasure, but I didn’t slow down in the slightest. Her nails dug themselves into my skin as she moaned, pressing her hips towards me, “I’m coming! Oh, god!”

  Her every muscle tightened, her pussy clenching around me as she cried out. The sound of her little trembling breaths put me into a frenzy. I grit my teeth, digging my fingers into her waist to pull her all the way down on my cock while I came, hard, pumping a heavy load so deep inside of her, I even surprised myself. “That’s it, take it. Fuck, Jessa, milk my cock!”

  The ferocity of my own orgasm was blinding, throwing my head back and grunting like an animal, primal and possessive as I marked Jessa’s body as my own. When she finally fell limp against the bed, just the lightest tremors running through her, I collapsed on top of her with my dick still buried deep.

  Her hot, sweaty, panting body felt so natural pressed against mine, her legs still wrapped around me and her perfect breasts and hard nipples trapped under my chest. I buried my face in her neck to inhale her scent, and it took several long moments before I felt her breathing return to normal.

  She turned my face to look at her, but neither of us needed to say anything. We could both feel it. Swept up by the emotions, I kissed her again. Something about holding her head in my hands made me feel so protective over her, as I peppered soft kisses along her cheeks and forehead, letting her know this wasn’t about lust for me.

  We soon settled onto the bed together, her head resting in the crook of my arm, and my fingers still dancing over her soft curves with a sheet wrapped around us. Having her body held against me, where I could keep her safe, felt right.

  For the first time in my life, I felt home.

  12

  Jessa

  * * *

  It was in the warm morning light that shone through Eric’s wall–to–wall windows, that I felt the wave of shame and regret wash over me.

  With him still sleeping beside me, I silently cursed myself for being so stupid. I’d let myself fall for this incredible, rich, sexy, older man’s charms. I’d let him lead me up to his penthouse suite and fuck me hard and deep, without any protection.

  Had I learned nothing in my 21 years on this earth?

  I actually cringed as the thought played over and over in my mind – the moment our bodies crashed together and I lost all control, the most intense, mind blowing orgasm I could’ve ever imagined ripping through me, while Eric came inside my bare, freshly deflowered cunt.

  But my body had others thoughts, my nipples standing firm and my pussy, still sore, aching for more. I had to get out of there before I did something stupid, again.

  Peeling myself off of Eric without waking him, I crept through the suite as I picked up my clothes. They were strewn all over the place from where we had undressed in stages. I was almost at the door when I heard his voice calling me. “Jess? Jessa? Honey?” He emerged from the doorway wearing just his boxers, scratching his ruffled tuft of blonde hair.

  God, he was sexy. Why did he have to make this even more difficult?

  I pressed my lips together as I looked to my feet, shuffling on the spot nervously. “What’s wrong? Where are you going?” He asked, stepping towards me. He reached down to kiss me, but I stepped back, shaking my head.

  “I’m sorry, Eric…” There was a mixture of hurt and anger on his face, with a hint of something else that I couldn’t place. “I had fun last night. Really. I just don’t see how this…” I gestured between us and shrugged, offering an apologetic smile. “It doesn’t really make sense, does it?”

  “What do you mean?” He stepped closer again, stroking my arms. I still only had my bra and pants on, so I brought my bundled up shirt to cover my cleavage. This didn’t seem like a conversation I should be having half–nude. “We like each other, don’t we?”

  “Yeah, I mean, I do. I like you a lot, Eric. But come on, we just don’t… match. We don’t go together. You have your whole life together, you have a career, and me… I live with a room–mate and I work in a hotel bar.” I could see he was on the verge of trying to reason with me, so I continued, needing to get my argument out before I allowed myself to be drawn back in.

  “And anyway, you’re just in town on business for work for a few more weeks. It’s not like this could ever be more than a fling anyway…” Immediately though, there was a look in his eyes. His face changed as he dipped his head, pressing his lips together. His shoulders sagged with guilt, and I took a step back as I covered my mouth in surprise.

  “Oh my god, you’re not, are you… Are you married?” His face immediately snapped upwards, shaking his head.

  “Jesus, no, Jessa. No, it’s not what you think.” He tried to direct me towards one of the chairs to the side, but I stepped out of his reach.

  “Just tell me, then. Tell me the truth.”

  He gave a deep, heavy sigh, his hands on his hips as he nodded to himself.

  “Okay. Okay, you’re right.” He looked around the room before his eyes settled back on me. “I own this place.” br />
  A short laugh escaped my throat before I could even think. Yeah, sure. “What, you mean the room?”

  But he shook his head again, his eyes filled with nothing but sincerity. “No, the hotel. I’m not a… property developer, technically. I own this hotel, and several others like it around the world. I got back from setting one up in LA a month ago. And then I saw you…” He tilted his head and sighed, but all I could think was that I had to get out of there.

  I could already feel the tears welling up in my eyes, the lump in my throat refusing to go down. I pulled on my jacket to cover myself, no time to bother with my shirt, dashing towards the door without even stopping to pick up my shoes. The moment I turned away from him, I couldn’t hold it together any more, and I felt fat, hot tears splash my cheeks.

  I felt so cheap, used – the handsome billionaire, lying and charming his way into a nice little ‘welcome home’ treat with one of his employees. And I’d completely fallen for it.

  Worst of all, in the middle of all his lies, I’d fallen for him.

  13

  Eric

  * * *

  There’s no fucking way I’m letting her get away now.

  Seeing her face twist, on the brink of tears, it almost kills me. All I want to do is reach out and make her feel better, but how can I, when I’m the one who made her feel this way? I shouldn’t have lied. Jessa deserves better than that. But she needs to at least hear me out before she runs off.

  God, the idea of never seeing her again, of never getting to feel those curves writhing with pleasure beneath me… It hits me hard, almost knocking the air from my lungs.

  “Jessa, wait!” I’m still tying the robe around my waist when I catch up with her at the elevator, pressing the button furiously. I know this is no time to be laughing, but it’s almost cute how she thinks that’s going to help her escape quicker. Little does she know, she’s not going anywhere.