Page 15 of Devil's Deal

My breath came faster. Was I hyperventilating? In as long as I’d owned the hotel, I’d never found myself in a situation like this. Yeah, I’d been propositioned several times, but not in a guest’s room, not like this. “Or?”

“There’s always fighting or fucking.” He snapped my suspenders back in place and let his arms fall to his side, leaving two feet between us as we stood chest to chest. “I know what I’d be more inclined to do, but I don’t fuck without permission. Consent is sexy, don’t you think?”

I didn’t think. I didn’t speak. Crashing my lips to his, I took him up on what he was offering. He met my lips with brutality, biting at my lower lip and sucking my tongue into his mouth, nipping at it as he pulled back, chuckling.

He spun us around like it was nothing, putting my back against the wall and knocking my hat to the floor. “Yeah. This is exactly what you need. What we both need.” He nipped at my lip and thrust my suspenders down my arms. “These are hot.”

“Twenties aesthetic,” I panted out.

“Oh, I know.” He left them hanging and dove in for another teeth-clattering kiss, while grabbing my half-hard cock through my trousers. “Fuck yeah.”

With sure, steady hands, he quickly unzipped me, and my cock filled as he wrapped his hand around it. He gave me two hard, demanding strokes before releasing me and going for his own pants. “This will be quick, quirky Cory. Work off some steam, yeah? A good orgasm always clears my head.”

“Yes.” I leaned in and captured his mouth again. He took over, licking and sucking as he wrapped one hand around both our stiff cocks. I clutched at his shoulders, holding on as he moved his hand up and down in a rapid motion, using our precum to smooth his way.

“Fuck yeah. I knew you’d like this. That you needed it,” he muttered. My head fell back, hitting the wall. “I needed it, too. Since the minute I saw you on that treadmill, all hot and sweaty. So fuckin fine in those athletic pants, bubble butt poking out, taunting me.” His mouth hovered over mine. “Were you trying to tease me, Cory? Did you want me to spend my day salivating at the thought of fucking your ass? Because I did.”

He did? Holy shit.

His hand moved faster. “Did you think about me? Did you think about my big cock? How it would feel sliding in and out of you?”

“Ahh,” I cried out as he twisted his hand.

“I asked you a question, quirky Cory. Did you think about me? About my dick? Did you want to drop down and suck me? Did you picture my tongue eating your greedy hole? Because I thought of it all. Wished I hadn’t let you sneak out of the gym.”

Fuck. I didn’t know if he meant any of that, but I didn’t care. I’d given a blow job, had a couple of quick handies when I’d gone out, desperate for touch after losing Mac, but they’d been nameless, faceless. They were just looking to get off as much as I was. Bosley made me feel seen. Wanted.

Just the thought pushed me over the edge. My spine tingled with electric currents as my orgasm rushed through me. “Daddy,” I choked out, as cum spurted, making its way out of me, and Bosley crashed his lips back to mine, kissing me as I rode the wave. Not stopping until after he rode his.

His forehead rested against mine as we both caught our breath. As I came down from the high, I stiffened, and he chuckled. He pressed his lips to mine one last time and stepped back. “Don’t freak out. It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” I said as panic gripped me, and my pulse sped up for a far less enjoyable reason than mere moments ago. I’d just let a guest see my dick. Touch it to his. Stroke me until I orgasmed.I called him Daddy!What the hell was I thinking?

“Well, applesauce,” he said teasingly with a wink. “Let me get something to clean us up.” He strode into the bathroom, coming back with a white towel with the gold GM monogram in the corner.

“I can’t believe I did that. I’m so sorry, sir. This is my place of business, and I shouldn’t have?—”

His bark of laughter stopped me. Amused, he stepped back into my space and wiped off my dick. “You got some on your shirt. Sorry about that. Let me get you one of my shirts.”

Moving away from him, I said, “No. That’s okay. I’ll go up to my suite and change.”

“Everest will see you. That.” He pointed to the cum stain.

He sounded so concerned that my racing heart began to calm again. I blew out my breath. “It’s okay. I’ll take the stairs.” Feeling awkward, I said, “Uh, thanks for the stress relief.”

He approached, cupping my cheek. “It was my pleasure, quirky Cory.” He leaned in and kissed my forehead. “Go ahead. I know you have a hotel to run.”

Applesauce. I’d forgotten about his break-in. “I really am sorry about someone getting into your room. Can I interest you in dinner at The Velvet Room on the house?”

He waved me off. “Nah. It’s fine. I’ll be checking out in the morning, anyway.”

Even though what had just happened couldn’t ever happen again, the idea of him leaving made me…sad. Our interaction today brought me to life in a way that I hadn’t experienced in over a year. Whether appropriate or not, there was a reason I’d called him Daddy. An instinctive trust I couldn’t deny. Once he left, all my thoughts, time, and energy would be consumed by whoever the hell was making a mess of my hotel, and that was the way it should be. I needed to remember that.

“Yeah, sure. Um, I hope you enjoyed your stay. Other than…” I waved toward the clothes all over his bed.

He leered at me, licking his bottom lip. “Oh, I did. I’ll be jerking off to thoughts of today for a long time.”

Feeling my cheeks burn, I hustled out of the room with the sound of Bosley’s deep laughter following me. He wasn’t the only one who’d remember this for a long, long time.

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