Chapter Fourteen
Chase
I pull up outside Alana's house right on time. I glance at my phone, wondering if I should call her to let her know that I'm here. I'll give her five minutes, and if she's not out by then, I'll call her. No sooner than the thought leaves my head, she walks through the doors. I blast my horn and she waves and starts walking in my direction.
I let out a low growl, because God, she looks fucking gorgeous. I feel a twinge of guilt, but I shrug it off. I’ve almost managed to convince myself that it’s not that a big deal that I haven’t told her the real reason for this trip. We’re going to my brother’s wedding. So, what? It’s not that different from going to a business function, right? It’s bound to be just as exciting.
Though I’m not sure she’ll see things that way when she finds out.
I pop the trunk and she throws her bags in, then slams it shut. She jumps in the car and smiles at me, her lips slightly parting as she pants, out of breath. I clear my throat and shift in my seat, focusing on anything other than her, because all I can think about is her sitting on my desk, panting like that as I slide my cock inside her. I groan and shift in my seat, my dick throbbing.
“So,” she says clipping her seat belt in. “Tell me more about this merger.”
Shit. She’s caught me off guard. I didn't think I’d need a back story prepared, because I figured she’d just go with it.
“It's two unities coming together as one. I’ve known both of them for a very long time, so they personally requested that I be part of this.” I’m pretty impressed with how good I made that sound, and none of it was a lie.
Maybe I should offer to write Josh’s vows for him.
“Nice,” she says with a smile. “I figured that it must be important for you to take time out of your weekend and pay me triple time.”
“Triple?” I say raising my eyebrows.
She shrugs. “I think that's fair, don’t you? You didn’t think that just because we’re seeing each other that I’d go easy on you, did you?”
“Fine. Triple it is, I guess.” I nod, hiding my smirk.
The last thing I want is her going easy on me.
I drive into the airport and park the car in the short-term parking section, then we carry our bags and check in for our flight. Every time I glance at her, I get this unfamiliar twinge of guilt rushing through me. I can tell myself as much as I like that I don't feel bad about lying to her, but the truth is, it’s all I can think about.
It's not like she's not going to figure it out the second we get there, anyway. It's just I know by then it will be too late for her not to go through with pretending to be my girlfriend.
I rub my head and sigh. I don't know why I didn't just ask her if she'd come with me in the first place. It’s not that big a jump from what we’re doing right now, anyway. But I couldn't risk even the slightest chance of her saying no.
“You booked us in first class?” she gasps as we board the plane. I nod, amused at how much she’s loving this. “Oh my God. I’ve never flown anywhere first class.”
She sighs as she sinks into her oversized reclining armchair and closes her eyes. I watch her for a moment and then sit down next to her.
“If you want another first, the bathroom’s just back there.” I say with a wink. Her eyes widen. “I'm joking,” I say with a chuckle. “Well, unless you're interested, that is?”
I glance at her bare thigh and resist the urge to reach out and touch it.
“We both know how daring you are,” I add with a sly grin. “Seducing your boss, and all that.”
“I seduced you?” she growls, her face going red. “Hold on, you were totally the instigator.”
“Come on,” I say with a laugh. “You act like you’re some innocent little lamb. Even if you didn’t make the first move, you set the idea in motion. You’re the one who got me thinking about you in that way. The way you spoke about sucking my cock and then turning up at my house? Is it any wonder I couldn’t stop thinking about you?”
“You couldn’t?” she asks with a smile.
“You sound surprised, but it’s exactly what you wanted. You manipulated me,” I say with a grin. I’m teasing her, but it’s exactly how I feel. I’ve been completely pussy whipped.
She bites her lip and looks down, a smile creeping across her lips. Then she glances behind us and back at me. Her eyes are laced with something I can’t quite put my finger on. She stands up and walks down the aisle, turning back after a few steps.
Her eyes sparkle. “So, are you coming, or not?”
I jump up. “With any luck, I will be in a minute,” I mutter.
The stall is much crampier than I was expecting, but we somehow make it work. I stare at her breasts as I lift her shirt over her head, then reach behind her back to unclasp her bra. I nod approvingly, taking her nipple in my mouth as I unbutton her jeans. I roll them down over her thighs, while she kicks off her shoes.
She removes her jeans while I thread her pink, lacey panties down over her legs. All I can smell is her sweet pussy, and it’s driving me crazy. I wrap my arms around her and press my lips against hers. She groans, pressing her body against me as my fingers circle her back.
“Hang on,” she says, pulling back enough to narrow her eyes at me. “How come I’m naked and you’re still completely dressed?”
“Because there’s something incredibly hot about fucking you, naked, in this tiny stall, while I’m still fully clothed,” I say. The plane jerks forward suddenly, sending me crashing into her.
“I think the question I should be asking, is how long we have before we take off,” she whispers, her face going pale. I chuckle, and she frowns at me. “Yeah, it’s all right for you. I’m the one who’s going to be sprawled out face down in the aisle out there, butt naked.”
“Relax. I’m sure we’ve got plenty of time,” I say with a laugh.
I lower my zip and reach inside my pants to free my very hard cock. She glances down and smiles as she wraps her fist around my shaft, sliding her fingers up and down my length as she presses her lips against mine. I groan and nudge her legs further apart. She takes the hint and positions her foot halfway up the wall, giving me much better access.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I mutter, sliding a finger inside her. She whimpers as I alternate between massaging her clit and thrusting my finger into her pussy. I lift my hand to my mouth and suck on my finger. “You taste pretty good too,” I mutter.
I get down on my knees and bury my tongue in her pussy. She gasps, covering her mouth with her arm to smother her screams. I take that as a challenge and work harder and faster, determined to get a very vocal reaction out of her. I lift her onto my face and suck her clit, wrapping my arms around her thighs for better control. She groans, thrashing around in my arms as she does everything she can to be quiet.
I smirk when she looks down and meets my eyes, then I slow things right down, focusing only on her clit. I suck it until it’s stiff, then bite down on it, before drawing circles around it with my tongue. She’s so close. I run my fingers up over her stomach, to her breasts, and roll her nipples between my fingers. She moans, her thighs clenching around my face as she flexes her hands against the wall, bracing herself.
“Holy shit,” she gasps, panting softly as I slide my tongue back and forth over her clit. “Oh God, please stop. I can’t. Oh God, I can’t…” Her voice trails off as I fuck her sweet pussy with my tongue. I’m relentless, and moments later, her body begins to spasm. “Oh God,” she cries out.
She groans loudly as she comes on my face. I grunt, ignoring the glower she’s directing my way as she rides out the last of her orgasm. When she’s done, I let her off me, laughing as she reaches over and slaps me on the arm.
“Hey,” I say with a grin. “I think what you mean is thank you.”
“Because now I have to go out there where everyone now knows exactly what you were doing to me in here?” she growls. “You’re lucky I’m not spiteful, or I’d be doing the same thing to you.”
I look down at my stiff cock and shrug.
“Knock yourself out.”
She opens her mouth to respond, just as a call is put out over the intercom to prepare for takeoff.
“Sorry. Looks like we’re out of time,” she says, smiling sweetly at me as she quickly dresses.
“Yeah, I bet you’re sorry,” I murmur, watching her step back into her panties and roll them up over her thighs.
This is certainly going to be an interesting trip.
We get off the plane and catch a cab to the hotel. It’s the same location as the wedding, so I’m nervous about running into someone who knows me. I glance over at Alana. This thing with her wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t planning on taking her to this wedding either, until Josh cornered me into naming a companion, but at that point, nothing had happened between us, so I figured it wouldn’t be a problem. Now, it all just feels complicated.
As we walk into the hotel, Alana looks around the lobby, her eyes wide. It’s a five-star place, like I always stay in, but the look on her face has me wondering if we’ve struck another first. She grabs my arm and pulls me aside, a serious expression on her face.
“So we’re on the same page, this is a business trip, right? Meaning, we keep things professional?” she says.
“Like on the plane?” She glares at me. “Okay,” I agree, swallowing a laugh. “But this isn’t work.”
“No, but it’s work related. I don’t want everyone at work thinking I got my promotion by sleeping with you, and the same goes for here. People will already be wondering if I’m sleeping with you. I don’t want to give them proof.”
“They’ll only get that if you’re as loud as you were on the plane,” I murmur. She glares at me, so I stop. “Okay. Point taken, and if that’s what you want. No sex. We even have separate rooms, so you don’t need to worry about the temptation being too much.”
I strut off over to the reception desk to check us in before she can respond to that.
“I'm sorry, sir. You said that you booked two rooms?” the attendant asks after I give her my name. She frowns at the computer screen.
“Yes,” I say, frowning. I know where this is going, and I can't believe it. Alana isn’t going to believe this is a mistake. She’ll think I had this planned. With everything else that’s going to piss her off, I don’t need this too.
“I'm so sorry, sir, but you only have the one room showing up on our system. We don’t have anything else available, either. There's a big wedding on this weekend.”
“I know,” I say, gritting my teeth. “I'm part of it.”
“It’s a double room if that helps at all,” she says with an unnaturally wide smile.
Sighing, I nod. It’s not like I have any choice other than to agree. At least we have separate beds. It wasn’t like I intend to let her use her room anyway, but I wanted her to know she had the option. And now with this no sex at work rule she’s implemented, I want it to be her decision to break it.
Our relationship has developed so fast that neither of us has really had time to process it. For all I know, she regrets sleeping with me in the first place. That wasn’t the impression I got on the plane, but still…
“Fine. If I can have the keys now, it would be greatly appreciated,” I say with fake gratitude.
I take the key and turn around, scanning the room for Alana. I spot her sitting over by the indoor water fountain, a look of dismay on her face. I watch her as she glances around, making sure nobody is looking before she tosses a coin into the water. I laugh and walk over there.
“What exactly are you doing?” I say with a grin.
“Oh my God, would you look at this?” she hisses. “Who the hell puts a water fountain in the middle of the lobby?”
“I'm glad you're enjoying it,” I say, amused. “But you do realize that it’s not a wishing well, right?”
“I was just making sure,” she says defensively, her cheeks flushing.
“What did you wish for?” I ask, looking at her closely.
“Nothing,” she mutters, refusing to look at me. “Can we go to our rooms now?” she asks, changing the subject.
“Sure, but there's, uh, a slight issue with the rooms,” I say. She raises her eyebrows at me. “I promise you, this isn’t some elaborate scheme to tempt you into my bed, but they've lost one of my room reservations.”
“Convenient,” she says. She narrows her eyes at me and frowns. “So, you expect me to share a bed with you?”
“No, of course not,” I growl, shaking my head. “There are two beds. It’s just the room we’re sharing. But, if that makes you uncomfortable, I can sleep in the lobby, or something.” I say. I glance around, looking for a good spot to sleep.
“Oh, don't be stupid.” she says rolling her eyes, “You think I’d have a problem sharing a room with you after what happened on the plane? And your kitchen counter?” she says with a giggle. “And everywhere else you’ve fucked me?”
“I didn’t want to assume,” I reply honestly. I also didn’t want her to think I wasn’t taking seriously what she’d said earlier.
“It’s fine,” she says. “I meant what I said about keeping things professional, but I think we can manage to share a room together. Of course, if you’re thinking that only one of those beds is going to be used, you’re going to be disappointed.”
“Not at all,” I say without missing a beat. “I have great plans to fuck you senseless in both of those beds when you finally come to terms with the fact that you can’t resist me. I figure we can use one for morning sex and the other for evening sex. Mix things up a bit.”
“I…” Her voice fades away as she stares at me, open-mouthed.
“See? You can’t even think of a way to respond to that,” I say as I grab our bags and walk over to the elevators.
She joins me a few seconds later, still not saying anything. Every now and then I feel the weight of her stare as she looks at me. When I finally catch her, I wink at her. She flushes and looks away. I tap my foot impatiently, and when the doors finally open, I’m happy to see the car is empty. I step in and smile at her.
“Coming in?” I ask. She hesitates. She doesn’t trust herself to be alone with me.
If she can’t even handle herself alone in an elevator with me, how is she going to handle sleeping in the same room as me? She steps inside, shooting me a glare, before facing away from me.
“This keeping things professional rule while at work is your call, remember. I’m more than happy to bend the rules.” I raise my eyebrows and grin as my gaze slides down over her ass. “Among other things.”
“God, you infuriate me sometimes,” she mutters.
Her eyes blazing, she turns around and walks over to where I'm standing. She presses herself against me, her mouth almost on mine. I groan as she reaches down and rubs her palm over my cock.
Holy shit, that feels good.
I cradle her face and press my mouth against hers, kissing her passionately. My heart pounds, because being with her is everything. I feel like her intention was to wind me up and show me that she is in charge, only now she can’t break away, and I can’t either. I’m resisting the urge just to rip her clothes off and drive myself into her right here and now. My hands creep towards the button on her jeans, when suddenly, the doors fly open.
We both spin around to see an elderly couple waiting to get in. Alana flushes and looks down while I smother a laugh. The lady hesitantly steps into the car, but her companion puts his arm out to stop her. He looks from Alana to me, alarm in his eyes. His expression has me seconds away from being in hysterics.
“He was just checking something in my eye,” Alana mumbles desperately.
Her comment sets me off. Alana glares at me, which makes me laugh harder. She would've been so much better off not saying anything at all.
“Stop laughing,” she hisses.
“I can’t,” I gasp through fits of laughter.
In the end, they decide to wait for the next elevator.
“Asshole,” Alana hisses when the doors close. She glares at me. “You made me look like a fool. Again.”
“I’m sorry, but you made yourself look like a fool.” I chuckle.
I reach for her hand, pulling her closer to me. She narrows her eyes, but then her expression softens, and she relents, letting me wrap my arms around her.
“And all because you can’t keep your hands off me.”
I open the door to our room and let her walk inside first. She looks around, examining everything from the minibar selections to the bathroom amenities. I check the message that’s flashing on the phone. It’s the reception desk, letting me know they found us a second room.
“You’ll be relieved to know that you don't have to share my room with me, after all,” I say when I find Alana in the bedroom.
“What do you mean?” she asks, frowning.
Is it just me, or does she look disappointed about that?
“The message on the phone was the reception desk, letting us know that they found another room,” I say. I run my fingers down over her arm and cock my head slightly. “If you like, we can pretend that message never came through…”
She looks up as I lean down and kiss her. I cup her neck, pressing my lips against hers, whilst guiding her back toward the bed. She sits down, lying back as I hover over her. She sighs as I lift up her shirt and kiss along her stomach.
Knock, knock, knock.
I roll over onto my back and groan while she stiffles a giggle.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I groan. It’s like nobody wants me to get off today.
“We can ignore them,” she suggests, a fire in her eyes. “It’s just going to be the hotel letting us know about the room.”
We both lie there, completely still, hoping they go away. Just when I think they have, the knocking starts again.
“Chase, are you in there? It's Josh.”
“Shit.” I mumble, jumping to my feet.
“Josh?” she repeats with a frown. “Who’s Josh?”
I glance back at Alana who’s looking at me, confused. I know the questions it’s going to raise, but I have to be honest with her.
“Josh…is my brother.”