Ravishing Room Service (The Heavenli Hotel Collection) (2 page)

‘How is your pasta?’ she asked.

‘It’s good,’ he said. ‘The best carbonara sauce in the city.’

‘You sound like you’re an expert,’ she said.

He flashed her his heart breaking grin. ‘I’m Italian, a true connoisseur.’ The words were loaded with meaning. She’d been right. This was a seduction. Her body hummed with anticipation. It didn’t look good to be too flustered.

‘I’ll give your compliments to the chef,’ she said.

‘Would you like to try some?’ he asked.

‘Sure.’

He wound the strands of fresh pasta around the fork, the creamy sauce clinging to its length. He held it out to her, and she reached across to take the tasty morsel in her mouth. She closed her lips on the pasta, and pulled back, letting her mouth slide lasciviously off the fork.

‘You like it?’ he asked. His pupils had dilated at the sight of her suggestively sucking the pasta off the fork.

She nodded. ‘Of course I like it. I was the one who got Marco to put it on the menu.’

He pushed some more pasta onto his fork. ‘A woman of good taste. Interesting.’

‘Why are you in New York?’ she asked.

‘Business.’

‘What kind of business?’

He raised an eyebrow at her. ‘You really want to talk about work right now?’

‘You’re discussing pasta that’s made in the restaurant where I work,’ said Regina. ‘You’re discussing what I do for a living, why can’t we discuss what you do?’

‘It’s a fair point,’ he conceded. ‘But still, that’s not why I invited you in.’

‘Oh yes,’ said Regina taking a sip of her champagne and giving him a seductive smile. You wanted a dinner companion.’

‘That’s it exactly,’ said Oliver.

‘I believe that when you invite someone for dinner it’s customary for them to eat as well.’

‘You want more pasta
?’ he asked.

She shook her head. ‘I’m not into carbs. I’m more of a carnivore.’

‘Really,’ he said his eyes hot with desire. ‘You want me to order something?’

She shook her head. ‘I don’t think that will be necessary.’

She got up and walked over to him.

He looked up at her. ‘I think you’re a woman who’s used to calling the shots. But if you want this, and I
know
you want this, then we’re going to have to do this my way. Do you understand?’

A shiver ran down her back. This sounded perfect. She was nervous, but totally ready.

‘I understand.’

‘Good.’

He turned his chair so he was looking straight at her. She felt his eyes running the length of her body.

‘Take off your jacket.’

She slipped out of her jacket, pushing her shoulders back and her chest forward, so her breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her blouse. She let it fall on the floor.

‘Your blouse needs to go.’

She opened the buttons one by one until they were all open. She took it off, her nipples dusky rose against the pale pink lace of her bra. His eyes took in her breasts with obvious approval, and her nipples tightened under his intense gaze. Every nerve ending that she had was buzzing with electricity. This was hot. He was going to touch her, right? If he didn’t touch her soon then she was likely to combust.

‘Your skirt.’ His expression hadn’t changed, but the glint in his eyes and the huskiness that had appeared in his voice told a different story.

She undid the button of her skirt and wriggled her hips slowly, causing the material to slide down her legs and pool on the floor around her. She stepped out of the skirt. She was just wearing her bra, panties and ridiculously high heels.

‘Come over here,’ he said. She walked towards him, stopping when she was around an inch away from him. Her breath caught in her throat. Fuck he was sexy.

‘Turn around,’ he asked her. She did what he said. She felt vulnerable with her back to him.

‘Spread your legs.’

Now he was talking. She did as he asked, feeling the butterflies of anticipation that were circling in the pit of her stomach.

‘Bend over.’

‘What?’ she asked.

‘Bend over and hold each ankle,’ he said.

She did what he asked, bending at the waist and gripping each ankle. Her hair grazed the carpet. She realised that the movement had exposed her pussy to him. A gauze thin layer of lace was all that separated him from the soft slick moistness of her sex. He was practically eye level with it.

She felt his hands on her, one on the outside of each thigh, her muscles taught from the high heels. All of a sudden she felt his breath against her sex. It was like a fire had been lit, her body revelled in the sensation, but wanted more. He blew along the length of her, making her ache for his touch. She wished with every fibre of her being that he would move his mouth closer to her. She wanted to feel the softness of his lips against her own. But he refused to
do it, preferring to tease her instead. His warm breath tormented her in the best possible way.

His hand moved away from the outside of her thigh, and she lamented the loss of even that relatively chaste touch. But not for long. His finger probed her entrance which was slick with want. He slid his finger inside her, incrementally so her body could accommodate him. The position tightened her vagina, increasing the pleasure while her head being between her legs meant she was deliciously light-headed.

She began to move her hips back and forwards against her hand, delighting in the friction and the movement.

‘You like that don’t you?’ he said.

She moaned her assent.

‘What were you doing in your office earlier on?’ he asked.

‘T-t-t-touching myself,’ she stammered, caught up in feelings ebbing from her core.

‘You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?’ he asked.

‘Yes.’

‘What are you?’

‘A…dirty girl,’ she gasped, and was rewarded by him slipping another finger inside her.

‘What were you thinking about when you were touching yourself?’ he asked.

‘I was thinking…about you.’

She heard the sharp intake of breath. ‘Thinking what about me?’

‘Imagining what it would be like to fuck you.’

She got a third finger for that, and she bucked against his hand, trying to get a rhythm going.

‘Would you like me to fuck you like this?’ he asked.

‘Yes.’

His fingers disappeared, leaving her feeling bereft.

‘You can stand up now,’ he told her. ‘But don’t turn around. Do you understand?’

‘I understand.’

She stood up, feelin
g a rush of blood to the head so strong she nearly fell over. She could hear the sound of his belt being undone behind her, along with the swish of fabric that let her know that his pants had come off. There was the sound of buttons being undone, and another layer of fabric being removed. His shirt. He was naked behind her. Every atom of her being wanted to turn around and look at him, but she knew that she had to wait until he told her what to do.

‘Turn around.’

She followed his command and gasped. He looked even better naked than he did clothed. Broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist. Muscular thighs more than hinted at a punishing workout regimen, his skin was tan. But what held Regina’s gaze more than anything else was the rock hard erection between his legs. Even the thought of that thing pushing inside her made her want to melt.

Guessing her thoughts, Oliver chuckled. ‘Not yet, honey. On your knees.’

She sank to her knees. She leaned forward to take his manhood in her mouth, but he pulled  away. ‘No baby, I haven’t asked you to do anything yet.’

She sat back on her knees and pouted. Days of frustration were desperate for release. She was nervous about what was going to come next. He was huge, and she wondered how she could fit him inside her mouth, but goodness she couldn’t wait to try.

‘Ready baby?’ he asked. She nodded.

‘Then suck me.’

Regina leaned over and licked the bead of moisture that was on the tip of his cock. It had been way to long. She placed her lips on his head, and slid her lips down his shaft. She was gratified to hear him gasp out loud. She licked and laved him, loving the feel of his swollen sex underneath her mouth. She grazed her teeth along its length.

She started up a steady rhythm as he tangled his hands in her hair, pulling down sharply. She loved this. Ed had been a conservative lover, he wasn’t comfortable taking control with her. Oliver, on the other hand, was a revelation.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Regina loved this. When he took her by the shoulders and pushed her gently but firmly away from him she was taken aback.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ she asked.

He gave her that panty-melting smile. ‘No, I’m just not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.’

‘Would that be such a bad thing?’ she asked. She wanted to keep going.

‘I have something in mind that may be more…mutually pleasing.’

Regina felt like she was about to combust as it was.

He helped her to her feet and walked her over to the sofa.

‘Kneel on the sofa,’ he asked her. She did as he said.

‘Grip on to the back, and stick your ass out.’

Regina complied with gladness.

He stood behind her, slipping his hand between her legs. His fingers caressed her clitoris, rubbing the nub until she thought she was going to scream. He was priming her, but she didn’t need it. It wasn’t possible to be wetter than she was right now.

He pushed the damp scrap of lace down her legs.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he said as he rolled on a condom.

She groaned with pleasure as he pressed against her entrance. He paused, and she wriggled against him imp
atiently.

‘You’re feisty, aren’t you?’ he laughed, trailing a lazy hand down the outside of her thigh.

‘I just want you to fuck me,’ she said, her heart was hammering. She felt like she was going to die if he didn’t enter her soon.

‘Say please,’ he teased her.

‘Please!’ she begged.

The sensation of him entering her was nothing short of breath
taking. He rode her hard making her cry out in pleasure. Her breasts bounced as he drove into her again and again and again. His hands were on her hips pulling her against him to get as deep as possible. The pleasure built and built until she exploded into a thousand pieces, followed just seconds after by him.

‘Stay
,’ he said as she got up and got dressed. The offer was tempting, but she knew she couldn’t stay. The sex had been mind-blowing, she had never had sex like it in her life. Just her luck that it had happened with a visiting businessman who she’d never see again. She was better off not staying, in case she got too attached.

‘I’ve got to go,’ she said. She rang a cab and got out of the hotel as fast as she could. Back to her empty apartment.

She could cope with that, right?

At breakfast a couple of mornings later a very put together woman came up to the desk.

‘Can I help you?’ asked Regina.

‘Breakfast please,’ she said, checking her email on her phone and not making eye contact with her.

‘What room are you in?’ asked Regina.

‘The Gabriel Suite.’

The news dashed all the hope she had left in her store. He’d checked out. She had no way of contacting him.
She’d known in reality that it was all over, but knowing that the door was closed for good was immensely painful. She’d replayed the events of the other night over and over in her head. Why was the one man she’d met and had sexual chemistry the one that was a visiting businessman? And she’d fallen for him – hard. It was the oldest story in the book.

She showed the woman to her table, and then went into the refuge of her office. She needed to get some time to think straight. To wallow in her misery.

She took a mug of coffee to her office and was drinking it when she heard a knock on the door.

‘
Come in,’ she called. The door opened and to her surprise she saw Oliver standing in there.

For a moment she couldn’t say anything. Seeing him.
in the flesh brought back a tonne of images. Eventually she stuttered out ‘I thought that you had checked out.’

‘I did,’ he said. ‘My apartment was ready to move into.’

‘So you’re staying in New York?’ she asked, unable to believe it.

‘I am. I’m a little lonely though, I don’t know many people yet. I was thinking that maybe you could come out and grab some dinner with me?’

‘Like, a date?’ she asked.

‘Sure,’ he said.

‘I thought that what happened last night was just a one night stand,’ she said.

He walked towards her desk, placing his two palms on the desk. ‘You’re smart, successful, and have impeccable taste in food. Why on earth would I want to let you go?’