(This story is for mature audiences only! 21+)****************Myrna crammed the papers inside her bag and jerked the zipper closed before continuing through the overdone hotel lobby on her way to her sixth-floor room. A long, hot bath sounded like heaven. How had she let her associate dean talk her into presenting at this stupid conference in the first place? What a total waste of time. The other professors in her field wouldn’t know an innovative idea if it stood on its head and sang “The Star-Spangled Banner.” And why did she care what her colleagues thought of her methods anyway? Students loved her classes. They were always full. She had waiting lists for—Steps echoed hers. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She paused —her heart racing, palms damp.Whoever followed stopped several steps behind her. She could hear him breathing.Jeremy?No. It couldn’t be her ex-husband. He didn’t know how to find her. Right? Tell that to the cold sweat trickling between her breast
Brian flushed the toilet and leaned against the stall door. He pressed the back of his wrist against his mouth and swallowed several times to fight his nausea.No good.He rushed forward and vomited into the toilet again. One day he would learn the limit of his alcohol tolerance. Apparently, today wasn’t the day.“Dude, do you need me to hold your hair for you?” Eric called from outside the stall. He snickered.“Fuck you,” Brian gasped, and threw up again.“That’s a lot of perfectly good beer you’re wasting.”“If you want it, come get it.”Brian leaned against the cool, metal partition and flushed the toilet with his foot. He stood there for a moment and finally decided he felt well enough come out of the stall.Eric looked at him hopefully. “Better?”Brian nodded slightly.“You’ve gotta stop letting chicks get to you.”Tell him something he didn’t know.Brian moved to the sink and rinsed his mouth with water several times before glancing in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes. Pale and waxy s
“He’ll get it out of his pants, but he’ll pass out before he does anything with it,” Jace said.“He won’t even find her room.” Trey entered his bet and polished off his beer in three gulps. He stuck the cherry sucker he’d rescued from Brian in his mouth.Brian shook his head. The company he kept. Sheezus!He concentrated on walking a straight line to the elevator and, once inside, pushed the button to the sixth floor. He leaned against the wall as the car rose, his stomach settling in his boots. What was her room number again? Six something teen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Fourteen? He should have written it down. His eyes drifted closed as he thought about the feel of Myrna’s breath against his ear. Her soft voice played through his head.Six fifteen. He remembered now. He knew he wasn’t at his best. Why had she picked him? What could she possibly find attractive about him at the moment? Not that he was complaining. He just didn’t get it. And she’d been sitting next to Sed. The guy drew chick
Moist heat trailed up the side of Myrna’s neck. She sighed, more asleep than awake. A gentle suction just under her ear drew a shudder from her body. She gave herself over to the feel of his mouth against her skin and the warm strength of his hard body behind her. The backs of his fingers brushed over the bare skin just beneath her navel. Her body tensed with need. His fingers slid beneath the waistband of her panties, teasing curls of hair as he sought her clit. She was so hot and swollen. How had he gotten her so worked up so quickly? His fingers stroked her with the speed, pressure, and rhythm required to bring her to orgasm in seconds.“Oh God!” she cried as her body convulsed with release. She’d never climaxed so quickly in her life.She turned her head to seek his mouth with hers. She reached for him, her hand finding the warm skin of his arm. He’d removed his shirt while she’d been sleeping. A little more exploring found he still wore his jeans. Damn.He kissed her, and then sh
“Oh God,” she groaned. He was good at this, too?Brian continued sucking and stroking her with his tongue. Her pussy throbbed in protest of its neglect. She wanted him inside her so bad. His big, beautiful cock pounding her fast and hard. She couldn’t take any more. She had to have him.She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him away from the glorious things he was doing to her clit. “Take me, Brian,” she said. “Now.”“Not yet.”If demands didn’t work, perhaps begging would earn his mercy. “Please. Please, Brian. I ache with wanting you inside me.”His fingers traced the slippery rim of her eager opening. “You want me inhere?”She shifted her hips, willing to accept even his fingers inside her. Anything to fill that aching emptiness.He drew his hand away, leaving her wanting. “You’re dripping wet, baby. Has it been a while since you’ve been fucked properly?”She wasn’t sure if she’d ever been fucked properly. She knew she’d never been this turned on in her life. “You’re cruel.
Walking through a hotel in nothing but a bathrobe and panties… Only Brian Sinclair could talk Myrna into doing something that bold. He’d actually tried to convince her to go naked, but she’d reminded him that her stuffed-shirt colleagues would likely be roaming the halls at this hour. She and Brian took the elevator to the top floor. While the car rose, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple.“I’m sorry to make you miss your conference.”“No, you aren’t.” And she wasn’t either.He grinned deviously. “You’re right. I’m not.”“At least I don’t have to present a session today. How would I look walking up on stage bowlegged and limping?”“You’d look sexy,” he said. “Especially since I’d know why you were walking funny.” He tapped her nose with his fingertip.She tried to ignore the little thrill of happiness that fluttered through her heart. She was glad they’d be saying their good-byes tonight. The last thing she needed in her life was a distraction as monumental as
He stared her down until she had to look away. And he thought Brian was intense? Jeez!“Leave her alone, Trey,” Jace said.“Am I wrong?” Trey said over his shoulder.“No, but that’s not her fault.”Trey looked at her again. He sighed. “I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”“He’s lucky to have someone who cares so much about him.”Trey cocked an eyebrow at her and laughed. “Yeah, I guess. One or the other of us always has our nose in his business. Just forget I said anything.”Trey finished scribing the last few lines of music. Myrna closed her robe and tied it with the sash. She sat in one of the dining chairs and listened to Jace play, her foot tapping in time. Trey spread the score sheets across the table and started playing again, pausing every few measures to add a second set of rapid notesabove Brian’s sustained notes. Trey’s signature shred complimented Brian’s wail. It’s what made them sound so good when they played together. Moments later Brian returned, picked up his guitar
“I don’t think anyone intends to break hearts.” He paused. “Well, Sed, maybe. I’d just like a few minutes with something a little more permanent than a fucking tour bus, you know?”“I understand, but—”“Even if I’m just pretending.”“Brian, if I’m not careful, the person who is going to get their heart broken is me.”“We could always try to make something out of this.”“It’s just not pos—” He covered her mouth with one hand.“Okay, don’t say it. Just let me pretend then.” He kissed her temple and moved his hand from her mouth to her breast. “I’ll get really drunk tomorrow to try to forget you.”“Brian.”“I’m kidding. If you want no strings, no strings you’ll get.”She didn’t know if she believed him, but she felt a measure of relief. Her career was complicated enough. She didn’t have time for a serious relationship. Especially a long distance one that had no chance of success. And afterJeremy… She forced thoughts of her ex-husband out of her mind.Brian lifted her from her comfortabl