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To heck with it, I thought. What harm could come from texting him? It was almost midnight anyway. He was probably fast asleep.
I quickly texted: Hey.
Almost immediately, my phone vibrated in my hand with a response.
I was just thinking about you.
I grinned, feeling all giddy inside. Jase had that effect on me. Or maybe it was the Stoli. Before I could text back, he sent another message.
What are you doing right now?
Again, tipsy Kelly was in charge, and she decided she wanted to cross the boundaries that sober Kelly had put in place.
Drinking at my hotel bar and getting hornier with every drink.
This time, it took a little longer for his response, but when it did come, I almost fell off the bar stool.
I could come help you out with that...if you want? ?
Did you just offer to come make me…come?
Yes. Multiple times. I can be there in 20.
I hesitated. Even in my inebriated state, I was thinking of my job. I didn’t want to do anything to screw up the paycheck I had coming my way when this was all said and done. But these hormones of mine, they didn’t give a damn about professionalism and having bills to pay.
I don’t know...Sex with a stranger isn’t really my thing,I texted back.
And it wasn’t. As a grown-ass woman, I’d had my share of sexual partners, but none of them were random, and none of them had gotten the goodies without me dating them for at least several months.
We don’t have to have sex. There’s a thousand other ways for me to make you come, as you already know.
The muscles south of my navel flexed, remembering how hard Jase had made me orgasm using just his kisses and his fingers. Sex between co-workers never ended well. But what was the harm in a little foreplay?
Before I could talk myself out of it, I texted back: Frisco B&B, Room 618. 20 minutes or I’m going to bed.
Slapping a few bills down, I left the bar. Every step I took was unsteady, letting me know just how intoxicated I was.
My room was nice and cool, providing a welcome respite for my burning-up body. A sure sign that I was wasted was that I had started sweating like a pig. I decided to freshen up a bit before Jase got here, and zigzagged my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth and splash some water on my face. My hair was up in a messy bun and a few tendrils had fallen loose. I decided to leave it be. If things went as planned, it would only be getting messier.
I sprayed on a bit of perfume and stumbled back into the room, walking past the bed because if I laid down, I would pass right out. As I settled on the couch, my phone buzzed with a text.
Just parked. At your door in five.
The muscles in my vagina flexed in anticipation, quashing any lingering nervousness.
True to his word, there was a knock at my door a few minutes later. I got up and opened it, finding Jase’s tall, muscled body filling the small doorway almost to capacity. He was dressed in grey sweats and a clean white t-shirt.
Our eyes met, and then it was on. At the same time, we reached for one another, our mouths crashing together hungrily. Uninhibited, I moaned as I kissed him, taking the lead for once and sliding my tongue inside his mouth. If Jase was surprised by this new me, he didn’t show it. He kissed me back passionately as his hand came around to clasp the back of my head.
“I want you,” I whispered in between kisses.
He pulled back to look at me.
“And I want you,” he replied in a husky voice, turning me on even more. “But you’re clearly wasted and I refuse to take advantage of you like that.”
My raging hormones promptly fell flat.
“Wha-what?” It wasn’t until I spoke that I heard the slur in my words. I really was wasted. Who wanted to have sex with a sloppy-drunk girl? Embarrassment heated my face. I backed up a step, and then another, wanting to put space between me and Jase. He moved further into the room, casually kicking the door closed behind him.
