บททั้งหมดของ Holiday Heat (A collection of Short Erotica Holiday Stories): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

The figure—scratch that—my husband’s marketing director seems to be more in shock than I am, seeing how stunned he is and how his briefcase is on the floor. I lick my lips, still tasting the minty taste of my bodyguard. “Mrs Moore…” He clears his throat as he speaks, quickly picking up his briefcase. This is a huge mess. I straighten my hair and dress when I see some workers walking past the elevator. None of them look in my direction; they all mind their business. And as I take a step to leave the elevator, I realize I’m not holding my bag. I must have dropped it when he was kissing the fuck out of me. I lower my eyes, searching the elevator floor, but he is already holding my bag out to me. My bodyguard. I take it, carefully avoiding his hand, trying not to look at his face. As if that would make anything better. “Mr McKinney.” I walk out of the elevator confidently. I cannot and will not make myself look scared in front of my husband’s employee. I finally look at my

I wake up, alone, staring at the wall clock in my room. He gave me one of the best sex sessions of my life, and he left without letting me know. I sigh, groan, hands on my face, wondering if I’ve made the worst mistake of my life. I thought of dashing out of my room to hug him, tell him never ever to leave my sight. And I do—at least one of those things. But he isn’t there, at my door. I’m being delusional, knowing he’s only ever at my door when I inform him of leaving the mansion.Am I in love? I shake the thought off immediately. I need to pee and wash up. Down there aches sweetly, and I can’t walk properly. Yeah, undoubtedly the best sex of my life.Minutes pass in silence. Just the sound of the clock ticking, then my phone ringing. My phone! I jump out of bed and rush to it.But the smile on my face disappears faster than I had ran to pick up the call when I see it’s my husband calling. I expected a call from the man who’s probably scared of what our encounter will mean. Delusiona

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I tell him as he wraps his hand gently around my neck and pulls me close to his lips, only to tease me with a kiss, denying me one. He ends up kissing my jaw instead, which is still a win. “So–” my breast fills his large hand and he sucks it, the same hand playing with the nipple of my other breast, tugging at it hard. My pussy twitches and I moan, kissing his ear. “How old are you?” He asks. “Fuck me, Damian,” I beg, rubbing my ass continuously against his now-hard cock, almost kissing his lips. He stills my movement, denying me the second time. “What’s your name?” He tucks my hair behind my ear, staring deep into my eyes. I feel it in my soul. I recognize the look in his eyes because I looked at him the same way during our last sex. “Tell me your name.” “Kayla.” He thinks. Probably wondering if I told him the wrong name. “And I’m twenty-six.” That shocks him. “Twenty-six?” I nod. “You’re such a baby. A very pretty one.” His head comes