Overtime Play (5 page)

He adjusted his hard-on and headed out of the crowed. A group of women hollered for him to come back, but he kept going. He sat at the bar.

All day long he’d behaved like a dick, pretending as though last night hadn’t happened. Tonight he wasn’t any better. But he had breaking points. One of which was the sight of her grinding against another man on the dance floor. How did she think he’d react? With an enthusiastic thumbs-up?

He slurped down a drink and wandered through the halls of the convention center, watching flocks of partygoers whirl by. Some clung to friends, singing loudly. Jeremy sighed. What was it about conferences that made middle-age men act like drunk college kids? As if getting high off of liquor was going to somehow magically transport them back to the good old days?

Feeling the beginning of a headache, he found a lobby chair away from the bedlam, and thought about Mira. Women had never been so difficult to appease before. They usually were agreeable whenever he flashed them a smile. But Mira was different. She wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily. Fuck.

At this rate he’d be sporting a perpetual hard-on for the rest of the conference.

His cell phone suddenly rang. When he saw who it was, he flipped opened the device and snapped, “What is it?”

On the other end, Chad laughed loudly. “Did I call at a bad time?”

“What is it?”

“Just calling to give you the weekly update.”

“Has anyone burned down the damn building?” he asked, rapping his knuckles against the chair. The last thing he wanted to talk about was the station. Not when his thoughts were on an entirely different and more pleasurable matter.

“No.”

“Then don’t call.”

A moment of silence passed between them.

“Just fuck her if you’re that hard-up.”

“Shit.” It didn’t surprise him that Chad had somehow found out about Mira. His friend was a gossip-hound.

“She wears ugly black pant suits.” He cringed. What was he, ten?

“Like you care,” snickered Chad. “Have some fun for once. What’s the use of being rich and famous if you don’t engage in a quick fuck when you’re out of town?”

“It’s not like that. I’m paying her five thousand to be my assistant. It’s strictly business.”

“Why so much cash?”

“Chad, not now,” warned Jeremy. “I’m not up for one of your Q&A sessions, dude.”

“Jeremy?”

“Yeah?”

“She doesn’t wear glasses, bro. You lied.”

Jeremy hung up the phone. Chad didn’t need to know Mira’s description. It was none of his fucking business. She was his. She just didn’t know it yet.

****

The following evening, Mira roamed the halls in search of the pool. Though the hotel boasted of four, large, family-friendly pools, she opted for the smaller one in hopes that she’d have the place to herself. She smiled upon discovering that she did. The space consisted of a circular pool, hot tub, and sauna. She walked to the hot tub and settled in.

For the sixth day in a row she’d dealt with Jeremy’s intense stares. After an awkward first meeting, where he mumbled an apology for behaving like an ass last night, he’d gone all bizarre on her. When she’d sat next to him during an interview with a rival station, he’d just stared at her as though he’d expected her to join in the conversation about his background in deejaying and children’s charities.

When they’d grabbed a quick bite to eat at one of the boardwalk’s restaurants, he’d looked at her strangely, without saying a word, as though he was trying to figure something out. She wished he would figure it out already. His weird stares were beginning to rattle her confidence.

Luckily, she only had two more days in Daytona. Then she’d be home.

Although her brain told her going back home was for the best, her heart wallowed a little at the realization that her life would return to normal. That she’d become the mistress of the file room once more. She sighed deeply. I’ll be able to take care of Uncle Leo, though, she coached herself. That’s what matters!

She wrapped her braids up in a quick up-do, leaned her head back in the hot tub and dozed off. The hot bubbles felt good on her skin, calming her nerves. After a few minutes, she got out, stretched, and walked to the sauna. It was smaller than most, but comfortable enough. She placed a long towel on the wood and lay down, leaving the doors slightly cracked by wedging her flip flops between the panels.

She lay there for awhile, dozing in and out of sleep. From somewhere outside, she thought she heard a swimmer taking laps in the pool, but she wasn’t sure. Thoughts of Jeremy floated in and out of her subconscious. She couldn’t escape them. Even when she hid herself away in a sauna to relax, he haunted her.

A sudden sound interrupted her musings. Slowly, she willed her body to sit up straight and then adjusted her eyes to the darkness. Someone stood in the entranceway, toweling his face. It was Jeremy. A half-naked Jeremy.

For a split second she thought she was dreaming. Thought her mind had pulled her into another erotic vision, where Jeremy played the role of hunky sex god, and she, of course, the role of decadent mistress, so eager to please.

But a pinch of her skin revealed the obvious.

He was there.

She was there.

And they were both semi-nude.

Oh, Lord.

Her eyes gleamed up at him. Bathed in the sauna’s orange ultraviolet light, he looked like a Greek god come to life. From his strong, sculpted shoulders to his lean six pack abs, the man was a double dose of fineness. His legs, incredibly long and muscled. His biceps, flexing pieces of flesh. His feet and hands, as big as a giant’s. He was too big and too raw for the small space, and the ceiling seemed to shrink in his presence.

She swallowed nervously, her eyes shifting to his blue swimming trunks, where she saw the outline of his large cock. Vivid memories from the past week came back to haunt her; the winks he’d given her, the hot kiss, the dance floor fiasco, and of course, the basement of Hell meeting from weeks ago.

The sauna got hotter. Shit. Had she replaced one Hell for another?

“Mira?” He looked around the dim room, then back at her. “I didn’t know you were here. I’m not stalking you, if that’s what you think.”

She rushed to soothe him. “I know. It’s okay.”

Given her horny state, she wouldn’t have minded if he had stalked her.

Both of them stared at each other.

She bit down on her lower lip. All she wore was a skimpy one piece suit that let out at the sides and back. Her breasts were practically falling out of the flimsy material. His eyes took in every detail. She opened her mouth to say something, anything to rescue them from each other, but it was too late.

One minute he was standing in the entranceway, and the next minute he was pulling her up by the shoulders, slipping his tongue inside her mouth. And she was groaning at the soft, urgent pull. Tilting her head to give him better access, soaking in the feel of his lips, wet and warm, possessing her. Was anything better than a mind-blowing kiss?

She clung to his neck, losing herself in the play of tongues, enjoying the feel of his grip on her ass and his cock against her stomach. He kissed her like he owned her, branding her lick by lick. She reveled in it, running her hands through his chest hair, tugging and sucking on his bottom lip greedily.

When she moaned for more, he picked her up and leaned her against the cool sauna door. She watched in fascination as he pulled the top of her bathing suit down and sucked a nipple into his mouth. The fast, gentle tugs made her lightheaded with pleasure. It was just like the night before. But better. Her back arched in bliss.

“You like that, don’t you,” he commented, switching to the other nipple.

She nodded, wishing he would shut up and fuck her. She reached down to cup his shaft through his trunks. He was rock hard and huge. When she traced his swollen cock with the tip of her finger, he jerked wildly. She purred in delight.

“You like that, don’t you,” she whispered.

His head fell against the sauna door. “Don’t…parrot…me.”

She laughed. Even when she was having her way with his dick, he still found a way to dish out orders. He’d learn. “What do you plan on doing about it, boss man?”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t—what?”

He growled loudly.

“Parrot me.”

She knew she was behaving like an ass by mimicking him, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. For a year, she’d fantasized about fucking his brains out. Had yearned for something she’d thought would always be out of reach. Now she had him exactly where she wanted.

She’d do whatever she damn well pleased.

She dug her fingers inside his trunks and wrapped her hand around the length of his hot pulsating flesh. Then she stroked him up and down for several tension-filled moments, amazed at his hugeness.

A laugh of triumph bubbled from her throat. She was finally touching him, feeling him in the most intimate way. With a kiss to his neck, she gripped the root of his cock and lifted his sack for a fuller exploration. A jagged sound escaped him. His body tightened. His hips pushed and rocked against her grip. Smoothing a hand over his chest, she stroked harder and tighter, until she thought she might be hurting him. He dripped with pre-cum, his balls hot against her inner thighs. She pulled upward, rubbed the wet curve with the heel of her palm and pushed down.

“Mira.” He gasped. “Please.”

A thrill shot through her. She had never heard him beg for anything before. It turned her on immensely. Her fingers flicked the tip of his crown. “Please what, Mr. Rain?”

He jerked as if she’d touch him with a live wire. “Please stop doing what you’re fucking doing or else I’m not going to last.” His dark eyes narrowed. His breathing became fast and erratic. Did he really want her to stop?

Ignoring his half-hearted pleas, she continued stroking his engorged cock, loving the clouded look of pleasure in his eyes and the warm feel of his skin. He clutched her hand in an effort to stop her, but she flicked him away and continued pumping faster, harder than before, causing him to tremble violently. He cursed. Flexed. Groaned. Her womb clenched at the incredible sexy sound.

Outside she heard a group of swimmers, but their presence did not stop her ministrations, only made her wildly uninhibited. She wanted to see him fall apart for her. Wanted to see him beg for release.

“Say please, hon,” she whispered, “Say please if you can’t take it anymore.” Their gazes locked. She knew he did not like taking orders, but she would not back down. “Say it—”

He swallowed and uttered the word in complete submission. “Please.”

She flicked her fingers against the smooth head of his cock. It was enough to send him over the edge. Enough to have him letting loose a ring of curses as a stream of hot cum shot from him and landed on her thighs. She’d never been more turned on in her entire life. Would she ever get enough of the man? He collapsed on a nearby bench, dragging her down with him, placing a sloppy kiss on her mouth.

“My God,” he whispered, his golden skin glistening with sweat. “You’re just full of surprises.”

A satisfied smile lit up her face. “You have no idea.”

****

Part of her wanted to screw Jeremy right there, but the sounds from the pool made her listen to reason. She adjusted her bathing suit and pulled him to his knees. They grabbed their swimming bags and headed toward the shower room. By the time they reached an open stall, she was shaking with anticipation. She watched, transfixed, as Jeremy closed the curtains then pushed her into the corner of the stall.

“What were you thinking?” he asked, a small frown tilting the corners of his mouth.

Pleasure, so sweet, rippled across her skin. So, the great Jeremy Rain was a bit frazzled by the entire experience? She chuckled. Poor baby. He’d get over it, no doubt. “Are you complaining, Mr. Rain?”

He growled and she blinked. He put his hands on both sides of her head. “No, sweetheart, I’m not complaining. I’m just wondering what the fuck made you think you could jerk me off in a public place like that. Someone could’ve walked in.”

Her fingers flicked water off his chest. “No one walked in, so chill out.”

He leaned in closer, his eyes a fiery hazel. “Still, someone could’ve…”