Page 147 of So This Is War
“Denial is an ugly thing, Posey,” Eli says in a scoff.
“Which is why you shouldn’t be denying the fact that you’re annoying.” I pat him on the cheek. “That pretty boy face is goingto turn into an ogre expression. Might even grow a single black hair on the tip of your nose.”
Eli’s expression falls flat. “My case in point.”
“That’s not annoying. That’s just stating facts.”
The elevator doors part open and I bolt out of the elevator and down the hall.
“Some might think you have a girl in your room,” Eli calls out, but I just ignore him as I reach my room, open it with the key card, and then let myself in, only to find the room blistering hot.
“Jesus fuck,” I say. “It’s hot in here.”
Wylie takes that moment to walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of underwear and a white tank top with the hem tied up around her breasts.
What in the fuck is she doing?
“You’re back,” she says as she walks behind me. “Let me take your jacket for you.”
“Why is it so hot in here?”
“I watched the game, and you know, I just thought you looked a little stiff. So I came up with an idea to help with that.” She hangs my suit jacket in the closet, then guides me over to the bed. “I’m going to need you to strip out of your pants, though.”
Oh, she has fucking plans. I can see it in her eyes. There’s an evil gleam, and I realize that whatever is about to happen will be absolute hell.
“You seem a little shocked by the heat, so let me help you.” She walks up to me and, before I comprehend what she’s doing, she undoes my pants and leaves them open, then starts unbuttoning my dress shirt.
Her fingers play against my chest as I stare down at her deliciously curvy body. I take that moment to observe her as she works on my buttons. The way her body curves dramatically at her hips, giving her that hourglass figure is sexy as fuck. She’snot model thin, something I love about her body. I want nothing more than to turn her around, bend her over, and grip those hips, that ass, and claim it as mine.
When she’s done with the buttons, she pushes the shirt off and then brings me over to the bed where she sits me down. Hands on my knees, she kneels in front of me, causing my cock to jolt as she removes my shoes.
“Don’t think I’m paying you for this kind of service,” I say as she sets my shoes to the side. I lift so she can pull my pants off as well.
“This is something special.” She winks, then lays me down on the bed, flat on my back.
“Does it have to be this hot?” I ask.
“Yes,” she answers as she walks away.
“Where are you going?”
“Just rest there for a moment. Let the heat sink in.”
“Wylie, it’s already sunk in. I’m sweating.”
“Good,” she says as she reappears from the bathroom, but this time, she has the ice bucket in her arm.
She sets the ice bucket next to me.
“Like I said, you were quite stiff throughout the game, and I thought that maybe you needed some help relaxing your muscles and working through any tension you might be keeping in your shoulders.”
And then, to my fucking surprise and joy, she straddles my lap and rests her center right on top of my now hardening cock.
She has to feel it. She smiles before picking up some ice and bringing it to my chest.
I suck in air as she moves the ice up my chest and around my pecs.
“Relax, Levi,” she coos as I stare right down her shirt.
