Page 77 of Mistletoe Mistake
“Was that alright?” he asked, and I simply nodded, unable to speak. His smirk sent another jolt of pleasure through me. I loved when he was satisfied. “Good. There's just one more thing I want to try.”
One more time, he stood up, grabbing a condom from the bedside table and rolling it onto his cock, which was hard and ready again. Using yet another ice cube, he ran it up and down the condom, cooling the whole thing, hissing against the cold and making me even more curious about what it would feel like inside. Without any further warning, he popped the ice cube in his mouth and quickly mounted me, pushing deep inside before the effect was lost.
The cold didn’t compare to the cube itself, but I definitely felt the coolness along his whole length as he filled me up, my pussy contracting around him in response. Cole groaned at the sensation, and he leaned down and kissed me, letting the ice cube fall into my mouth as his tongue chased it.
It only took a few thrusts of his hard length before it heated up again, but I didn't mind. I loved having him inside me no matter the temperature, and when I came again, he was right behind me, calling out my name as he followed me over the top.
In the wake of our orgasms, we were both silent for a long moment, only the sound of our heavy breathing filling the air, until we both heard Cole's phone ringing in the other room.
I let out a huffed laugh. “That's not your sister again, is it?”
He smiled, giving me a kiss. “It shouldn't be, but I should see who it is. Not many people have my personal number. Are you okay here for just a second?”
He asked because I was still tied to the wall, but I assured him I’d be okay. He pulled out of me and rolled the condom off, tossing it in the rubbish bin as he went back into the living room to find his phone. I couldn't hear the entire conversation, but I heard Cole's tone quickly shift into his take-charge, professional side.
When he came back into the room, his expression had turned somber. “I'm sorry, Gemma. There's been an incident at one of my hotels and I need to go to handle the PR. In person.”
“Right now?” I asked in surprise.
“I'm afraid so. As soon as possible. The plane will be waiting for me at Heathrow.” His distracted frown melted into a small smile as his eyes moved over me. “I'll untie you first, though.”
He quickly did just that, removing my hands from the cuffs and giving me another kiss.
“I really am sorry. Trust me when I say that I would much rather stay here.”
“I believe you,” I assured him. I could see that he didn't want to go, and I didn't want him to go either, but he did have a life outside of this room. We both did. “How long will you be gone?”
“A day or two is my guess, but I'll let you know as soon as I know more. You can stay here if you like. You've already got the key. Anything else you need, just call the desk and ask for it.”
I thanked him for the offer and helped him quickly put a few of his suits into his suitcase while he got dressed. With one more kiss, he headed out the door, and the room fell silent again, but unlike in the aftermath of our intimacy, the quiet felt oppressive and a little bit lonely.
I had spent most of the last year on my own, I reminded myself. I was more than used to it, so why did the idea of a day or two without Cole suddenly seem unbearable?
~Cole~
The flight to Tokyo felt endless. On the way, I spent a couple of hours on the phone with the local hotel manager and our corporate PR team to get the full story: apparently, two senior members of staff at the hotel had been running an elaborate scam to steal credit card and other personal and financial information from our guests. The police had conducted an early morning raid to arrest them, dragging them out of the hotel in handcuffs, and the story was all over the local news.
The hotel manager had done his best to reassure people that these kinds of activities were in no way normal or indicative of all Stamer hotels, but the board felt my physical presence would help to reinforce that message. Normally, I would have completely agreed; my name was on each and every property and I took everything we did personally.
However, leaving Gemma behind in the hotel in London, knowing that it would mean losing a couple of days from the few days we had left together, I couldn't help wishing that someone else could handle it instead.
From the plane, I also spoke to Jackson to let him know he'd have to handle our London meetings on his own for at least Monday and probably Tuesday as well. Without knowing how long I'd have to stay in Japan, and taking into account the flights and the time difference, I couldn’t predict when I would be back and ready to work again.
Finally, I sent Gemma a text before trying to get some sleep. My fingers hovered over the keys for several seconds as I tried to figure out what I wanted to say. I could tell her that I missed her, or that I wished she was with me. Both things were true, but they were also trite and sentimental, and not part of our arrangement. In the end, I settled for something suggestive and flirty instead.
Just hit a bit of turbulence. It would be a lot more fun if it happened when I was inside you. C
It must have been after midnight in the UK by then, but the reply came almost immediately.
Invite me along next time then. ;) G
The message made me smile, but it also made me think:couldI have invited her? Would she have come with me if I asked her to? She had work commitments, but maybe she could be flexible. I hadn't even considered it, and now I could only kick myself that I’d be going to sleep alone in the queen-sized bed on my private plane when even a chance existed that Gemma could have been beside me.
After a restless few hours of sleep, we finally touched down in Tokyo on Monday evening local time. The hotel manager was waiting for me, looking exhausted after a full day of dealing with the fallout from the arrests. We spoke for an hour where he filled me in on everything that had happened, including the fact that we were going to hold a joint press conference in the morning with the police.
When I had all the details I needed, I told him to go get some rest and he had one of the assistant managers come to show me to my room. Although night had fallen in Tokyo, I was still on UK time and not tired at all. The assistant manager must have sensed that because as he turned to go, he asked if he could get anything for me. Food, drink, entertainment? Female companionship?
Any other time, I might have taken him up on that. In fact, I very well might have in the past. The way he looked at me suggested that he knew that final offer would appeal to me.
