“I haven’t spoken to her for a couple of hours.”
“Fuck,” she mutters. “You wore her out, didn’t you?”
“You could say that.”
“I am so jealous of you right now.”
“You—”
“Nuh, uh… stop talking. I haven’t been laid in weeks so you need to shut the hell up about your sex life.”
“You were the one who brought it up.” Lorelei stirs, blinking up at me. “I have to go, Jessica. Can you email me the information I need for when I get back to the office?”
“Will do. And just to keep you in the loop, Jack’s spent most of the day in your gym. I have no idea what he’s doing down there, but at least he’s not drinking.”
We end the call and I take a seat on the edge of the bed.
Lorelei frowns. “Why are you dressed? And how long did I sleep for?”
Fuck, she’s beautiful when she’s just woken up.
“You slept for a couple of hours.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
“I’ve had some problems at work to take care of while you slept.”
“And now you have to go to work?”
I wait for her to complain, but she doesn’t. Instead, she surprises me once more by not giving me hell about it. She’s so unlike the women I’ve dated in the past who took issue with the number of hours I chose to work.
I nod. “Yes.”
She sits up and her arms circle my neck. A sexy smile spreads across her face. “I think you should leave your toys behind so I can play with them. We didn’t get to test any of them out.”
“They’re not mine. I bought them for you.” I steal a hungry kiss from her before adding. “I’ll call you later for an update.”
“An update on what I tried out?”
“No, an update on how wet you are.”
I stand before I lose the shred of control I have left. Lorelei has me so damn hard for her that I’m concerned I’ll fuck up the business deal I need to fix. This is new territory for me and I’m not comfortable with it.
However, as much as I don’t want to be in this predicament, the only thought in my mind as I exit the hotel room is how soon I can have her under me again.
* * *
My thoughts drift to Lorelei as I listen to my sister later that night. It’s been a few hours since I’ve spoken to Lorelei. She was on her way out to dinner with a friend after leaving the hotel and promised to call me when she got home.
“Ashton, are you even listening to me?”
I turn my attention back to Alessandra and take a swig of my Scotch. “What was the outcome of the session?” She’s just arrived back to collect the kids after the counselling session with Malcolm. I’m surprised he isn’t here with her.
She exhales a long breath. “Well, we ended up having another huge fight afterwards, and he told me to get in my car and pick up the kids while he calmed down.”
“Did the session go okay, though?”
“It was bloody awful. I hated every fucking minute of it. And I think he did too.”