Built to Last (Middleton Hotels 2)

“Please rephrase that really quick. Because thinking of another woman in the shower is liable to get you stabbed,” she bit out. Gone was the sexy, horny face, present was the I want to rip your fu

cking head off look.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that I’m trying to figure out how long she’s been perpetrating this lie.”

“Again, still don’t like it, but like I said, from the beginning. When I saw you on her arm, she saw me and gave me a dirty smirk like she’d won the big prize.”

“Damn it, Rachael. I’m sorry she ever made you feel that way.” It was hard to know that she’d been thinking about me all these years only to believe I was with someone else. Fuck, I would be gutted. The timing wasn’t right, but now that we were together, I wasn’t going to let anyone stop us.

She pushed off the vanity and crossed her arms with her brow cocked and ready to do battle with me if I gave the wrong answer. For her, there would never be a wrong answer because she was my everything. “Well, it’s all in the past once she’s canned, right?”

I scrubbed the shampoo out of my hair and turned back to her. “I told her to meet me in an hour for a meeting.”

“Can I come?” she asked a wicked smile plastered on her face like she wasn’t just pissed a minute ago. I couldn’t deny her and I wouldn’t. It would be hard to make up stories when Rachael was there to refute them. She was bouncing on her toes just waiting for my answer and her pert tits were poking against the fabric of my shirt. Her lower half was bare because I shredded her panties last night and she didn’t have any spares here. Oops.

I stroked my cock once and winked at her. “Actually, I think that would be a wonderful idea,” I growled, pulling her by the hand into the shower.

“Ah,” she screamed. I tossed off her soaked shirt and lifted her against the wall. This woman was my obsession and I wasn’t going to waste an opportunity to indulge. I cupped her round ass with both hands and slowly nudged my way into her soft, tender pussy. A gasp escaped her lips as I filled her up. The spray was to my back as I fucked her on the hard surface. With her breasts in my face, I didn’t hesitate to pop her peaked globe into my mouth. Her body quivered and bowed with every stroke into her sweet center.

“You want to come, baby?”

“Yes, yes,” she panted, pulling my mouth off her breast and kissing me hard.

“Then come,” I demanded against her bottom lip, biting it enough to send her pussy a message. I owned it and I wanted it to squeeze my cum into her. The slapping of our wet flesh drove me insane with need. I fucked her harder, driving my cock deeper into her as she came. Her tiny walls tightened their death grip around my shaft, coaxing me to come. “Joe,” she cried, and on cue, my balls rose and tightened. I pumped all my cum inside of her, draining me so completely my legs felt weak. I rested my head on her chest as she heaved to catch her breath.

“I love you,” I muttered, my words muffled from her large breasts.

Once I felt the water start to lose its blazing heat, I pulled out of her and settled her on her feet. She immediately reached around me and started to wash up. “I don’t know how I’m going to this meeting without any clothes. I brought a change of clothes, but they are in the dressing room still.”

“I’ll get them and you’ll keep your naked ass wrapped up in these mediocre towels. That’s one thing that was going to change for sure. These towels suck.”

“Well, not all places can afford plush, large monogrammed towels, like the Middleton Hotels.”

“It’s a Middleton hotel now.” She rolled her eyes at me before hopping out of the shower and quickly wrapping the towel around her body and tucking it in her cleavage. I watch as the towel held and my mind went straight back to fucking again. I mentally chanted, “Get a hold of yourself.”

I tossed on my last clean suit and walked down to the bride’s dressing area. I saw the mini-suitcase with her name on it and carried it upstairs to the room. I didn’t want to take the elevator, just in case Roxie was on her way down to the meeting room.

“Babe, I’m back,” I said, opening the door to see Roxie standing there. She had a knife pointed at Rachael. “What are you doing in here?”

“She stole you from me?” she screeched. This wasn’t a good situation and I didn’t know what the fuck was happening.

Rachael moved back toward the wall near the bathroom. I could see she was scared, but I needed to get Roxie’s attention on me. “Stole me? Are you crazy? You’re just my assistant.”

“How can you say that? After all the long nights together?” she cried, her eyes filled with unshed tears.

I shook my head at Rachael. I didn’t want her believing Roxie’s nutty ass. Where did the psycho come from? “We just worked, nothing more.”

“She’s been after you. She wants your money. Has she tricked you?” she asked, looking fragile and fucked up.

“Um…no. Let’s talk about this Roxie. This doesn’t have to be this way,” I said calmly, like they do in the movies. She started to relax, but then her face hardened and her eyes narrowed, gritting her teeth.

“No, she needs to die,” she howled, darting toward Rachael, but she wasn’t fast enough. I grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the wall. She dropped the knife and Rachael kicked it away.

“Call the police, Rachael.” She rushed to the phone, making the call as I pinned Roxie down. This was wrong. I don’t know why this was happening. She’d never acted like she wanted me.

“She ruined everything. She’s evil,” she spat out, pushing back.

I roared. “Just stop moving already. I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner.”