Fall From Grace

“You have no idea how many times I wanted to lean you over my desk the last few days and fuck you senseless.”

“I wouldn’t have minded.”

He growls as he kneels and pulls my legs to his shoulders. “I have no doubt you wouldn’t have.”

He fucks me again, my entire body Jell-O as he hits new spots inside of me. I know we came here to work but I wouldn’t mind if we did not leave this room for the next three days.

When I am tired out from orgasmic bliss and Carson collapses next to me, I curl into him. “We really do need to work.”

“I know.”

“But I don’t want to leave this bed.”

“Me either.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “But it will just have to be a reward.”

I run my fingers down his carved-out chest. “Mmm. I like that idea. Can we work naked?”

He looks down at me and bops my nose with his finger before crawling out of bed. “We would never get anything done. Hell, I had no intention of fucking you right now but that damn candy trail of clothes I found that led to the bathroom had my dick wanting to come out to play.”

I laugh as I watch him open his suitcase. I bite my lip as I take in his amazing physique. That ass is perfection, as well as his broad, muscular shoulders and those thick thighs. Fuck, I am going to want another round if I don’t take my eyes off him. But I can’t help but watch as he pulls on a pair of boxer briefs and then a T-shirt. I am surprised as hell when he pulls out a pair of jeans.

He turns around and sees me staring at him. “If you keep looking at me like that, we are never going to leave this room.”

I twirl a piece of my hair in my fingers. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“It is when I have a case I need to win.”

“Ugh, fine,” I acquiesce and roll off the bed. I prance around the room naked, picking up my discarded clothing. I open my suitcase and grab my toiletries and head into the bathroom, still completely nude. I brush my hair and glance up to see Carson standing in the doorway staring at me.

“You plan on getting dressed?”

“Oh, do I need to do that?”

He shakes his head. “I know what you are trying to do and as much as I want to bury myself inside of you again. We do have work that needs to be done. We can play after.”

“Ugh, fine.” I stomp past him and he slaps my ass as I walk by.

* * *

“I can’t believe that worked,” Carson says to me as we sit in a Mexican restaurant across the street from the hotel.

“Sometimes all it takes is a little flirting to get what you want.” I managed to flirt with one of the security guards and convince him to let me look at some tapes of video footage because I thought my husband was cheating on me. Not the hardest thing I’ve done, and I was able to get a decent picture of Phillips’s mistress. Luckily the guard saw the woman and said he’s seen her at some strip club. That was pure luck and will help us narrow down the search.

“And do you do that often?”

“I used to. I had to do whatever it took to get a story.”

He smiles at me and sips his scotch. “What’s the craziest thing you’ve done?”

“Undercover?”

“You actually went undercover?”

I nod and snag a chip from the table. “Not anything too long but a night or a weekend to get that information I needed.”

“So tell me.”

I have a lot of stories I could tell him but the one that pops to mind is the one that led me to lose my job. “I pretended to be a high-end escort.”