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  He grinned and entered the room. She waited outside and a few minutes later he opened the door and handed her out not one, but two blankets and a pillow. “Have a good night.”

  “I will.”

  He closed the door. Sophie looked around for somewhere to settle down. She’d have to just dream about being in a bath. She wondered if room service would bring her up something. She didn’t want to drag her bags downstairs to the restaurant. Maybe the cowboy would look after them for her while she ate.

  Nope, she’d be independent. She was about to turn to head down the corridor in search of the perfect nook when she heard voices from inside the room and guessed he’d turned the TV on. She put her ear to the door, hoping he didn’t open it and she’d fall inside on her face and he’d say something smart-assed again.

  Wanting to avoid such a situation, she quickly made her way down the hallway and found an alcove where she dropped her pillow and blankets into it. She sat down. Despite the squishy carpeting, the floor was hard on her butt. She leaned against the wall, which was even more uncomfortable.

  Nope, she couldn’t stay here all night. And although she’d put the room on her expense account with the agency, technically she’d paid for it. She deserved to sleep in the bed. Temptation or not, she’d take her chances with the cowboy.

  She got up, walked back to the room, and was about to knock when she remembered what he’d said about using her card. Sophie dug it out of her pocket and pushed it into the slot, recalling with some embarrassment the comment she’d made about him getting his card out of her slot. It had rolled off her tongue without her giving it any thought about its sexual overtone.

  The light turned green. She pushed the door open and dragged her bags inside. The TV was blaring, but he wasn’t in the room. She heard the water in the shower running and him whistling. His cowboy hat sat on the dresser close to the door, his boots underneath it.

  Looked like he’d already claimed the bed nearest the door, so she’d take the one by the window. She threw the pillow and blankets on it, deciding she’d sleep on top of it fully clothed. Yeah, she’d look a mess by morning, but hopefully she could get the first plane out.

  Once he was done in the bathroom, she’d take a soak in the tub and hopefully it would free the tension from her body. Sophie unzipped her bag and pulled out her white toweling robe along with the last pair of clean panties. Hearing the bathroom door open, she turned in its direction.

  He was standing there naked. Holy shit, now where did she look?

  “Geez,” he said, grabbing his hat and putting it in front of his private parts.

  But it hadn’t been quick enough. She’d got a good look at his cock and balls. She swallowed, impressed at what she’d seen. She shifted her feet, feeling her pussy pull and her panties grow damp just recalling the beautiful thick shaft hanging close to his muscular thighs.

  “I’m sorry…I…”

  Shit, I don’t know what to say.

  “I’ll just go back into the bathroom and grab myself a towel,” he said.

  He turned and now she had a view of his butt. Gorgeous, muscular, and his legs were great, too. She could imagine him using them to thrust hard inside her.

  He stepped outside the bathroom, this time with a towel wrapped securely around his waist. The hat now on his head. She wanted to laugh, she wanted to kiss him, and in all honesty, she wanted to fuck him.

  “So you didn’t find anywhere to spend the night,” he said.

  “The floors are hard and I’m in desperate need of a soak in the tub.”

  He stepped aside. “It’s all yours. I’m going to unwind and watch a little TV.”

  ****

  Flynn flicked the remote control, hoping to find a good movie, but all he was picking up was holiday themed cartoons. She walked by his bed and grabbed the robe she’d set across it, along with a cosmetic’s bag. He’d never blushed like that before. Loads of ladies had seen him naked, but her catching a glimpse of him in his birthday suit had made him suddenly bashful.

  Shock was the first thing that had registered in his brain. He hadn’t expected to find her in the room. He must have looked an idiot standing there with the cowboy hat covering his dick. She’d seemed fascinated though and couldn’t take her eyes off him.

  He glanced over at her as she rummaged through her bag. Now she’d taken her coat off, he could take a better look at her. She wore a red knit dress that wrapped around her hips and tied at the waist. She had curves and the kind of body he loved to snuggle up with on a cold Montana night.

  But no.

  He wasn’t going that route ever again. He’d had too many one night stands in the past. He was in his present predicament because of one of those. So those days were long gone. He was the new Flynn. A sensible man who had responsibilities and needs to take care of besides those of his libido.

  They were sharing a room, period. This was completely innocent. He wouldn’t make a move on her. She glanced over at him as if she could read his mind.

  She’d been downright hostile in the hallway. He wondered if that was her regular personality or if the situation had made her frustrated. Was she the type of woman who let guys get close to her? If she was that abrasive with every man he was guessing she didn’t date a lot, and you’d probably have to pry open her pussy with a crowbar due to lack of use.

  Wow, her pussy. It was most likely soft and warm. And if he was right about her not getting laid that often, tight too.

  He almost smacked the back of his own hand for having such naughty thoughts.

  “I guess as we’re going to be roommates for the night we should introduce ourselves,” he said, scooting off the bed.

  And seeing how you’ve looked at my cock.

  “Flynn Whelan.”

  He extended his hand. She took it. Hers was soft, the nails, perfectly manicured and red. An image of her running them down his stomach and over his dick sprang to mind.

  “Sophie Dupree.”

  “So you’re not from Colorado?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “Florida.”

  Explains the shitty driving in the snow.

  “And you?” she asked.

  “Montana.”

  “Nice to meet you, and if you don’t mind, I’m going to take a long soak in the tub to try and warm up.”

  The image of her naked lying under bubbles was too hard to shake from his brain. Should he offer to wash her back? “Absolutely take all the time you want in there.”

  He couldn’t take his eyes off her ass as she sashayed, yes, it was sashaying, not walking, toward the bathroom. He heard the door close and then her humming a Christmas tune.

  Flynn looked at her bags sitting on the bed. The smaller one was open where she’d rummaged through it and hadn’t bothered to zip it up again. Yeah, it was wrong of him. He wasn’t usually that sort of guy, but he wanted to find out a little more about her. And she’d seen him naked so maybe a little snooping would put them on even footing.

  He got up, sat on her bed, and started his investigation. He pushed aside a few silk scarves with his index finger, feeling like a thief in the night. There was a large brown leather folder. He pulled it out, checking the bathroom door for any signs of opening. Nope she’d settled in there for her bath. He placed it on his lap and opened to the first page.

  Photos of her in swimwear.

  Sexy photos of her in skimpy swimwear.

  His cock grew hard the more he looked. Her ample breasts spilled over the top of the skintight, black suit, the high cut bottoms, leaving little to the imagination. He turned the page. She was lying on the beach, giving a sexy look to whoever had taken the photo, her legs apart a little.

  He ran his hand down the front of his jeans, feeling the strong urge to touch himself.

  Turning to the next page, he groaned. A shot of her back and ass with her looking over her shoulder and pouting.

  Shit, he might have to jerk off soon.

  He quickly paged through the
rest of the photos, which were more swimwear shots, and then some of her in evening dresses. The last page had her name and Rubenesque Modeling Agency in Tampa stamped on it.

  Now intrigued even more, he peeked at the other items in her bag. A few sweaters and some necklaces, a pair of shoes, and a fancy looking pink zip round bag. He checked for any evidence she might walk out the bathroom and when he decided it was safe, pulled it out. He set it on his lap and unzipped it.

  What the hell was it?

  Blushing for the second time in less than an hour, it suddenly dawned on him what he’d stumbled upon. A vibrator, the same color as the pouch, three different heads with nobbles all over them were clipped on the opposite side of the case.

  Obviously no man in her life. And if there was, he obviously wasn’t that great in the sack for her to need this.

  He’d heard ladies talk about them, but this was his first time actually seeing one. Curiosity got the better of him and he pressed the on button. The damn thing flew out of his hand, the contents of the bag spilling onto the floor.

  Flynn scooped everything up when he thought he heard the bathroom door opening. He quickly threw the vibrator into her bag and shot over onto his own bed, pretending he’d been innocently watching The Grinch Who Stole Christmas this whole time. False alarm, because he could hear her splashing around in the tub. The pounding heart would be his punishment for being so damn nosy.

  Chapter Three

  Sophie topped up the tub with some more hot water and then sank down deeper under the fragrant bubbles.

  She’d tried her best, really she had, but the image of him naked wouldn’t leave her head. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, almost to the point of pain. Nope that wasn’t helping either because she could still see that gorgeous cock of his dangling between his muscular thighs.

  It had been four months since she’d had sex. That was a major drought. She’d been busy. It was even longer since a man had brought her to climax. She’d purchased a vibrator last month and the little pink wand had taken her places no man ever had.

  Damn, if she only had it in the bathroom with her right this minute. She could use it and maybe that would help ease the sexual tension she was feeling. Perhaps she could sneak out into the room, grab it, and then have some fun.

  Not a good idea. Not that’d he’d know it was a vibrator. The case was very discreet. But it wasn’t a quiet item, especially when she kicked it up onto high. Even if he had the TV on, he might hear it and guess what she was up to. Yeah, she didn’t need that embarrassment.

  She rested her head back and tried to think about other things beside sex and Flynn, the sexy cowboy. It wasn’t working.

  Sophie raised her left leg and rested it over the edge of the tub while pushing her hand under the water.

  There was only one way to find release from the torment.

  Using her index finger, Sophie circled her clit, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of the pressure on the nub. All she could see was Flynn naked and it made her increase the pressure and speed of her finger.

  What would it be like, having a man like that make love to her.

  That lovely cock, hard and erect sliding into her and taking her to paradise.

  She felt the first stirrings of her orgasm and slipped her finger into her pussy, thrusting it to mimic the movement she could only dream about right now. She sighed, imaging her finger was his dick going to work.

  She groaned and hoped it hadn’t been as loud as she’d imagined. She sat up slightly, pressing her finger toward her G-spot. It wasn’t as good as the vibrator, but with the image of Flynn’s gorgeous body stuck in her mind.

  Holding the edge of the tub with her other hand, she braced for the big finale. She let the air slowly out of her mouth as she climaxed, and then laid back in the bath.

  Good, but not quite good enough. She’d always loved real sex and a grand finale.

  ****

  Flynn put his ear against the bathroom door.

  He’d heard her groaning. Didn’t sound like she was in pain. More like she was having sex in there.

  Turning the other way, he was somewhat embarrassed. He’d eavesdropped on a woman masturbating.

  He was blushing again. Not that he didn’t think women did that sort of thing. He was sure they did it just like guys. Well, maybe not quite as much.

  He heard the water draining from the tub and quickly got back on the bed, knowing she’d be out at any minute.

  How could he look her in the eye? First she’d seen his cock; then he’d seen her vibrator and the sexy photos of her, now he’d heard her pleasuring herself.

  He whistled and pretended to be looking through the tourist brochure the hotel had left on the nightstand. She exited the bathroom with her robe tied tightly around her.

  “You feel better now?” he asked. She’d never know he was referring to the masturbating and not the taking a bath bit.

  “I do. Nothing like a nice soak in the tub,” said heading toward her bed.

  And having an orgasm.

  She sat on the bed and looked through her bag. The same one he’d searched less than fifteen minutes ago. He noticed her glance on the floor. He looked down there, too.

  He wouldn’t make much of a snoop or detective. One of the attachments from her vibrator sat on the carpet near the end of the bed. It had obviously slipped out without him even noticing it.

  But she had.

  “Have you been looking through my things?”

  He blushed again. Guilty as charged, but should he own up? His mouth opened to do just that, but he couldn’t.

  “How dare you?”

  He scooted to the side of the bed, putting his feet on the ground.

  “Look, I can assure you I’m not usually like that, but you fascinate me.”

  “A likely story.”

  “And don’t be embarrassed by the….”

  Holy Moly, he was digging himself in deeper here.

  “By the vibrator. I’m sure lots of women turn to them for…”

  Take foot out of mouth.

  She stood up.

  “How would you like it if I went through your things?”

  She marched over to his bag and unzipped it, pushing her hand inside.

  “Hey, that’s enough. Look I’m sorry I did what I did, okay.”

  She began throwing clothes out of his bag, and then turned her attention to the sweatshirt where he’d wrapped the double photo frame for safekeeping while traveling.

  She was about to toss it to the ground not knowing it was something so precious to him. He had to stop her.

  “Don’t do that.”

  “Oh, you’re seeing how it feels now, are you?”

  She raised her hand. He took a dive at her and they struggled while he managed to get it out of her hand and down safely on the bed.

  He held her as she struggled with him some more.

  Damn, he wanted to kiss her like he’d never wanted to kiss a woman before. She drove him crazy, but the next thing he knew she was bringing her knee up ready to connect with his groin.

  “Oh, no you don’t, missy. You don’t do that to this cowboy. You need to learn a lesson.”

  He got hold of her, pulled her toward the bed as he sat down, and managed to get her across his lap. She needed some discipline.

  Flynn held her down with one arm while he pulled up her robe with the other.

  Cute lacy pink undies stared back at him, her cheeks hanging below the scalloped lace.

  “If you put me down this minute, I won’t press charges,” she said, kicking her legs.

  “I think once I’m done, pressing charges will be the farthest thing from your mind.”

  He pulled down the panties, revealing the cutest butt he’d ever seen. He ran his hands over it, feeling its smoothness and in the process, it turned him hard. He gave her a light smack, sending her wiggling around on his lap.

  “How dare you,” she said.

  “You were going to throw
something that belonged to me, and now you need some discipline.”

  He spanked her hard, catching both of the round cheeks with the heel of his hand.

  She was still now as he spanked her again, and again, seeing her ass turn pink. And yes, she was groaning not with pain, but pleasure. And if he wasn’t mistaken his knees were damp. She was just as turned on by it as he was.

  Flynn gave her one last spank, seeing her legs wiggle as his hand connected with her body. She lay still with her butt high in the air, the panties hanging around her ankles. He’d love to take her right now, but knew that would be wrong.

  He let her go. She stood, almost tipping over her panties in the process. He thought she was going to pull them back up, but inside, kicked them away.

  “So what did you think?” he asked.

  She didn’t say anything.

  “First time you’ve been spanked wasn’t it?”

  She still didn’t answer him.

  “And it turned you on big time.”

  “No, it was humiliating.”

  “You’re telling lies, and it’s close to Christmas. Santa won’t bring you anything.”

  “It was…”

  “The sexiest thing you’ve ever experienced and your pussy is now wet and wanting sex.”

  “How dare you suggest that sort of thing excited me.”

  “Prove it didn’t.”

  “I don’t have to. I can assure you that my pu…my vagina is dry.”

  He burst out laughing. “Your vagina. What are you a gynecologist?”

  “I hate you.”

  “If you’re telling the truth then you won’t mind me checking out your puss… I mean your vagina for evidence of arousal.”

  Chapter Four

  Sophie stood shaking in front of him. He was right. He was so damn right. She’d loved being spanked. And yes, it was the first time a guy had done that to her. She would have never believed that something like that would bring her so close to an orgasm. And yes, the cowboy was right about something else, too. She’d creamed on the second spank and grown wetter with each touch of his hand.

  She’d never wanted a man so much as she did Flynn. And he’d presented her with an open invitation for him to check out her pussy. The opportunity might never come along again. And it was Christmas. What better time to reward herself. Like eating too many cookies, indulge now, and then feel guilty in the New Year.