Like a Romance Novel’s Plot

Gemma knocked on the door to room 512 hesitantly. The door immediately opened, revealing Charles wearing a loosely tied bathrobe.

"Charles!" She covered her face.

"What?" He asked.

"Tie your bathrobe better!" She scolded.

"Now you know how I feel when you wear some of the clothes you wear to the office." He answered.

"At least my goods are covered. With your robe like that I can see...well, a lot more than I should." She said.

"When you wear that dress to work, I want to rip it off of you." He said suddenly, his voice low and sexy.

"Why haven't you?" She answered, stepping closer.

"I have self control." He said.

"Really?" Her voice carried sarcasm.

He pulled her into the room, closed the door, spun her around and unzipped her dress. As he pulled it down slowly he began to kiss her neck, shoulders, back.

"How's that, then?" He said against her ear. "Go put on pajamas or something comfortable." He instructed.

She came out wearing silk pajamas. A baby pink camisole top and baby pink short shorts. She also had a pale and sheer pink robe over everything.

Charles swallowed hard. So her plan was to torture him.

He sat on the bed. "Come massage my head." He called.

"Do you really have a headache?" She asked.

"Yes, I really do." He told her honestly. She sighed.

Gemma dimmed the lights and pulled some small bottles out of her suitcase.

"What are those?" He asked.

"Oil and lotion I can rub in while I work on you. I'll need your upper body bare." She blushed furiously.

"If you want to see me naked you don't have to plot. You can just ask." Charles said, teasing her.

"Look, do you want me to rub your shoulders, neck and head or not?" She asked.

"Alright. Go ahead." He told her as he pulled his upper body out of the bathrobe.

She put some oil on her hands and started with his shoulders, working her way up his neck and onto his head, then down again. She continued many variations of that method until she felt his tense muscles relax.

"You said you have migraines often?" She asked.

"Yeah, a few times a week." He said softly. She had nearly put him to sleep.

"Charles, I think you're overly stressed. Your muscles are so tight and tense when I start. You need to relax." She said.

He fell back on the bed.

"I know how I could relax and release a lot of pent up tension." He said with a smirk.

"Good. That may help." She said.

"I was hoping you'd agree." He said as he pulled her on top of him.

"Charles! What are you doing?!" She screamed.

""A stress relieving exercise." He said as he rolled over and pinned her beneath him.

"You tricked me!" She complained.

He kissed her deeply and slowly, dragging her bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away.

"Your body doesn't seem to mind." He whispered in her ear before kissing in the erogenous area behind her ear. She began to moan and squirm.

"Oh, Charles! Charles!!" She cried.

One of his hands slid up her inner thigh, higher and higher, until he reached...

"What are you doing?!" She cried out as he rubbed on her outside and slipped a finger inside.

"You're so tight." He murmured. He slid his finger in and out and she tried to hold back her moans.

He slipped a second finger in, saying, "Don't hold back. I want to hear you scream and moan."

He moved in and out faster and faster. Her back arched and she gasped. He found her little round nun and began moving over it with his finger.

"Charles! I'm coming!" She screamed as her body convulsed into her orgasm.

He took himself and brushed against her opening.

"Do you have a condom? She asked.

He stilled. "No." Gemma would be the first woman he'd taken to bed and he hadn't planned for her to travel with him so he wasn't prepared.

"We have to stop." She was the voice of reason.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I've read enough romance novels to know when the girl and her boss are having unprotected sex in a hotel, she gets pregnant. It's like a law or something. It magically happens, or something. So no way." She said.

"You don't want to have my child?" He asked surprised. She had made it clear she was after him. How many other women wished for such an opportunity?

"Not unless I'm married to you. I told you, I have to maintain my dignity and self respect." She told him. He rolled off of her and fell back on the bed beside her, blowing a deep breath out in frustration.