“I’m going to order us some champagne.” Her tongue flicked out, gliding across my puffy lips.
“Okay,” I managed to whimper. Feeling this out of control was so foreign to me. I was always the one in control, always the one who never let go. When I went to parties with my friends, I was the designated driver. When it came to work, I always put it before anything. What was happening to me? At this moment my mind was full of images of Holly, twirling around and around, teasing me. I watched as she bent forward and lifted the phone to call room service. I giggled, unable to control myself from walking over and pinching her tight ass through her jeans.