Roadside Service by Jo Matthews, B. L. Wilde Read Free Book Online Page A

“It’s been a taxing few weeks, and well…you’ve made my time here so much more bearable.”
    “It was a pleasure, Violet. It’s been wonderful getting to know you.” I nodded, hoping I wasn’t blushing.
    “Are you going to stay tonight?” I asked, trying not to sound as if I was begging.
    “I don’t think that’s wise. You have an early flight tomorrow.” Damn! “I thought we had already talked about this last night?”
    “We did,” I pouted.
    “I’m going to miss it, too, Violet.”
    “You are?”
    “Very much,” Blake muttered, gazing intently into my eyes.
    “Then stay with me tonight. Please?” The words fell out of my mouth on their own, and I knew I shouldn’t have asked him, but I just wasn’t ready to let him go yet.
    “Is that what you really want?”
    “Yes,” I breathed.
    “Okay,” he beamed, “I’ll stay.” My whole body began to burn at the sound of his words.
    “Do you feel like having dessert up in my room?” I smirked, dabbing my napkin against my lips while gazing at him lustfully.
    “That depends on what the dessert is?” he smoldered.
    I stood up and walked around to lean down against his ear. “How about you have me for dessert?” I purred.
    Blake turned to me and gulped before standing up abruptly. “That’s a dessert I could never say no to.” I giggled as he followed me to the elevator.
    While we made our way up to my room, I felt the words on the tip of my tongue. I wanted more than just these two weeks, but I couldn’t ask that of him. I knew what he’d have to sacrifice to be with me. Plus, I wasn’t even sure what these two weeks had been like for him. Was he here because I was Violet Weathers—Supermodel, or because of the girl he knew under my mask?
    “What is it, Violet?” Blake asked, touching my chin and tilting my face up to his once we were inside my suite.  
    “Nothing,” I lied, moving my arms around his neck.
    “You can tell me anything, you know.”
    “I’m just thinking about Paris and how much I hate Fashion Week. If you think the Pure Desire team members are stuck up, you should see everyone at Paris Fashion Week. Argh…it’s pure torture,” I complained. Blake chuckled while pulling me even closer against his body.
    “How about I make you forget about Fashion Week for a little while?”
    “That sounds like a perfect idea,” I beamed as he crashed his lips against mine. I moaned into his mouth when he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. His fingers began to explore my body, and I couldn’t help but arch into his expert touch.
    When his hands slipped up underneath my dress and pulled my panties down, I was gasping for more friction. I’d never needed a man that much in my life. He began to tease my entrance with his fingers while his tongue lavished the tops of my breasts, which were visible because of my low-cut dress. I needed more, though. I needed him to take me completely. I pulled at the neckline of my dress, freeing both my breasts; they had only been held in place by the invisible tape, so it was easy to do.
    “I think you just read my mind,” Blake chuckled before moving to suck on my left nipple while he drove his fingers deeper inside me. Clawing at the wall, I was trying to control my groans of pleasure as my orgasm built. I came hard and loud, but before I could even come down from my high, Blake had undone his jeans. He grabbed my legs, pulling them up and around his waist before thrusting deeply into me. I almost came instantly. The feeling of him fucking me against the wall was so intense that I couldn’t stop my loud moans. My nails dug into his back, but his shirt kept me from making any marks. He buried his face against my neck while he continued to thrust erratically as he held me against the wall. My second orgasm was followed soon by Blake’s first, and he held me against the wall until we had both regained some sense of normality.
    “That was hot,” I giggled against his ear when he