101 EROTICA STORIES Read Online Free
Author: Vallen Green
Pritchett,” she replied, getting off the bed and sauntering her way over to him. “I’m here to assist you in every way I can.”
Private Seminar
She sat on the plush couch, eyes wide as she scanned the expanse of the lobby. Having grown up in a small town in Texas, Carissa DuPont thought that being in New York was nothing but a wild dream. Yet there she was, sitting in the middle of the Hilton Times Square. Her green eyes shone with glee as she caught the hustle and bustle of the city through the window, head filling with hope that she would have even just a little bit of free time to look around.
She let out a quiet sigh at the thought, knowing in the back of her mind that it would be damn near impossible for it to happen. She was in town for work, and not for fun. Her thoughts drifted to the schedule she had to stick with. Between manning the company booth at a convention and attending seminars that her boss thought she would learn a lot from, her waking hours were packed.
“We have a problem.”
Carissa was pulled from her thoughts when her co-worker popped up beside her. She craned her neck to be able to look up at him, her brows furrowing when she noticed the disgruntled expression etched on his features.
“What’s wrong?”
Nicholas Brewer ran a palm down his face in a vain attempt to rid himself of the frustration he was feeling. “They messed up our reservations,” he replied. “They only gave us a room and with it being summer and having a couple of other conventions in town…”
She wasn’t clueless as to what he meant to say as he trailed off. New York City was always busy but with the events taking place and the time of the year, it was even busier. They were lucky to have even gotten a room.
“At least we have some place to sleep,” she said with a smile, trying to brighten up his mood. “Are we checked in though?”
“Yeah,” he said, handing over her copy of the room key.
Having only a few bags between them, the two decided not to get any assistance and opted to find their room on their own. They made small talk as they made their way through the lobby, up the elevator and down the hallway. He had to chuckle at how animated she had gotten when he asked what she thought of their trip so far, knowing how it was her first time in a big city. Sure, Dallas was a big place and was already a far cry from the town she grew up in, but it was still nothing compared to New York.
Nicholas slid his key through the lock upon reaching their door, holding it open to let her in first. Even with her back to him, he could imagine how her face would have brightened up even more. With the contemporary design, original works of art hanging on the walls and the large window that offered a spectacular view of the city, Carissa felt like a kid in a candy store.
“This is gorgeous,” she said, awestruck.
He bit down on his lip as he waited for her reaction when she finally noticed one other detail about the room. His gaze was focused entirely on that as he rolled both their suitcases through the doorway and pushed them against the wall, thinking whether or not it was wise to withhold the information from her earlier.
“Carrie,” he called out, tearing her attention away from the window. “There’s only one bed.”
Her eyes snapped to the middle of the room, finally taking notice of the lone king-size bed. She blinked rapidly, as if doing so would magically make another bed appear in front of her. She gave off a nervous laugh before turning towards him. “We’re adults, right?” she said with a small smile. “I mean, it is a big bed. We can share,” she added when she saw his raised brow.
“If you’re sure,” he replied. “And I promise you, I don’t sleep naked.”
Carissa turned away from him, hoping to hide her reddened cheeks. But by the sound of his hearty laugh, the effort was in vain. She huffed when she saw
Private Seminar
She sat on the plush couch, eyes wide as she scanned the expanse of the lobby. Having grown up in a small town in Texas, Carissa DuPont thought that being in New York was nothing but a wild dream. Yet there she was, sitting in the middle of the Hilton Times Square. Her green eyes shone with glee as she caught the hustle and bustle of the city through the window, head filling with hope that she would have even just a little bit of free time to look around.
She let out a quiet sigh at the thought, knowing in the back of her mind that it would be damn near impossible for it to happen. She was in town for work, and not for fun. Her thoughts drifted to the schedule she had to stick with. Between manning the company booth at a convention and attending seminars that her boss thought she would learn a lot from, her waking hours were packed.
“We have a problem.”
Carissa was pulled from her thoughts when her co-worker popped up beside her. She craned her neck to be able to look up at him, her brows furrowing when she noticed the disgruntled expression etched on his features.
“What’s wrong?”
Nicholas Brewer ran a palm down his face in a vain attempt to rid himself of the frustration he was feeling. “They messed up our reservations,” he replied. “They only gave us a room and with it being summer and having a couple of other conventions in town…”
She wasn’t clueless as to what he meant to say as he trailed off. New York City was always busy but with the events taking place and the time of the year, it was even busier. They were lucky to have even gotten a room.
“At least we have some place to sleep,” she said with a smile, trying to brighten up his mood. “Are we checked in though?”
“Yeah,” he said, handing over her copy of the room key.
Having only a few bags between them, the two decided not to get any assistance and opted to find their room on their own. They made small talk as they made their way through the lobby, up the elevator and down the hallway. He had to chuckle at how animated she had gotten when he asked what she thought of their trip so far, knowing how it was her first time in a big city. Sure, Dallas was a big place and was already a far cry from the town she grew up in, but it was still nothing compared to New York.
Nicholas slid his key through the lock upon reaching their door, holding it open to let her in first. Even with her back to him, he could imagine how her face would have brightened up even more. With the contemporary design, original works of art hanging on the walls and the large window that offered a spectacular view of the city, Carissa felt like a kid in a candy store.
“This is gorgeous,” she said, awestruck.
He bit down on his lip as he waited for her reaction when she finally noticed one other detail about the room. His gaze was focused entirely on that as he rolled both their suitcases through the doorway and pushed them against the wall, thinking whether or not it was wise to withhold the information from her earlier.
“Carrie,” he called out, tearing her attention away from the window. “There’s only one bed.”
Her eyes snapped to the middle of the room, finally taking notice of the lone king-size bed. She blinked rapidly, as if doing so would magically make another bed appear in front of her. She gave off a nervous laugh before turning towards him. “We’re adults, right?” she said with a small smile. “I mean, it is a big bed. We can share,” she added when she saw his raised brow.
“If you’re sure,” he replied. “And I promise you, I don’t sleep naked.”
Carissa turned away from him, hoping to hide her reddened cheeks. But by the sound of his hearty laugh, the effort was in vain. She huffed when she saw
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