They must’ve given us adjoining rooms. I place my right ear against the heavy wood, listening.Umpgh, umpgh, umpgh.And then I hear a person sigh—no, not sigh—moan.I jump back, staring at the door, as if the door is to blame. Is Anderson having sex? There’s no way. The audacity—theeffortit would’ve taken to search for a willing partner, to wine and dine them, to lure them back to his hotel room, all after a long travel day and two business meetings…
Yeah.
He was totally having sex.
Glaring at the door, I feel my face get hot as I place my ear against the wood again.
“Turn over,” I hear Anderson say, his voice low and controlling. There is a slap and then a giggle. “Come for me.”
I stumble back, shock rolling through me. The rhythmic noise starts up again, and this time, the moans are louder.
Prickling heat pools between my legs as I listen. The way his vocalizations are almost growls, the noisesshe’smaking on the receiving end…
No.
I step back and return to bed, shaking my head. I am not a prude byanymeans, but I don’t like how worked up I’m getting. The grogginess, mixed with Anderson’s voice commanding someone like that… it’s hot. The noises start to get louder, faster.
Fuck.
I slowly make my way back to the door, dragging the desk chair with me. Might as well listen to the finale. Sitting down, I lean over, my ear plastered to the door.
“I said come for me,” Anderson orders, his voice rough and gravely. Even from here, I can hear him panting. My lips part and I feel my legs spread open a bit involuntarily.
“Oh my god,” the woman mutters, her voice weak and feeble. “Oh… my… god.” There’s a pause, followed by a slap. I lean closer, though I’m as close as I can possibly be without actually being in the bed with them. Heat flares between my legs, and they open wider.
“Don’t stop,” she mutters, her words garbled in her throat. “I can’t…”
I close my eyes.
“I think I’m…”
“Now,” Anderson says, his voice softer, more vulnerable. “Come with me.”
Fire shoots through me as they both scream out rhythmically. I can hear their bed rocking back and forth violently. Everything inside of me gets all twisted up when I think about what he must be doing to her to make her groan like that…
“Fuck,” he mumbles. There is another slap, followed by the creaking of the bed. There are whispers coming from her, but I can’t make them out.
The sound of water running starts up a few seconds later, and I look around guiltily, as if I’ve been caught. I snap my legs together, ignoring my throbbing clit, and instead I stand and stretch out the heebie-jeebies.
“Ew, ew, ew,” I say out loud, jumping up and shaking the feeling off. I strip down and step into the shower, turning it all the way cold. The frigid blast hits me and I yelp out loud, but the shock feels nice on my hot skin.
I spend way too long trying to get Anderson’s voice out of my head. I wash my body three times before I feel back to normal, suppressing the desire to lean back and rub one out.
Turn over.
Now.
Come with me.
I towel off and make my way back to the bed, climbing under the covers, though I’m not cold in the slightest. In fact, I can’t seem to cool down. My skin itches with something I shouldn’t do. To distract myself, I throw the covers off and turn on the TV, but there’s nothing to watch, of course, because it’s nearly three in the morning. I open my Kindle app on my phone, but my eyes aren’t registering any of the words. Throwing it down onto the fluffy duvet, I sigh as I hear the water shut off in Anderson’s room.
Despite my mental chastising, I instantly fly off the bed and return to the chair in front of his door. Leaning in, all I can hear are soft-spoken, gentle words.Where’s the fun in that?I press my ear as flat as it will go, inching my body as close as I can…
And then I feel myself falling, grabbing for the handle as the chair tumbles over, crashing into the door and taking me with it.
I scramble up, embarrassment flooding me as I hear Anderson’s voice get closer. I push the chair back to the desk as quickly as I can just as a knock sounds.
Oh my god.
