I work as a hospitality consultant, traveling the country telling people how to fix their hotels.

Usually I travel solo, leaving my husband alone at home, but my company recently hired a new consultant who was supposed to shadow me.

One day we were assigned a client way outside our city. The place was too remote to fly, and trains were out of the question. Instead, the boss rented us a flashy red convertible to make the trip.

Almost immediately our awesome road trip took a turn for the worse. The sky turned a greenish gray before unleashing a torrent of rain. We scrambled to pull up the convertible’s cover, getting drenched in the process.

Then the road started to flood — slowly at first, until suddenly the asphalt gave way to rushing water. With nowhere left to go, Jeff made a sharp turn onto a narrow road that cut through the woods.

For miles, we passed nothing but trees. Then finally, a dull yellow light glowed in the distance. Nowhere near our destination, we headed toward the light, hoping to find a safe place to ride out the storm.

A motel appeared at the side of the road. Knowing we would never make it to our client that night, we decided to stay.

After a brief encounter with the motel’s desk clerk, we headed back into the rain to find our room. By the time we fought the old door open, we were both soaked.

Desperate to warm up, I didn’t think twice about stripping in front of my subordinate. I peeled off my soaking blouse and wrung it out over the sink, then did the same with my skirt.

Shivering, I looked up at the towel rack, dismayed to find nothing.

Rivulets of water dripped from my hair and traveled down my skin, causing my nipples to bead painfully against my soaking bra. I needed to get out of the underwear, too.

“It’s warmer under the covers,” Jeff called to my back.

Turning, I saw Jeff’s bare shoulders peeking out from the top of the comforter. His eyes twinkled as his lips lifted into a slow smile, daring me to join him.

His gaze felt like fire on my skin. A searing blush spread from my cheeks to my chest, erasing the goosebumps that had risen moments earlier.

The space between my thighs grew hot and slick. Every inch of my body was soaking-wet.

Emboldened by the twinkle that lit Jeff’s eye, I peeled the sopping cups of my bra away from my breasts, sighing as my swollen nipples were exposed to the air. Then I rolled my damp, silken panties off and kicked them away.

Jeff lifted the sheets, giving me a glimpse of his naked body. “Get over here, boss lady,” he said with a growl.

I’d barely settled my butt on the bed when Jeff wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me against him. He curved his body around mine, nestling his cock between my ass cheeks.

Wanting to feel more, I wiggled my hips, liking that I could feel him thicken against me. Then the hand that settled on my stomach started moving lower, slipping between my thighs to stroke the bundle of nerves hiding at their apex.

My body melted under Jeff’s touch, instantly turning me from a dripping, shivering mess to a hot and horny vixen. As my muscles relaxed, my back arched like a cat’s, pushing my ass even closer to Jeff.

Taking my cue, Jeff parted my folds with his fingers, spreading the liquid arousal that collected there.

I leaned into Jeff with a sigh, wiggling my ass against his dick some more. The silken skin slid against my ass cheeks, so hot and hard. Still, as close as he held me, it wasn’t enough. I wanted to taste him. To run my fingers through Jeff’s wet, unkempt curls while I pressed his lips against mine.

Slowly, I turned toward Jeff. Winding my arms around his neck, I pulled us close and brushed my lips over his, coaxing him to open up to me. He tasted salty and sweet — like the chocolate pretzels we were snacking on in the car — but better.

We stayed like that for a while, kissing and cuddling, exploring one another’s bodies. My fingers slid easily through his sodden locks, making it easy to take control.

Growling, Jeff rolled me over, landing on top of me so that his body caged mine. Ready to surrender, I lifted my arms over my head, signaling to Jeff that he was in control.

Jeff took the reins with gusto, using a large, strong hand to grip my wrists and hold them over my head. “So Boss Lady doesn’t like being in control all the time, hmm,” he whispered against my lips.

Not trusting my voice to stay steady if I spoke, I offered a smile and a quick nod.

Jeff smiled back. A naughty glint lit his eyes. “Well, as your subordinate, it’s my duty to fulfill your desires.”

I closed my eyes, intent to absorb all the sensations coursing through my body. Another kiss from Jeff seemed to emit a shower of sparks over my skin, making my lips tingle beneath his.

Slowly his kisses moved away from my lips, trailing a path from my cheek to my neck. He nuzzled the sensitive spot behind my earlobe, giving it a quick nip before soothing the skin with another soft kiss.

A dull pulse pounded a steady beat between my legs. I ached for Jeff — and not just his hands. I wanted to feel his thick dick inside me. To feel him slowly slide in, stretching my walls until I fit him perfectly.

But Jeff seemed content to take his time exploring. His long, lithe body made it easy for him to keep my wrists restrained as he slid down my torso, licking and kissing my skin along the way. When he reached my hips he brought my arms down onto my stomach, keeping a tight grip. Then he nipped a line across the sensitive skin beneath my belly button.

I groaned, rubbing my thighs together to try to quell the insistent pulse in between. Although Jeff was quite a way from my clit, I felt little twinges there every time his teeth grazed my skin.

Though I’d pledged to cede control, I longed to touch Jeff, to map his body by molding it against mine. My legs drifted apart and I brushed against him, wiggling when his wiry hair tickled my skin.

Unfortunately that was the closest I would get to exploring Jeff. His weight held me down, leaving little room for me to move. Instead I sank deeper into the mattress, completely relaxed as my subordinate consumed me.

Jeff moved further down. He pressed his nose to the apex of my thighs, breathing in deeply as he nuzzled close to my clit.

He looked up at me, pinning me with a mischievous smile as he said, “I’ll let go of your hands, but you have to keep them in one place. Cup your breasts, Tanya.”

Jeff loosened his grip on my wrists, allowing me to slip from his hold.

Eager to please, I skimmed my hands over my belly and headed straight to my breasts. My fingertips grazed their underside first, pressing against the pillow-soft flesh. Then I cradled them in my palms, allowing my nipples to peek out from between my fingers.

“So obedient,” Jeff murmured against my thigh.

Then he sealed his lips over my clit and sucked, drawing the sensitive nub between his teeth.

My screams echoed off the motel room’s paper-thin walls. It felt like an electrical charge pulsed through my veins, making my arms and legs jerk from its force.

Ever the overachiever, Jeff read my body’s signals, allowing them to guide him in his quest to make me come. He kept his lips tight around my clit as he flicked it with his tongue, plying me with the pressure I so desperately craved.

Then I felt Jeff’s fingers part my folds once more. He rubbed the thick, sensitive lips, spreading the juices that seeped from my core. Once they were good and wet, he slid three fingers inside me, filling me up.

The result was mind-blowing, pushing me into an orgasm that had my body lifting off the bed. Before I could finish, Jeff slid his hands underneath my ass and scooped me up, lifting my hips to meet his own.

Jeff’s thick, pulsing dick that had felt so good against my ass earlier was slipping inside my slit now, stretching me wide to accommodate him. We hadn’t bothered with a condom and I didn’t care. I wanted his hot come to spurt inside me, to feel the full force of his pleasure that my body inspired.

Once Jeff was fully seated within, he pulled back slowly, stopping when only the tip of his dick remained inside. He paused that way for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, his steely grey irises sparkling. Then he slammed back into me, making my head fall back with a groan.

A wicked smile lifted Jeff’s lips as he pulled out to the tip, then drove back inside again. The position angled my body upward, amplifying the sensations and pulling a scream from me with every thrust.

Jeff set a punishing pace, making my body move forward on the bed every time he buried himself inside me. Like a well-oiled machine, every time I was pushed away, Jeff flexed his powerful biceps and pulled me back. He tossed me around like a rag doll, and I loved every second.

Jeff slowed and my body went into overdrive. Something about that change in rhythm made my walls twitch, rippling over Jeff’s dick. Meanwhile, my breath felt caught in my chest. It was as though my brain could only focus on one body part at a time, and my pussy had claimed that distinction.

Finally, it felt like all of the air came rushing back into my lungs at once. Instead of just my pussy, my whole body began to twitch, opening the floodgates for a rush of hot, liquid come.

As my body began to relax, Jeff let out a long, strangled scream of his own. His grip around my thighs tightened as he pumped his seed into me.

Once his breathing slowed, Jeff eased my body down and crawled onto the bed next to me, pulling me close before tugging the sheets back over our bodies, marking our first night of many together.