Conference Cupid (9 page)

“No. That’s not—” He stopped and saw the
situation through her eyes. “I guess you would see it that way. But you can’t
imagine... there’s no way I can explain it. You’re right. What I did was wrong.
There’s probably no way I can make up for it, but that has nothing to do with
your stay at the hotel. You were hurt there. It’s the least I can do.”

Keary
remained
silent as if contemplating his words.

“Did you come to the hotel with Susan?”

It didn’t appear that she would answer at
first, but then she shook her head. “No, I drove myself.”

“How are you planning on getting back? You
can’t drive with your right ankle in a cast.”

“I know. I’ll have to talk to my boss and
work from home for the next few weeks.”

Or work from his hotel. The longer she
stayed the more time he’d have to win her back.

“You’ll be my guest until you’re able to
drive.”

“Don’t be absurd. It could be six weeks
before the cast comes off. I can’t be out of work that long. Out of the office,
that is.”

“We’ll work it out.
Just
plan on staying until you’re more mobile.”

* * * *

Keary
could
easily get used to this life. Two weeks had turned into three and a half. She
wrote while Devin worked. He joined her for meals and talked her into a
temporary leave from her job while she was disabled.

Keary
never had
any intention of blaming Devin or the hotel for the fall, but Devin wouldn’t
hear of her leaving. To be honest, he made it too easy to stay.

At first, between the pain and the anger,
Keary
didn’t think she’d be able to forgive Devin.  As
time went on they became increasingly more comfortable with each other.

Peter had been right. Love shone in
Devin’s eyes each time he looked at her, but he held back.

So did
she
.

The more time they spent together, the
more
Keary
wanted him back inside her. She ached to
touch him, to have him buried inside her, to wrap her lips around his hard cock
and suck the life out of him.

Even if he lied to seduce her, somewhere
along the line, his teenage obsession had turned into love.
Keary
was ready to forgive him but she could see in his eyes, if not in his tone,
that Devin had lost trust in her. He never asked about the pictures, but the
question remained, hidden beneath the surface.

Keary
glanced at
the uploaded pictures on her laptop and smiled. She’d write her way out of this
one.

* * * *

He’d almost deleted the e-mail.
Keary’s
name on the attachment made him want to open it.
The picture floored him.
Nothing more than his cock covered
by the sheet and women flanking him.
“Hotel Owner Very Accommodating”
the title blazed across the page, the byline,
Keary
Galloway, sealing his fate.

His hands shook and he wanted to gag. Damn
her. How could she do this to him? Prepared for the worst he began reading.

Devin Barnett, owner of Hotel Royale
Suites, rolled out the red carpet for romance writers across the nation in
their annual writer’s conference. The planning committee was more than pleased
with how smoothly this year’s conference went, and has planned to bring the
conference back there in the future.

From the acoustics in the conference
rooms to the sumptuous meals, this year’s conference, set a standard hotels in
the past have not been able to compete with. This in part has to do with the
owner and general manager, Devin Barnett. Mr. Barnett personally saw to all the
little details that made the conference such a success.

And to prove he was a good sport, he
even posed as a cover model in a mock up for my upcoming erotic novella titled
Conference Cupid which is about a lonely writer falling in love with the man of
her fantasies at a romance conference. Thanks for the inspiration, Devin. I’m
sure this novella will write itself.

Whether you’re there for a conference
or just there for a night the rooms are beautifully decorated and spotless. The
staff is friendly and instantly assists with all of your needs. And be sure to
check out the top notch spa. You’ll believe in fantasy. You’ll believe in
romance.

His heart pounded within his chest. He
couldn’t ask for a better advertisement. Women everywhere would read the
article and his hotel would be the one they’d choose.

Conference Cupid?
That wasn’t what
Keary
was writing.
A writer falling in love at a conference.
Could she mean
them? Hope stirred for the first time since
Keary
walked into his hotel.

Devin left his desk and strode toward
Keary’s
suite at breakneck pace. He halted before the door
and composed himself. Knocking twice, he slipped the key card into place and
entered the room.

“Oh Devin, is it time for lunch already?”

He didn’t answer her, just closed the
laptop and pushed it away from her on the table. She took in a breath,
confounded at his rudeness and gasped as he lifted her over his shoulder and
slapped her ass.

Carefully dropping her down on the bed in
consideration of her cast, Devin untied the hotel robe and stripped off the
pajama bottoms and thong. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt without
uttering a sound.
Keary
stared wide-eyed and her
nipples hardened to points under the thin silk covering her breasts.

She wanted him. It was enough to keep him
going. Shucking his clothes in the quiet, Devin finally stood at the foot of
the bed, naked and ready.

When he made no move to join her,
Keary
slid her arms from the open robe and lifted the
pajama top over her head. Her eyes locked with Devin’s and she slowly spread
her legs in invitation.

His gaze lowered to her pussy, open and
slick.

Ready.

Wanton.

Excited.

Crawling onto the bed, he slid inside her
wetness in one easy stroke and pushed as far into her as he could. Leaning up
on his elbows Devin kept his eyes riveted to hers, his face a mere five to six
inches away.

Neither one spoke.

His engorged cock grew longer and thicker,
filling her completely. Her tightness made his balls ache with longing. Joined,
they were complete. He thrust forward and she raised her hand to bring his
face—his mouth—toward her.

Devin pushed his palms down against hers,
pinning her. He lifted his torso further away so that their touch began at the
juncture of their sex. His slow rhythm steadied and he thrust repeatedly.

Pushing against him,
Keary
tried to move but he held her firmly in place. She wiggled and thrashed while
her breathing increased.

The wiggle of her hips almost undid him.
Devin prayed for her quick release. Pumping harder, the only sound in the room
besides the quick little pants of
Keary’s
breathing
was the slapping of his balls against her ass.

His heart pounded, his dick throbbed, and
his toes curled in warning. He was close. As much as he hated to, Devin pulled
out of her. He flopped on his back, and latched his shaking hands behind his
head. He needed to settle his ragged breathing before he could speak. His
cock twitched in rage and loss, wanting her tight hot pussy to pump into.
Keary
sat up and stared at him. Devin shut his eyes and
tried to maintain control.

Without warning, she awkwardly straddled
him. The cast caused her body to tilt to one side.

“Wait, the condom is in my pocket. I need
a minute; I’m close.”

With one quick movement, she impaled
herself on his shaft. He gasped and his voice quaked.
“
Keary
.”

“I love you and I don’t care.”

Devin’s eyes flashed open. His dream, his
fantasy was finally real. “I want to kiss the woman I love.”

She leaned down and planted her lips on
his. Her tongue licked the edges of his mouth. Their tongues mated and moved
with the same rhythm as their bodies.

“Are you sure? I’m not just research,”
Devin whispered and ran his tongue over the inside of her ear.

Keary
trembled
and rode him harder.
“Eternal
research.
Since I
plan on focusing on erotic romance you’ll have to work hard to keep me
inspired.” The last few words became throatier and her pussy started to clench
and milk his cock as her orgasm tore through her.

He grabbed her ass and squeezed. “Try my
best… to always...” He shuddered and bucked into her as release took hold.
“…accommodate your every desire.”

She collapsed on top of him and he
tightened his arms around her. Finally, she was his. He kissed her shoulder and
smiled.

Her kind of research had some major
advantages.

About the Author

Eden
Elgabri
has a BA in Secondary Education from Arizona State
University and an MA in English from
the University of
Rhode Island. She works
full time teaching writing.

A student once complained about the length of an assignment to which Eden replied with her
normal catch phrase, "You could write a book about that." His reply,
"Why don't you," changed her life. By the end of the school year Eden completed her first
work of fiction and joined Rhode Island Romance Writers. She now cannot imagine
a life without the characters that are her constant companions.

Eden resides in Rhode Island with her two wonderful teenage
children and two crazy cats. Please check out her website at
www.edenelgabri.com.
www.edenelgabri.com
.