But she clearly wasn’t awake. She continued to move her hand up and down my cock and I heard her start to moan slightly as she worked on my body. It took everything in my power not to grab a hold of her. But that would be bringing things to a different level because I was clearly awake and she wasn’t.
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sp; “Um, Roxanne, maybe we should get up?” I said as I slightly shook her to wake her up.
I genuinely made an effort to wake her up. Things had started to get out of hand and I was either going to roll over and fuck her or go back to my room. I couldn’t take the feeling of her hand stroking me very much longer. Everything in my body was enticed by her and all I could think about was how sweet it would feel to be inside of her.
As her hand slid up and down my cock, I felt my hips press in motion with her, urging her to move faster and faster. I loved the touch of her fingers around me.
“Okay, I’m out of here,” I said as I jumped up and made my way back to my room. I pulled my sweatpants up around my throbbing cock.
Of course, just as I was getting out of the bed, Roxanne woke up.
“Thanks for staying here with me,” she said as she started to wake up.
I turned and looked back at her with my hips still facing away toward my room. I didn’t want to let her see just how hard my body was after she had played with me.
“No problem,” I said. “Let’s get some breakfast in fifteen minutes or so.”
“Sounds good, thanks.”
It was clear that she didn’t have any memory of the playing she had done with my cock that morning. I certainly wasn’t going to tell her about it, but it was a good memory to keep to myself.
“How do you feel about going downstairs to talk about our strategy and eat, instead of getting room service?” I asked through the closed door between our rooms.
“Yes, that would be good.”
Within fifteen minutes, Roxanne and I were both dressed and ready to head down to the lobby restaurant for some breakfast. Surprisingly, we had dressed almost identical with jeans and black t-shirts, although her t-shirt was filled out much better than mine. For a brief moment, I actually liked having her there with me. No, it wasn’t because of the fondling that had occurred. I had spent many years waking up in hotels and having breakfast alone. It would be nice to have someone sitting across from me for a change.
My animosity toward her coming along had died down a bit and I actually thought she could help with the investigation. Well, that was if she stayed out of my way and listened to me. Otherwise, she was going to get herself into some pretty deep water with Stephano. I suspected he was already a little curious as to who the man was that she had brought home from the club, and if I showed up at the club again, he was likely to get pretty involved in her life. We had to devise a plan that would work well for the both of us and still allow us to gather the information we needed.
Chase had left me with a ton of cash to help with the operation and I could find plenty of ways to get people to talk even without it. My field experience with the Special Forces Army team had left me with highly honed fighting skills. My concern wasn’t any type of hand-to-hand combat, it was a gunshot to the head when I wasn’t paying attention.
Unfortunately, having Roxanne around did make it much harder for me to pay attention. She was tough and savvy, though, and I liked that. If she hadn’t been so damn tough, I would never have agreed to let her help out on the search for Ana. It wouldn’t have mattered how much money Chase was throwing at me, I wouldn’t have allowed it.
“I think I should go to work tonight and see if any of the other women know where Ana might be at. It will be too hard to find her if we have to search around at all of his different locations.”
“I agree. But I can’t let you go alone. What if he feels like something is up? He’s not going to let you leave. It’s too dangerous.”
“Believe it or not, I can actually take care of myself.”
“When a gun is pointed toward your head?”
“Oh, don’t be a jackass. You know what I mean.”
“I do. I also know what men like Stephano are capable of and I don’t trust anyone alone with him. We will need to make a story and a plan for me to be in the club.”
“You could be an admirer, I guess. But you’re going to have to look different.”
“What’s wrong with the way I look?”
I knew what she meant, though, it wasn’t likely that a well put together guy with lots of money would frequent a strip club in search of a woman. I needed to look more desperate. I needed to look like Roxanne was my dream girl and I couldn’t get her.
“I just mean that we need to dork you up a little bit before it will make sense for you to be in there searching for me.”
“I agree.”
“There’s a problem, though.”