I had already finished him once. My gloved hand worked every inch until he spilled across my fingers, and I was ready for more. I wanted that second load. I wanted to climb on top of him right there on the sofa, feel him slide deep while my satin bikini panties stayed peeled to the side. But his phone rang. A work call. Down to the conference room he went, leaving me alone in this hotel room with nothing but my own throbbing ache. I sat back on the sofa, the floral satin blouse clinging to my hardened nipples, those tiny panties already damp and clinging to my swollen lips.…