After Hours
- 8k words
CW: NSFW, strong language, not suitable for readers under 18
Based on the prompts:
“You look good all soaking wet”
“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you”
“What? Does that feel good?”
“When we get home I’m going to cuff you to the bed and go down on you all night all night until my jaw is sore”
And of course: there was only one bed
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Aelin usually didn’t mind the many work conferences she was forced to attend, usually liking the time away from the boring office, and the all expenses paid trips that she tended to take advantage of. Of course, the actual days of meetings itself were a drag, and she preferred to zone out instead of actively paying attention, but the evenings after were always good times.
Because all expenses paid meant drinks too, so a few shots and a scandalous outfit generally made everything a lot better. And everyone else always had the same idea, because the resort bar was always packed.
On a normal trip, Aelin would go socialize, chatting and flirting and usually going back upstairs with someone from another company. She’d met her last boyfriend that way, although Chaol had turned out to be a total jerk, and after one argument taken too far, she’d dumped him and resolved to never get that invested with a person at one of these events again. Just harmless fun instead.
But Rowan Whitethorn was proving to be the end of that. Not because she would get invested in a relationship with him, gods no. But because she hated him, and his presence would ruin any sort of fun she managed to have.
