The Salt Cure

The hotel room smelled of salt spray and expensive soap, and the rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows made the world outside a smeared watercolor of gray and white. I was supposed to be reviewing the concierge schedule, but I couldn't stop watching her. Margo, my new hire. She was bent over the minibar, her white linen dress clinging to the curve of her ass, and when she straightened up, she caught me staring.

"You're not even looking at the papers, Daniel." Her voice was a low, amused hum. "Is there something on my dress, or is it just my imagination?"

"Just... admiring the view." I set the folder down. I was her boss, technically, but she had a way of making the title feel like a joke between us. "The storm's killed the power to the spa. You're not getting your massage tonight."

She walked over, close enough that I could smell her perfume—something with jasmine and sea salt. "Then you'll have to do it yourself."

"Me?"

"You're the one who keeps staring at my back." She turned, presenting the zipper of her dress like a dare. "Come on. I've had a knot in my shoulder since the ferry. You owe me."

My hands were steady as I pulled the zipper down, but my cock was already thickening against my slacks. The dress slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her skin was warm, still carrying the heat of the day, and when I pressed my thumbs into the muscle beside her spine, she let out a breath that was almost a moan.

"Harder," she whispered. "Right there."

I pushed deeper, feeling the tension give way under my fingers. Her head dropped forward, dark hair spilling over her face. "You're good at this. Where'd you learn?"

"Girlfriend in college. She had a thing for happy endings."

Margo laughed, a low, dirty sound. "And did you give her one?"

I slid my hand around her waist, pulling her back against my chest. Her ass pressed against my hardening cock, and she didn't pull away. "Every time she asked."

"Then don't make me ask." She turned in my arms, her lips brushing my jaw. "Fuck me, Daniel. Right here, on this bed, like you've been thinking about since I walked into your office."

I didn't need to be told twice. I pushed her down onto the mattress, her legs spreading automatically as I knelt between them. She was already wet—I could feel the slick heat of her through her panties, and I tore them aside with a single pull. Her pussy was bare, pink and glistening, and I ran two fingers through her folds just to hear her gasp.

"Jesus, you're soaked."

"Then do something about it."

I pushed into her slowly, just the head of my cock, and she arched off the bed, her mouth falling open. "Fuck... yes. More."

I gave her more. All of it, in one long, smooth thrust that buried me to the hilt. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, hot and impossibly tight, and I held still for a moment just to feel her pulse around me. She was panting, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Don't you dare stop," she said, her voice ragged. "Don't you fucking dare."

I didn't. I fucked her hard, the way she was asking for it, my hips slamming against hers with a wet, rhythmic sound that filled the room. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I could feel her starting to shudder.

"I'm close," she gasped. "Don't... don't stop..."

I drove into her faster, angling my hips until I hit that spot that made her cry out. Her eyes rolled back, her body trembling beneath me, and when she came, she clenched around my cock so hard I nearly lost it. But I held on, watching her face twist with pleasure, the way her lips parted around a silent scream.

"Your turn," she whispered, her voice thick. "Cum inside me. I want to feel it."

That was all it took. I buried myself as deep as I could and let go, my cock twitching as I flooded her. She moaned, low and satisfied, and when I finally pulled out, a thin trail of cum followed, glistening on her thigh.

She laughed, a breathless, easy sound. "You know, I think I'm going to like working for you."

I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me. "The benefits are pretty good."

Outside, the rain had stopped. The first pale line of light was breaking through the clouds over the sea, and Margo traced a lazy pattern on my chest with her finger.

"So," she said, "same time tomorrow? I've got a knot in my lower back this time."

I grinned. "I'll bring the oil."