Heat (BWWM) 1/3 (Prequel to Hostiles & Havoc)

Morning

Mik stirs gently awake, finding the magnificent bully from last night still in his arms. He breaks into a smile without quite knowing why and then realizes the strangeness of waking up next to a stranger. Thanks to his rough upbringing, he always had a sense for strangers entering his space. In fact his sense of outsiders had been so intense it was often months of preparation before he could sleep with a girlfriend without stirring uncomfortably the entire night. He'd even tried sleeping pills with Salma, but all that did was make him sleepwalk to the nearest empty bed. 

The dark beauty in his arms however, seemed to be an exception to his rule, tucked neatly into his side, sleeping adorably even, unbothered, her wild hair spread around her like she was a romanesque painting. He'd hoped to get some work done while here, before and after his favourite client's party. Instead he had fought with an absolutely breathtaking complete stranger at the bar all for the pleasure of seeing her breasts dance in her corset and then he had pushed it all too far, unreasonably far if the ravenous tent his erect dick was making on the sheets was anything to go by.  After their little adventure the last two nights, he shouldn't even have the energy, curiosity, hunger he felt for the sleeping woman whose hand was dangerously close to his erect dick. 

He had made a huge mistake! What had he done?!

"Louloudi mou..." He grunts when her hand stretches to his erect dick, her bright brown eyes opening sleepily up at him.

He watches her beautiful dark eyes study his face as if trying to remember who he was and what he was doing in her bed. He'd ask himself the same thing except he smiles and leans in, pressing his lips against the luxurious fat set of hers, and then he deepens the kiss and rolls her soft luscious body underneath him.

"Good morning." He whispers against her full lips once she kisses him back

"Oh my." She softly sighs back, her voice sultry enough to wipe away his past sins

He chuckles softly, his breath tickling her neck gently. She squirms and giggles as he presses his lips against her neck.

"Were you dreaming about me maybe?" He teases her huskily, watching her smile up at him as if to keep her dreams to herself

Surely this must count as once, two nights of unbridled passion caught them both by storm and pulled them into the undertow. 

"You dreamed about me." He brightly realizes, reading the honest brown of her desire-laden eyes

The phone rings before she can answer him, interrupting the little intimacy of the moment. They both had lives waiting for them outside of this little fantasy. He lifts his eyebrow at her, offering to ignore the ringing phone but she smiles and shakes her head, stretching her hand and reaching for it.

"Hello." She chimes as he lifts himself off of her with a sigh

There was a wonderful depth and richness to her voice, decadent in its pronunciation, luxurious in it's timbre. He lays on the bed for a second, just to gather himself, to remind himself of his work and his responsibilities. He's just about to slip out of the bed when she jumps up, clearly panicking about something. 

"Right now?" She wonders, turning to him, her wild determined brown eyes telling him to get dressed

"You're here at the hotel?" she repeats as if making the situation clear to him

Someone was at the hotel to see her, quite possibly on their way to the room. Mik wasn't welcome here anymore, was being asked rather impolitely to make himself scarce. For some odd reason it made him want to stay, to see whoever was so important he couldn't be here. Was it a man? Her boyfriend? Her husband?