Undercover Heiress

Part Fifty-One

Chapter Fifty-Two: The only one my dick gets hard for

All I could think about was Peter and the dirty things we did last night.

A more prominent imagine burned into my mind was him going down on me, his head between my legs as he gripped my thighs while I gripped the sheets.

Or him being surprisingly good at hitting it from behind.

I smiled replaying everything, knowing that I wasn't going to able to fall asleep again so I might as well enjoy the images.

Peter rolled over from behind me, his arm encircling my bare waist pulling me close to him with such strength.

I look at the clock as he scooted me back against him more.

2:00

What caused me to wake up this early?

That's when I noticed the lights from outside the window that wasn't just street lights... they were headlights.

I sucked in a quick breath before tapping Peter's forearm repeatedly trying to wake him up as I continued to stare out the window.

"Peter," I say, still tapping his arm.

No response.

I groaned turning onto my side in his arms to face him and then wrapped a leg over him flipping him so he was on his back and I was on top.

The sheets fell from my back and I was completely topless, forgetting that we didn't put our clothes back on before going to bed.

So I was quite embarrassed when his eyes opened and my tits were just right there for him to see first.

"Wow," He said, his eyebrows raised.

Peter's hands, on instinct, were just sitting on my thighs and he moved them to rub his eyes.

"Oh shut up, we need to go. Like right now," I tell him, getting off his dick and jumping off the bed picking up my clothes.

"Why?" He asks, half-asleep.

I pulled on my tank top and walked over to the window standing beside the trim of it as I pulled on my underwear.

There were three black SUVs parked in front of the hotel with the windows rolled down, one of them with the tip of a gun resting outside the car.

"Shit," I whisper, putting my shorts on faster before running over to the bed hunched over and grabbing my duffle.

"They're here so hurry up and get dressed, we have to leave," I say, pulling out a hairband and tying my loose curls into a bun.

Peter's eyes went wide and he slid out of bed putting on his boxers and plaid PJ pants and then his white T-shirt, grabbing his duffle as well.

"Okay, lets head for the fire escape because they probably took the stairs and elevator," I tell him, slinging the duffle over my shoulder and leaving the key card on the nightstand.

Peter nods his head following behind me as I open the door just a bit to look down the hallway.

"Coast is clear lets go," I say, speed walking out the door and down to my left where an Exit sign blinked at me.

When we finally reached the door I looked behind Peter and saw the elevator hit floor eleven and my eyes went wide.

"They're here," I tell him pushing open the fire escape door and running through pulling Peter along.

"Shit, shit, shit," I panic, running down the stairs.

"Are you okay?" Peter asks me.

I furrow my brows taking quick breaths as I fly down half these stairs realizing we have like ten floors to go before we get to the bottom.