Hotel sex?

It felt like the universe was punishing Maxwell as he carried Annabel on his back from the bar, all the way to the elevator. “Damn, how are you slim and yet this heavy?” he groaned.

“Uhhh..” She belched. “Maybe you are the one who… who needs… to… to add some muscles.” She stuttered, dragging her words incoherently.

“Oh, so you think this is funny, huh?” he retorted, still carrying her on his back.

Annabel giggled and that angered Maxwell even more. Was she doing this on purpose? She must really be enjoying taking a ride on his back.

The elevator opened and he walked out to the hallway, luckily there was no one out there but he had a feeling that the CCTV was smiling at him. Mr. Blackwood carried Anna all the way back to the room.

He carried her to the bed and with his back to it, he let her down slowly. But Annabel didn’t let go of him, so he was held down on top of her. She had her arms wrapped firmly around his neck and getting off was a real struggle.

“I swear by God, I am so getti