Elena Spends All Night With Her Milf Fanboy

I never expected the night to end with a college boy’s cum dripping down my thighs, but that’s exactly what happened in my Chicago hotel suite.

The signing had wrapped up at seven. I’d smiled, signed two hundred paperbacks, posed for photos, and answered the same three questions about “inspiration” until my jaw ached. By the time I slipped into the hotel bar wearing a simple black wrap dress and heels that made my calves look endless, all I wanted was a quiet martini and room service.

He was waiting at the far end of the bar like he’d been summoned. Twenty-two, maybe twenty-three, messy dark hair, broad shoulders under a faded university hoodie, and eyes that went wide the second they landed on me. I knew the look. I’d written it into a dozen books.

“Ms. Voss… Elena,” he stammered, clutching a well-worn copy of Season of the Siren. “I’m Tyler. I’ve been following your tour online. I drove two hours from campus just to meet you. That probably sounds insane.”