Indulgent Pleasures

“I’ve got mega insurance on this baby.” He eyed it with worry then looked at her. “It’s a chance I’m going to have to take.”

Oh, she knew she was being ridiculous when it thrilled her that he chose her over the safety of his car. It was a freaking car. He could probably afford one hundred of them on the money he made but still. He could’ve said screw it and escorted her right out of there.

A bell rang when they walked through the door of the lobby and a little old man stood behind the counter, his eyes squinty in an overly tanned, overly wrinkled face. Those squinty eyes went as wide as they could when they lit upon Justin.

“Aren’t you...”

“No, I’m not.” Justin cut him off, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. Withdrawing a crisp one hundred dollar bill, he handed it to the man who took it with unmitigated glee. “We need a room.”

“Of course sir. Something intimate and discreet perhaps?” The old guy was clearly getting off on the idea of the legendary baseball player using his hotel as a stopping point for a quick screw.

Justin glared at him, his grip tightening on Stephanie’s hand. “Whatever you have that’s clean will work.”

The man sniffed. “All of our rooms are clean, sir. Will that be cash or charge?”

Handing him a fifty, Justin leaned his other arm on the counter. “Cash.”

The man moved quickly, pocketing the fifty and grabbing a key ring that had a large, bright green plastic square dangling off it with the number twenty-four printed in bold white. “Your room is on the second floor, facing west.”

“Thanks.” Justin snatched the key from the man’s fingers and started for the stairwell on the far left of the room.

“Should you ask about your car?” She struggled to keep up with his long strides, loving the way he looked back at her with such longing on his face she almost stumbled.

“Forget the car.” He started up the stairs, slowing his p

ace so she could keep up with him and then they were walking down a dim hallway. The entire floor was quiet, a couple of light bulbs were burned out in their fixtures and the burnt orange carpet was worn thin.

They were in a complete dump and she was thrilled. Positively buzzing with excitement at the idea that in just mere minutes, she would have her hands all over him and he would have his hands all over her. Naked, skin pressed against skin, lips attached to lips.

They found room twenty-four and she noticed his fingers trembled when he inserted the key inside the lock. He turned it with a quick flick of his wrist and the door swung open wide. The room smelled of stale smoke and fabric softener and she rushed in, her throat closing up when he shut the door with a quiet click and a sharp turn of the lock.

And then he was behind her, around her, his arms holding her, his big hands cupping her breasts and his damp mouth brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. She arched against him, her breasts filling his hands, her head leaning to the side and her butt brushed against the insistent prodding of his cock.

“I’ve thought of nothing else but this for the past week,” he admitted, his voice muffled against her neck and gooseflesh stole over her skin at his ragged confession.

“I’ve thought about you, too.” Her eyes slid closed, her hand reaching behind her to cup his erection and he growled close to her ear.

“Oh, yeah? What have you thought about me?”

“Us together again. Feeling you deep inside me.” Her hands moved up, down, the denim rough against her fingers, his button fly straining from his thick cock.

She’d never behaved this way over any man before. The eagerness, the bold moves and the wild flurry of it all. It was as if they couldn’t resist each other, as if they might starve without touching each other and she loved it. Wanted more of it. She wanted to please him more than anything.

Chapter Seven

Stephanie turned in his embrace, her face tilted up and those full lips pursed and ready for his kiss. He swept his mouth against hers, a full body shudder moving through him at first contact and he released his grip on her, pushing her away so he could study her.

But she was too gorgeous to have so far. Unable to resist, his hands moved up to cup her face, holding her as if she were fragile. Something he cherished, like someone he wanted to take care of. His thumbs brushed against the soft skin of her cheeks. His mouth plundered her plump, welcoming lips and their tongues, met, danced.

Getting her off in the car had been the single hottest thing he’d witnessed since he didn’t know when. The way she’d spread for him, how wet she’d been when he’d first touched her. The sound of her creamy, juicy pussy while his fingers worked inside her, the little noises she made when she came against his hand, all over his fingers.

He couldn’t get enough of it. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Suddenly she pushed at him, those slender hands sure and strong against his chest and he backed up, kept going until he hit the wall with a thud. She stared up at him, her hands curling into the fabric of his shirt, twisting so it rode up high on his belly and her gaze wandered, lingering on his exposed skin.

“Take your shirt off.” Her quiet command was sexy, the look in her eyes even more so and with one hand he yanked the shirt up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor.

She drew in a harsh breath and stared at his chest, her gaze wandering all over his form. Her hands reached out and tentative fingers brushed against his heated flesh.