He thought quickly. “Call up to the room and tell her your uncle came by to see you.”
“Uncle?” I giggled.
“Make up someone.”
I knew he was right. I had to be with him tonight. As badly as he needed to be with me. And I’d tell an endless pot of lies if that was what it took to get in his bed. No matter how wrong this was. No matter what codes I broke.
“What’s the room number?” I asked.
“402.”
“I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
He leaned over the table, brushing his lips over mine. The kiss blistered my lips and I reached for his neck, needing more. He broke away.
“See you soon.”
He walked out and I went in search of the complimentary concierge phone to call Heather.
17
Sam
I took the elevator to the fourth floor. It had taken all the restraint I had not to finish what I started in that ballroom. My cock was hard, and Natalia had awakened the beast in me. I was missing the Dean for this. But she was worth it.
I let myself into the room. I had reserved a suite for the night. It wasn’t as if I needed to impress her, but there was something in me that wanted to.
A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and walked over to let her in.
“Hi,” she greeted me softly.
I picked her up and carried her into the room. “Hi.” I devoured her lips with kisses while she clung to me. “Roommate taken care of?”
She nodded. “I’m out for a few hours.”
“That’s all?” I let her feet touch the floor.
She stared at me. “It has to be enough.”
I didn’t want to waste another second if we didn’t have but a few hours together. My hands landed on her zipper and I yanked until it fell to the side and I saw her breasts heaving under a bra.
I shoved the jacket over her shoulders. I kissed one and then the other. Her head reeled back and I thought of all the things I wanted to do tonight.
I peeled the pants from her legs and ran my hand over the silk that was still damp. I smiled. She had come hard for me. She shivered as I traced the sensitive spot between her legs.
“Did you like fucking my fingers?” I asked.
Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “Yes.”
“Do you like it when I fuck you with my tongue?”
She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you want both?”
She stared at me, biting her lower lip. “I do.”
I grinned. I didn’t waste any more time. I was going to get her out of my head. And the only way to do that was to fuck her every way possible. I’d taste her. Bite her. Fuck her until she was screaming my name.