“So wet, Allie,” he murmurs, stroking me again and again. “So fucking perfect.”
I want to respond.
I can’t.
My legs are quivering as he stops kissing me, his lips resting on mine, our breaths brushing across each other. The tip of his finger works its way over my silky arousal, bringing all that warm wetness up in my sex, where he begins circling my clit with the lightest touch. My hands somehow find his arms, and I’m feeling his muscles flex, as his finger is moving faster, swirling harder. I move to lean my head back, when he nips my bottom lip. “Don’t move, love.” He slowly licks where he bit, soothing away the pain. “Stay still for me.”
His fingers tighten in my hair and my mind silences, wanting to let go. I moan loudly and then I can’t stop, as he begins pressing harder on my bundle of nerves, working his finger from side to side—not fast and out of control, but focused and intent. Pleasure is sweeping like liquid fire through my veins. I’m gasping for air, shamelessly grinding myself against his hand.
“Christ, you’re a sexy little thing,” he declares, fisting his hand in my hair, pulling on the strands.
Then there is no me and him anymore. There is only the purest sensation sizzling through my body as his fingers do a spectacular dance across my clit, moving fast, and faster yet, as each second passes, sending me flying high.
I know nothing until I know sheer satisfaction, and even after my mind returns to the present, it takes a few minutes to feel my body fully again. I can’t even open my eyes. My body is humming in glory. My frustration is gone.
His lips find mine in the softest, sweetest kiss that is so contradictory to the man himself. It’s exactly what I need, and I don’t want him to ever stop, melting right into him until he whispers across my mouth, “Good night, Allie.”
I have one second to look at him, seeing the coiled power he’s containing before he’s gone. I slide down the window, a panting, satisfied mess. “Oh, my God…”
Chapter 6
Micah
I wake to a sheen of sweat covering my overheated flesh from a dream I want to forget. Too many days have passed since I met Allie, and my cock is aching for attention, to no surprise of my own. A smart, sexy woman bewitches me and I want to make her mine soon. Watching Allie orgasm last night, while not being buried deep inside of her, was a torture I can never endure again. I’ve gotten myself off three times since watching her come from my touch and it’s done nothing to rid me of my hunger.
With these thoughts in my head, I move, naked and hard, toward the hotel’s bathroom. The Phoenix awes in its beauty. Even I remain impressed by the modern décor as I enter the marble rectangular bathroom. My rock-hard hard-on is standing straight up, unmoving with my steps and throbbing, reminding me how much I want Allie as I stride past the floating vanities and freestanding tub. I enter the glass-enclosed shower and turn the water on to hot, stepping inside to get the job done.
This woman…fuck, what she’s doing to me.
Steam fills the shower while I drop my head, letting the water run down my neck and along my back. I grab my erection none too gently and stroke hard and fast for release. I envision Allie’s lips around me, sucking deep from tip to base and back, rolling her tongue over the round top. Precum seeps from my cock, teasing me, and the water is making me believe it’s her. Then her eyes come into mind, those warm, soulful, ocean blue eyes, sliding past all my defenses and seeing me beyond my shields. My semen emerges, shooting from the tip with a deep grunt, leaving me trembling. Christ, she’s controlling my mind and my body, and I need to do something about that. Today.
Once I recover, my breaths still heavy and deep, I shower quickly and dry off using the towel left on the tub by the hotel staff. I push Allie into the background of my thoughts, trying to recall what day it is and what I need to do. I dress in the freshly pressed black suit and light blue tie awaiting me in the closet and then I pick my cellphone up off the dresser.
The phone rings twice before I hear, “Levi.”
“I’ll be down in five minutes,” I tell him.
“Copy.”
I click End on the call, shoving my phone into the pocket of my trousers, and grab my keys from the dark wood dresser. I take a quick look at myself in the mirror above, adjusting my tie to perfection. I notice the shadows under my eyes, the darkness there swirling in the gray, threatening to come out. I cannot allow the beast freedom, not with Allie around.
Silence surrounds me as I leave the hotel room and move toward the elevator, making my way down to the lobby. The staff is bustling when I arrive, which I assume is an order given by management. As the owner of Phoenix, I don’t doubt the managers are staying on top of their employees to look busy while I’m there.
The manager quickly moves to me from across the lobby. “Do you need anything this morning, Mr. Holt?”
“Nothing at the moment, Francis,” I reply, not a hitch in my step, traveling through the large foyer and passing the fountain of angel
s in the center.
The exterior door opens before I can ever get there and the bellboy smiles. “It’s a fine day, Mr. Holt.”
“It is, Christopher.” I return the smile to the elderly gentleman who has worked this job for the last ten years. He won’t expect a tip from me, nor will anyone else here. I give Phoenix employees healthy amounts at the holidays as my gratitude for a year of good service. “Enjoy it.”
“Thank you, sir,” Christopher replies, closing the door behind me.
The sunny morning greets me, and the air is cooler than yesterday when I find Levi waiting at the curb, wearing his uniform of a black T-shirt and black cargo pants. He opens the car’s door and I hurry into the backseat of the black Bentley.
I fasten my seatbelt as Levi shuts the door and then takes his position in the front seat. In mere seconds, we’re driving down the street. I’m far away from thoughts of Allie deliciously sucking my dick and far from the dream that ruined my sleep. One thing I want to revisit. The other I do not.