For the Love of Dixie (Kings of Chaos 3)

I half listen to him as I take in the rest of the check-in area. The large chairs and tables are modern with their clean lines, and smoky glass. We walk away with two keys and make our way to the shiny elevator on the far end of the building.

“Is this a mid-week get away?” I ask.

“Something like that,” he says with a knowing smirk.

“Oh, this better be good. You’re hyping it up.”

“You’ll think it is.” He fists my hair, pulls my head back to look at him, and devours my lips.

I open my mouth, sucking on his tongue. His taste is unique, masculine and clean, like rain when you catch it on your tongue. Thirsty for more, I grip his biceps and raise up on my toes. He backs me up against the wall, and I open my legs bringing him closer. The bulge in his jeans has me achy and wet. The ding is like a bell at the end of the fight. We pull apart breathing hard, and I can’t help but feel unstable on my rubbery legs.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he guides me out and toward our room. He opens the door and reveals a cream and gold themed room fit for a king with its four poster cherry wood bed, a cream canopy, cream and gold comforter with puffy pillows. A hot tub sits in the far corner surrounded by swirled marble flooring.

I spin in a slow circle, taking in the elegant cherry wood desk in the corner and the cream chaise lounge at the foot of the bed. Even the curtains have certain royal feel to them. I walk toward the swathes of fabric and push them back to reveal a view of the street below.

Echo comes up behind me and presses against me. “You like it?”

“Love it,” I answer, leaning back against him.

“This is just the start,” he whispers.

His heated breath on my ear makes me shiver. “What are you up to? I feel like I’m being buttered up.”

“Just showing you how much you mean. I know things have been less than ideal recently, and I want to do a little to offset that.” He grinds his dick against my ass and I can’t help but push back into him.

“We got a little time,” he says, slipping his hand around my waist to dip into my jeans. “Already wet for me?”

“Always wet for you, Daddy.”

“That’s because you like being my good little girl, don’t you?” He traces a line up and down my slit, lightly grazing my clit.

“Oh, yes,” I whisper, placing my hands against the window to brace myself. Knowing that people below might see me makes me even wetter.

“I think I’ll reward your good behavior.” He circles my clit and I whimper, rolling my hips. When he bites my shoulder and thrusts two fingers inside of me, I cry out. “I want you to ride my fingers until you come.”

I pop my hips, pushing back against his long, calloused fingers, wishing they were his dick. He tilts his fingers, tickling the bundle of nerves inside of me that have me jerking, and calling his name.

“That’s it, baby, come on my fingers.” He continues to suck and bite his way down my neck.

My legs shake. My stomach tightens, and the pressure in me explodes. I come hard, clamping down on his fingers, and pressing my face onto the cool glass.

“Love it when you give me that orgasm, baby.” He unbuttons my jeans and p

ulls them down around my ankles. “I’d like to do this slow and thorough, but we’re on a time limit.” He thrusts home.

I throw my head back and scream. His fingers dig into my hips as he pounds into me. I meet him stroke for stroke, feeling alive and happy. It’s the first time I can truly breathe since he left, and I need the release of tension as badly as I’m sure he does.

“Damn, you feel so good.” His voice is guttural and distorted.

I love it. The power I have over him is a drug that gets me high. It’s only fair when he enthralls me the way he does. He adjusts slightly and I moan. “Right there, Daddy.”

“You going to come all over Daddy’s dick?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” I fly over the edge, and he follows close behind, filling me with thick hot jets of liquid.

He pulls off me and presses me against the window as he rests against me.

Our breathing evens and I close my eyes, cherishing the way this man makes me feel. He allows me to let go, and simply be. It’s an invaluable gift.