Built Overnight (Middleton Hotels 5)

He smirked before returning back to the serious expression. “No. They were shooting to the side of us, thankfully, but I don’t know how many were hurt.”

“Oh goodness. Do you think it’s one of those terrorist things?”

“No, more like a thug versus thug thing. I thought it was odd that there were several men in suits and older than me in there.”

“Thank you for saving my life, Anthony.”

“It’s okay. I need to get you home, but I’m afraid to leave you alone.”

“Don’t leave me,” I begged. I didn’t want to be alone or more like without him. “Please take me to your place and make love to me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I muttered against his lips.

“Fuck,” he growled.

“Yes, fuck me, Anthony.”

“Say it again,” he said, his voice thick with need.

“Fuck…me…An…tho…ny,” I replied, taking my time with every syllable, making sure he knew I was serious. I wasn’t going to let this moment pass. I needed him, his strength wrapped around me, even for just one night.

“I’m going to make you come all night,” he promised, kissing me hard. “Let’s get out of here before the police start asking questions.” That was a great idea. I didn’t want to be here another moment, and if we didn’t get out of here now, we’d be forced to wait until they were done with us and they would find out I wasn’t even old enough to be in this place and that my ID was a fake. I wasn’t sure what the penalty for underage drinking or false identification was, but I didn’t want to stay and find out.

We walked down the street and he hit the unlock on his keys, then helped me into his Dodge Ram. It was huge and neat, just like him. It was a short drive to his place, an apartment building in a very nice area. I suppose his job paid very well. One day, I wanted that, but I had to actually go to college, something I wasn’t looking forward to: debt and more classes.

I waited for him to help me out of his beast, not because I wanted him to remember I was a lady, but I was short as shit and this truck was too hard for me to get out of. He cracked a crooked smile. “I could get used to this,” he murmured as he wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me against his chest, slowly sliding me down his hard body.

I moaned at his words. I wouldn’t voice it, but I was hooked. I wanted to get used to it, but this wasn’t forever. This was just lust dominating us. I was dizzy with need. Without the club’s sweat smell, Anthony’s scent hit me hard in my core. My panties were soaked and he knew it when he reached around to my pussy and cupped it.

“Just checking to see if you’re as wet as I am hard. I’m going to stretch you out and own your body until all you can think of is me.”

Chapter 5

Tony

I was done. This woman was it for me and I didn’t need time to tell me so. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know everything about her.

“Wow, this place is spotless,” she exclaimed, spinning around in my apartment. It was years of conditioning that made me a neat freak. I’d received the belt many times if my toys were out of their bin. Then he added tossing them out with an ass whooping.

“Sorry, but it’s the way I was raised.” I shrugged. I hated thinking about my past, but it effected my present and that couldn’t happen now.

“Goodness. I’m a slob compared to you,” she complained.

“I don’t give two shits about how messy you are because I plan to dirty you and this place up. I want you on every damn surface.” I pulled her to me, slamming my mouth down on hers. My hands thrust into her locks like I wanted to from the start.

“This is crazy,” she moaned.

“Yes, it is, but it feels so damn right.” I tugged at the hem of her silky blouse and lifted it over her head. Fuck, I felt the first beads of cum land on my boxers. Her tits were more than a handful and I tested my assumption, cupping them. So perfectly soft. Her nipples pushed against the lacy fabric of her bra. I ran my thumbs against the hardened peaks, loving the way her body shivered with my touch. I reached for her skirt just as she yanked on my tie and pulled my mouth to hers again.

“Is it normal to come from a touch?” she whispered. I moved my hand to the bottom of the skirt and slipped it under.

“Let’s find

out,” I muttered against her swollen lips. My hand splayed across her mound. She was wearing lacy panties, too. I pushed the material aside and ran a finger along her seam. She moaned, her head pressing into my chest and her hips bucking toward my hand, craving more.

“Take me to your bed,” she demanded, her voice husky with need. With ease, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to bed.