“Are you cold?” He breathes against my skin, tracing a burning trail to my ear. He pulls the top between his lips, and my insides clench.
When I reach the bottom button of his shirt, I slide my hands down the front of his pants between us. “I’m ready to know you better.”
Stepping back, he loosens and removes his tie, tossing it on the table. His shirt is open and untucked, and his lined chest makes my mouth water. Eyes dark, he returns to me and pushes my sleeve down my shoulder. I shrug it off and allow him to unfasten my bra.
“Mmm,” he rumbles, cupping my breast and rolling my nipple between his fingers. “You are a naughty girl.”
“I think I’m a lucky girl.” My voice cracks with desire as he pulls the dark bud between his lips giving it a hard suck that shoots electricity straight between my legs. More wetness. God, this is going to be good.
“I think I’m the lucky one.” He kisses back up to my neck, scuffing my skin in a delicious way.
I’ve managed to get his pants unfastened, and I slide one hand down his cock, curling my fingers around it. Damn, it’s thick. “Why don’t you get lucky then?”
A rustle of pockets, and I help him open the foil wrapper. Our mouths reunite, and I push my breasts against him as he slides on the condom. Light chest hair tingles my nipples, and I’m heady with lust, anticipating the feel of him stretching me. Large hands return to my ass. I hold my breath a moment before he moves my thong and pushes inside.
“Oh,” I exhale at the same time he mutters a “Fuck me.”
Marcus lifts me off the seat and thrusts harder, going deeper. My legs are around his waist, and I arch so our moving bodies massage my clit. If we were controlled before, we’ve given in to flat-out carnal enjoyment now. It’s crazy and reckless and wild.
He slams my back against the wall, and he’s hitting me hard, rocking us both in perfect rhythm. Sizzling electricity vibrates my veins and pleasure snakes up my thighs.
Here it comes, my mind whispers. “Oh, god,” I gasp as my orgasm grows hotter with each thrust.
“Harder,” I beg, and he complies. Again and again, he pushes into me until he groans
in my ear. He’s coming, and the noise of his climax pushes me over the edge. All at once the tidal wave bursts, flooding me with ecstasy.
“Oh, yes!” I cry as the orgasm quivers in my thighs. It’s one of the best I’ve had in a while.
“God, you feel good,” he groans against my neck, giving me two more deep thrusts as I ride out the aftershocks of pleasure, my insides tensing around his cock.
A few more movements, and we’re on the way down. He’s still holding me securely in his strong arms and I like the way he feels.
My insides immediately recoil at that thought. “To the bride and groom,” I laugh, pushing against his shoulders.
He eases back, holding the condom as he pulls out, lowering me to my feet. I avoid his eyes as I straighten my top. Protection trashed, he fastens his pants as I straighten my thong and grab my clutch. I don’t have time to mess around. I’ve got to get the fuck out of here now.
“I’d like to have you for breakfast,” he says, turning to me with a cocky smile. I’m annoyed that it thrills my insides.
“Tempting.” I give him a wink.
“Are you staying in the hotel? I’m on the tenth floor.”
“I’m actually here with my mother. She’s at a B&B, so I need to be sure she has a way home.”
I’ve made it to the exit, vodka bottle and glasses forgotten. He follows me into the ballroom and pauses. “Check on her. I’ll head up and order us some wine. See you in a few?”
“Sure.” Stepping forward, I kiss his cheek. He captures my lips briefly, and I curse the damn flutter in my stomach.
“Room ten-sixteen.” He holds my eyes then. His are deep hazel-green, and I refuse to acknowledge they’re damn sexy. He is a random.
“Ten-sixteen,” I nod. “Got it.”
He heads toward the lobby, and I only briefly hesitate before turning on my heel and making my way to where Sylvia stands chatting with Stuart and Mariska. I’ll meet them, say goodnight, and get back to the B&B. In the morning we’ll be gone. No shitting where I live.
Surprises are nice, but my second favorite thing? Running.
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