Sleeping with the Enemy

But the moment I start to pull back, I feel her tense, and she throws her arms around my neck like she's about to drown.

"Can we go up to your room now?"

She's whispering the words straight into my ear, and I'm impressed by her boldness...as well as feeling myself become horny as fuck.

She's a fast learner, I'll give her that, but since I'm a man of action myself...

A breathless laugh escapes her when I swing her up in my arms and start walking. "We haven't paid for our drinks yet—-"

"It's fine. The bartender knows me."

"Oh."

"That sounds like a pouting kind of 'oh'," I comment.

"Why does the bartender know who you are?"

The stiffness of her tone makes me grin. "Jealous already?"

She gives my hair a little yank, and if she were any other girl, this possessive little display would've pissed me off. But because it's her, I just find it cute and say soothingly, "It's not what you think."

"Hmph."

"He knows me because I'm famous."

A couple of seconds pass, and we're already crossing the lobby when I hear her blurt out, "So that's why."

"That's why what?"

She hides her face in the crook of my neck. "I thought they were all just staring at you because you're gorgeous."

The words come out muffled, but I hear it all the same, and the sincerity in it almost makes me trip.

Fuck.

I hear another muffled sound, and this time I know she's laughing at me.

"Wait until I get you in my bed," I threaten under my breath, "and I'll make you pay for that laugh."

There's the smallest pause, and then she says in a still-muffled voice, "I can't wait."

Ah, fuck.

It's another reply I don't see coming, and this time even my dick finds it un-fucking-bearably cute. It shoots up and pokes against her crotch, and the beautiful girl in my arms jerks in shock.

"What was that?"

"It's your fault, bella. You're getting a little too cute," I drawl, "that my dick just wants to say hi."

"Oh my God."

"Don't you want to say hi back?"

She chokes and laughs, but I can see in the way her violet eyes are getting a little cloudy that the idea turns her on...which of course makes me hornier as well.

"You don't need to be afraid, bella," I hear myself say huskily.

"I'm not." Her tone is defiant, but what makes it even more fucking adorable is how the pinkish state of her cheeks completely belies her words. "I'm just not sure how to say hi. I mean..." There's a tiny pause, and then she asks breathlessly, "Does it speak pussy?"

My shoulders shake with mirth, and as much as I want to flirt with her some more, I can already tell by the way her arms have tightened around my neck that my beautiful girl has reached her limits.

We've just stepped inside the elevator, and it has her burying her face completely on the side of my neck. Apparently, it's one thing to have people see her in my arms while we're on the move...but it's another thing altogether when we're stuck in a tight small space and have other people stare at us up close and personal.

If it were any other woman, the way she can be so outrageously bold one moment and exquisitely shy in another would make me think she was just faking it.

But because this girl has just been so damn different from the moment I saw her—-

Fuck!

I was just about to feel bad for her when I felt the tip of her tongue touch the side of my neck, and the next thing I know, she's running her tongue up my skin in a slow, long lick.

Zee

I don't know what's possessed me to do such a thing, but the moment I hear him cuss oh so violently, I just have to do it again, and I'm rewarded with another muttered expletive.

"Dammit, bella."

It's my turn to feel my whole body shake in silent mirth.

I've never seen myself as a tease, but then again, I've never seen myself as the kind of girl who can sit on a stranger's lap and ask him to have sex with me. But apparently, I can be all kinds of things as long as Mr. Sexual Chemistry is around, and honestly?

I'm liking this new and bolder me, and I want to see how far I can go.

I want to see how bad I can get, and as soon as I realize this I'm already lifting my head—-

A shudder rocks his body as I start nuzzling his ear. There are still other people with us inside the elevator, and even though I can feel them staring...

I find myself no longer able to care.

With my eyes firmly closed, I'm able to completely ignore their presence and pretend it's just Mr. Sexual Chemistry and me.

Just him, with his incredibly hot body, and me, who's feeling more and more delirious with the sweet-salty taste of his skin—-