“Indeed I did.” Bless him, he was trying so hard not to react. It was almost cute. “
“You want to do it again. Admit it.”
Ken cleared his throat. “I wasn’t going to. That wasn’t my intention for asking you here.”
“So what was? To make sure I knew how hot I was? How sexually desirable you men find me? Honey…” She was enjoying this too much. “That’s not news. Everyone but Roger Prescott wants a turn at this. I’m going to pick the best firm based on what I will get out of it. You don’t want me for your firm because you’ve fucked me. That’s fine. At least you’re honest and trying to do the right thing. Makes me want to work for you.” Her smile was genuine. “Almost.”
He looked away before tentatively meeting her eyes again. “What do you want, Lana?” he asked with a low voice. “Just tell me.”
She leaned across the table, taking his hand. ‘You own this hotel, right? That’s damn sexy.” When she received another incredulous look, she veered back on topic. “I want a conference fling. That’s what I want. I want the only man who’s not going to hire me to fuck my brains out. So get us a room here, Mr. Owner. You’re not hiring me for business, but I’m hiring you for pleasure.”
***
Ken had no idea how they had quickly degenerated into this again… but he wasn’t going to question it.
The moment they entered the suite upstairs, he and Lana were on one another. Kissing. Touching. Dry humping like a couple of teenagers who didn’t know what they were doing. Fuck that. I know what I’m doing. The suite door latched shut, and Ken pushed Lana against the nearest wall.
“Ooh,” she purred. “The tiger comes out to mate. What are you going to do to me, Ken?”
He slammed his mouth upon hers, shutting her up with the added bonus of tasting her wily tongue. She tastes like the bitter agony of rough sex. His favorite kind of agony.
“I’m going to fuck you sore,” he promised. How lovely for the second night in a row he got to pull her skirt up and tear at her underwear. “I’m going to ravage you until you don’t know anything but screaming for more.”
“Fuck,” Lana muttered. “That’s what I’m talking about. Are you going to do it now?”
Ken was too drunk on her body to immediately respond. “Hell yes I’m going to do it now.”
He pulled her farther into the room. Damn, I am hard. The ride up in the elevator had driven him insane. Lana was so woefully beautiful in her red dress and black blazer. Her come hither lips and eyes taunted him the whole way up, daring to imply that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Impossible, honestly. Who was Ken? Another guy at the conference. He figured that he was more likely to jack himself off to sleep that night than to ever fuck Lana again. She said so herself. They were a conference fling.
Yet they had now reached the second day in a row of fooling around.
Ken had yanked off his jacket and vest by the time his ass hit the bed. He thought Lana was right beside him, but he was mistaken: she was kneeling on the floor, her bright eyes locked on his as she dove for his zipper.
“You didn’t let me last night,” she pointed out, like his cock pointed at her the moment it was freed from his pants. “You’ve gotta let me now.”
Oh, like he would turn such an offer down!
Ken Andrews was living the absolute dream right now. He owned this hotel. He owned this room. All he had to do was say the word to the front desk, and he was guaranteed whatever room he wanted. On top of that? He had the hottest woman at the conference – the woman every man wanted to fuck, as she so eloquently put it – on her knees and flicking her tongue against the head of his cock.
The way she sucked him was so greedy that Ken had to briefly wonder if he was dreaming. No woman did it like that unless she was so enthralled with a guy that she didn’t know any other way to live.
Holy. Shit.
Lana’s mouth wasn’t much bigger than other places in her body. While she easily took his cock into her mouth, it was such a tight fit that Ken worried he was going to come too soon from the sensation. Control yourself, man. The heat of Lana’s mouth surrounded more than his shaft. It pressed into him, warming his stomach even when she wasn’t touching it. Her blond hair called to him like a beautiful beacon. “Grab me. Now.” Ken obliged as his cock slipped completely down her throat.