Hotel O

His eyes slowly pan down my body, taking his sweet time. “Nice dress.”

“Thanks. I quite like it.” It’s banana yellow and has folds at the bottom that make it flowy. It’s also perfect for a quick romp on a desk. Not that I was thinking about that when I put it on.

“So tell me … what did you think of the event?”

“Now you’re interested?” I narrow my eyes.

“I wasn’t ever not interested. I’m just worried …” he admits.

“That I’m going to tell someone,” I fill in.

“Exactly.” He crosses his arms.

“I won’t,” I say, smiling as I walk toward him.

Now he’s smirking too, but it’s not the kind that makes you happy … more the kind that makes you incredibly mischievous.

“Did you bring the pictures?”

Of course, he’d ask.

I printed them out especially for him since my face doesn’t appear on them, of course.

I reach into my purse and take them out, placing them on his desk. Then I place my purse on his chair and look out the window. It’s so peaceful and quiet out there today. A typical Sunday.

But my Sunday’s anything except typical when it involves him.

I can hear him shuffle through them. He’s probably enjoying himself thoroughly right now, smirking at the sight of my fingers inside me, and my nipples hard and on full display.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asks.

I’m not going to lie. I loved making them. And I love that he’s now feeling that same excitement flow through his body. “Yes.”

Suddenly, he’s behind me. His hand snakes around my belly, his mouth dangerously close to my ear. “Did you think of me while pleasuring yourself?”

I grin. “Maybe.”

“Don’t play coy with me,” he teases.

“The answer depends on what this whole thing is about …”

“I wanted to see you. That’s it.”

“Really?” I find it hard to believe. “Then why send me away every time we meet?”

I know I’m asking tough questions, but I just wanna know. I’m tired of playing silly games. I’m into adult games only.

“You know why … the rules …” he whispers.

“Fuck the rules.”

“They’re there to protect us. Like my rules protect me from exposing this company and losing my job.”

I snort. “How’s that working out for you?”

“That’s exactly my problem. It’s not.”

“And it’s my fault?” I reply.

Suddenly, his lips are on my skin. So soft … yet so erotic that my legs feel as though they’re going to collapse underneath my body. And the moment he drags them along my ear, my eyes practically roll into the back of my head.

“Don’t talk back to me, Kitten. It makes me mad, and you don’t like me when I’m mad.”

“Maybe I do,” I taunt, biting my lip when he sinks his teeth into my skin to nibble gently.

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew all the things I want to do to your body …” he groans, his fingers digging into my skin as he holds on tight.

“Show me. I’d love to find out,” I murmur, closing my eyes so I can enjoy his touch.

I don’t think he’s ever been this close with me. Or that we’ve ever kissed.

“First, Kat Bronson … you need to tell me where you work.”

What?

Before I can turn around, he’s already spun me. He grabs my arms tight, and says, “Yeah … I searched your number.”

Fuck. Why did I give it to him? Of course, he’d do that.

“Surprisingly, all it returned was a few old forum posts of yours, but no social media.”

“I don’t use them,” I lie.

“Of course, you don’t,” he says with a stupid grin on his face. “You just use a sex chat site …”

“Right,” I reply, as my entire face heats up.

He’s still so close that I can feel his breath on my skin, and it tingles like crazy.

“So Kitten … what’s it going to be?” he hums, leaning his forehead against mine.

“I don’t care. I don’t mind. I just want you …”

“Are you sure about that, Kitten?” he murmurs, his lips so close I can almost taste them. “You haven’t told me everything yet.”

“Neither have you,” I murmur with a ragged breath.

The smirk on his face is seriously sexy. “Is that why I’m so attracted to you? The secrets?”

“Maybe,” I reply, grinning too.

Suddenly, his mouth latches onto mine. Without even being able to finish my sentence. The one I can’t remember anyway because oh my God, he’s actually kissing me.

And I fucking love it.

His lips … are everything.

Addictive. All-consuming. Hot. Needy.

His tongue dips out to lick my lips, groans coming out as he takes what he wants. His body presses against mine, smashing me into the window as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for more.

Just one kiss and I’m already done for.

And the moment his mouth unlatches from mine, it feels like I went through a whirlwind of emotions, a roller coaster I don’t want to get off from.