"I don't sleep with men who are engaged to other women." I pull the words carefully across my lips. "If that means I'm close minded, so be it. To me it means I'm decent."
He drops his hands and stares directly into my eyes. "Not everything in life is so black and white or cut and dry, Sadie."
"This is." I move towards the door. "You're marrying her. You chose her. We are done."
"We're not done, sunshine," he barks. "I didn't choose her."
"You're just splitting hairs." I exhale deeply. "We circle the same thing over and over again. You're marrying Christina. I don't really give a fuck who chose who. All I know is you didn't choose me so I'm going to go find someone who will." I realize how juvenile my words sound. It's as if I'm talking to a high school boyfriend who has asked someone else to prom.
"That's never happening." He jumps to his feet, moving with fluid grace. He wraps his hands around me, pushing me into the back of the hotel room door. "I won't let another man touch you."
"It's not up to you." I push back with little strength. I don't want him to pull away. I'm already aroused just by the scent of his body and the sheer weight of his chest against mine. He's marrying Christina. I can't forget that. I can't want him. He's not mine to have anymore.
"I can't breathe if I think of another man with you," he whispers into my neck. I feel how hard he is. I want to close off my mind, reach down and guide him into me.
"You're with her." I bite my lip to hold back a moan as I feel his hand caressing my thigh. "You're going to leave here and fuck her."
"You're wrong." His lips skirt my neck. His tongue traces a path towards my ear. "I don't want her."
"She wants you," I murmur. "She said she loved you at your engagement party."
"She loves my money." His hand is moving higher. My body is betraying me. He's going to feel how wet I am. How much my body is craving his.
"You can't fuck me." The words hold little meaning as I wrap my hands around his neck before his lips crush into mine.
He pulls me greedily into him. His hand deftly rips open my robe before he pushes it off my shoulders. I shudder at the burst of cool air that grazes my nipples.
"I have to fuck you." I hear the faint sound of the zipper on his slacks being pulled down.
"No," I say without any conviction. I want him so badly. How can I still want him when he's done nothing but lie to me? He's marrying someone else. He's sharing his bed with her. I have to stop this.
"My cock is so hard. Only for you, Sadie." He groans as he runs the lush tip across my now drenched cleft. I'm so wet. I've never been so ready for him. My entire body is aching in anticipation. I'm going to come the moment his cock is inside me.
He pulls my right leg up, bending it before pushing me against the door. I'm so ready. So open. I just need to clear my mind and take this from him.
"I can't stop." He reaches down, pulling his cock over my swollen clit. I shudder at the touch.
"Stop," I whisper into his mouth. "Please, just stop." My voice is unfamiliar and distant.
"You want me so much." He's so close now. I can feel the tip between my folds.
"Stop," I repeat, this time with more volume. "You have to stop."
His body stalls and I lunge my hips forward just a touch. My mouth is telling him to stop but my body wants him so badly.
"Say it again." He reaches to grab my chin in his hand. His eyes bore deep within me. "Say it."
"Stop." I lean my head back against the door as I feel his body retract from mine.
He takes a step back, his cock still reaching for me. I glance at it quickly before looking back at his face.
"I know that you want me," he hisses the words through his perfect lips. "Your kiss was screaming for me. You're so wet."
I shake my head as if that will ward off the truth. He's right. I want him. I want to drop to my knees and take his magnificent cock between my lips until he empties himself within me. I want him to push me back against the door and fuck me so hard I can't feel anything but him within me.
"I won't be your whore." I pull the robe around my body. "I can't."
His eyes are glued to my face as he zips his pants back up, adjusts his suit jacket and then walks out of the room.