Money Man (King Maker 1)

One

Pressed against the wall of a bathroom stall wasn’t how I expected to spend New Year’s Eve, especially with a stranger in front of me. Then again, he was the kind of gorgeous that would make any woman pant… like I was doing that very moment. But after all I’d been through in the past few weeks, I should have known better.

His husky groan brought me out of my head as he found the unnecessary garters under my skirt. The sound I made told a different story than my drunken brain was fooling me into believing. It was because of, not despite, recent events how I found myself here. I was one hundred percent smashed and on the verge of screwing a man I barely knew in the posh and seemingly clean bathroom in the exclusive club attached to the Eventi Hotel.

My body, a live wire, lit up as his electric fingers stroked purposefully between my inner thighs. What the hell was I doing? I wasn’t this girl. Only two other people had ever known me this intimately. All the reasons why I shouldn’t have dissolved as his lips trailed down my neck, nipping and making me squirm like a giggling teenager.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

The deep timbre of his voice sported an accent my intoxicated brain couldn’t make out. Though a picture of a sexy highlander from one of my historical romance novels popped in my head. What would it sound like if he called me lass?

A rumbling chuckle vibrated through him. “Lass, eh?”

Shit, had I said that out loud? And damn, it was as sexy as all get out to hear him call me that.

There was no time to think, as the tips of his fingers were about to make contact with my center in T-minus one. My body ignited like a rocket as he created pressure against my core. My thong provided no barrier as I grew wetter by the second. I should have been embarrassed, but his moves made me want to beg to be taken in ways I never had been before.

“You’re dripping for me,” he murmured a second before his lips were as soft as petals against my collarbone as he hungrily nibbled to the corner of my mouth, leaving behind the taste of expensive wine. The kind that had been passed around to all the guests of this evening’s event. Including those on the dance floor in anticipation of the countdown. For the briefest of moments, I wondered where those crystal flutes had gone. We’d brought them with us when he led me here.

Those thoughts dissipated when he proficiently slid his hand up my shirt. Just as rapidly, he popped my right breast from the confines of my lacy bra in tandem with pushing a finger, or possibly two, deep inside my slick depths. My eyes popped open. When had I closed them?

My need grew a thousand times higher as he sucked on one nipple. My gaze dropped and I noticed the two half-filled Waterford flutes at our feet before I slammed my head back into the tiled wall out of sheer pleasure. A gasp escaped my lips, and not from any head trauma. Pleasure won out over any stunned feelings from an incidental collision with the solid wall. Any reservations that hadn’t been drowned by the alcohol flew out of my mind.

“Yes,” I pleaded, needing more.

“Yes, what?” He growled like I was the honey to his hungry inner bear as his lips tasted my flesh.

My breast filled his mouth and his fingers continued to stroke in and out of me with precision. Then, as if he read my desire, his thumb skillfully brushed over my clit.

Overcome by the lightning building in my body, I said, “Fuck me.”

Begging was the least of my concerns—my ego was no longer in play. A cry sailed out of my mouth as the first orgasm hit. He didn’t stop and continued to stroke and rub, stroke and rub, prolonging my pleasure. As I crested the wave, my knees weakened. He responded by removing his fingers and cupping my ass one handed to steady me.

Damn, he was strong too. Total turn-on if I wasn’t already. Then his free hand snapped the string of my thong, leaving it hanging but out of the way as I looked on.

“Now I’m going to fuck you,” he stated as fact.

Still, that free hand wasn’t done. He freed himself, tore open a condom with his teeth and slid the damn thing on with fluid movements. It happened so fast in the shadowy stall, I’d only heard the ripping of the foil.

It wouldn’t be until later that I would consider how often he must have done this with other women, based on his skill level.

He pushed a big thigh between my legs to spread me wide, urging me to wrap them around his waist. Desire made me compliant and he lifted me off the ground and onto him. I didn’t have time to think before he sheathed himself to the hilt deep inside me. I sucked in a breath, partly from pleasure and partly from pain, my eyes widening as he stretched me. I chastised myself for not looking at him first. He was clearly larger than anyone who’d been inside me before.