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  A flush splashed across her cheeks in a flurry. She nodded. “Caught red-handed.”

  “I like that you were looking.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes,” he said, and seconds later the elevator doors opened with a swish, then closed with a swoosh. Faint music played inside, a low beat, sexy and moody. The lighting was dim and silver walls flashed their faces back at them in a midnight-blue glow. Michelle was sure this hotel was rarely used for business.

  “Are you sure you were here for a business deal?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

  “Because this is a sex hotel. I think that’s the only reason people come here.”

  “Then isn’t it good that we met here?” he asked, but before she could answer, he spun her around, so she faced the wall of the elevator as the lift chugged upstairs. He crowded her in, and she gripped the bar as he pressed his body against her, his firm chest flush with her spine, and his erection against her lower back. The hard, full, thick length of it.

  She sighed happily, and grinned at him in the reflection, then pushed back against him, letting him know she liked what she felt.

  “I’m glad you approve,” he said, in her ear, his voice low, raspy, and thoroughly intoxicating.

  “Seems I do so far,” she said, as lust washed through her.

  As the elevator soared, he tugged her in closer, and the heat in her core shot up. He traveled from her ear to the back of her neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses that made her belly clench and her thighs tighten. His hands roamed down her sides to her waist, her hips, her thighs, as he ground against her backside, giving her a hint of what was in store. “What do you want me to do to you when we get in that room?” he said, and then she gasped when she felt his hand on the back of her knee, brushing his fingertips against her bare flesh.

  “What are my choices?”

  “Here are some options. Lick you, finger you, or fuck you?”

  Her eyes floated closed as a wave of sparks shot through her body like a flare gun. She licked her lips. “I’m hungry. Can I have the one, two and three, please?”

  “As you wish.” He moved his hand up her thigh, and she gripped the armrest harder because her legs felt wobbly from his touch. Then his palm was on her rear, and he teased at the lace of her panties with his fingers, trailing them along the edge, one finger hooking into the band. “You do have a fantastic fucking ass. Both cheeks are gorgeous,” he said.

  “Thank you,” she said softly, loving his compliments.

  The lift slowed as they neared the twenty-first floor.

  “Almost there,” he mused as he brushed his fingers along the edge of her ass. Instinctively, she shifted her stance, opening wider, giving him access even if they were only in this elevator for ten more seconds. She wanted to be touched so badly it felt like a madness. Like she’d go insane if he teased her more with those fingers that seemed to know the path around her body. He dipped his thumb under her panties, then edged closer to where she was molten for him.

  “And you are so fucking wet already,” he growled, lightly brushing his fingers over the damp scrap of fabric. Her back bowed, her body crying out for his touch. “Is this all from when I kissed you at the bar?”

  “No. It’s from you trying to fuck me in an elevator,” she said, firing back. She wasn’t some blushing virgin, or some innocent wide-eyed girl, who’d never seen the world nor heard a foul word from a man. She might have been terribly unlucky in love, but she knew plenty about sex, and she wasn’t going to play the part of a sweet, shy thing. But he didn’t seem to want her to, because he slipped his hand between her legs, sliding a finger through her slick flesh.

  “Good, because I want to fuck you in the elevator. In the hallway. On the bed. In the shower. I have wanted to fuck you since I first saw you,” he said as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. They spilled out and the hall was empty. Praise the Lord of One-Night Stands, because he pushed her up against the wall in seconds, grabbing her wrists and holding them at her sides, and kissing her so hard that she was sure she might melt into a puddle of simmering lust and heat. She was wanted. Desperately wanted. By someone she craved. She had no notion when she walked into The Pierson that she’d be doing anything but walking out an hour later when her talk was done. But her plan for the evening had been upended, turned and twisted inside out into something entirely unexpected. And something she didn’t think she could stand going without. Her whole body pulsed for him, her blood thrumming through her veins to the rhythm of want, a pounding in her ears that blotted out everything but the feelings that charged through her.

  She spent so much time in her head. So many moments of her life thinking, analyzing, considering.

  Throwing that all out the door, she angled her hips as if she could pull him closer, even with her hands pinned. He responded with a press of his body. They were magnets tonight, crashing into their opposite charge, smashing, pushing, pulling.

  His thumbs dug into her wrists as he held her tight, the pressure from them a new kind of sensation, hard against her bones. His lips smashed against hers, his mouth consuming her, taking her breath, taking her space, leaving nothing behind but hot need.

  Now. That word echoed in her brain. She couldn’t wait. She couldn’t stop. She wanted him everywhere. Tongues, lips, mouth, fingers, but most of all she wanted him inside her. She ached with a deep throbbing desire that had to be quenched.

  She managed to somehow separate her lips from his greedy ones that wanted to devour her.

  “Jack,” she breathed out in a voice that was feather-thin. She was barely able to form words. Language seemed a monumental task, akin to climbing a mountain right now. Words were hazy, nebulous, but somehow she grabbed hold of the most important ones.

  “I need you inside me. I can’t wait for anything else.”

  “I can’t wait to give you a much better orgasm than the one you were going to give yourself,” he said, grabbing her hand, threading his fingers through hers and leading her around the bank of elevators and to the room. He slid the key into the slot and turned around, grabbing the waistband of her skirt, tugging her in close, and kissing her once more, as if he couldn’t stop. As if he simply had to touch her and taste her. First her jawline, then her lips, then deep into her mouth, kissing her passionately and with so much fire that she was certain she was going to set off smoke detectors any second.

  But even if she did, she wouldn’t stop. Let them sound. Let them ring.

  * * *

  They didn’t even make it to the bed.

  There was no point.

  Beds were for the next time. For all-night sessions. For lovers that had been together before. For this? The first time called for the wall, because they couldn’t wait. He’d been hard since she sat down at the bar, that hot body taunting him in her sexy outfit that she didn’t even realize was sexy. Or hell, maybe she did.

  As the door clanged shut, he backed her up against the wall, reached his hand behind her head, and unclipped her hair. Her soft brown hair spilled onto her shoulders and over his fingers.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her hair that smelled like jasmine. “Can I call you beautiful?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “Then stand with your feet spread, beautiful, and rock your sweet little body into my mouth,” he told her, her eyes widening with both surprise and lust as he bent down, kneeling, and pushed up her skirt in seconds. “I have to taste you.”

  “Don’t let me stop you,” she said, her lips curling up, and he liked that she was so quick to talk back. A naughty one. A woman unafraid to speak her mind. He reached for her panties—black lace—and brought them down to her knees, then leaned in. He was dying to run his tongue along that enticing seam of her pussy lips. Spread them open and let her wetness flood his mouth. But first he wanted to inhale her scent, so he ran his nose along her thighs, feeling her quiver against his cheek.

  “You smell so fucking good,” he said roughly.

  “Oh, God,” she panted. He looked up and watched her as her head fell back against the wall. He hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already grasping for his hair, trying to draw him near. Heat tore through him at her reaction, and he buzzed his lips and nose closer to her delicious center, breathing in her sexiness, inhaling her arousal.

  The scent of her desire shot through him like an earthquake rumbling across the land. He pressed one soft kiss against her swollen clit, and she gasped. “Please,” she cried out, her voice ragged as it turned from sexy banter to bare need.

  “Oh, beautiful, you make me want to tease you,” he said, brushing his lips against her inner thighs, her wetness covering his stubbled jawline. Perfect. “You make me want to make you beg for it when you say that word.”

  “Please don’t make me beg,” she said, gripping his hair.

  “I won’t tonight, even though it drives me wild when you say please.”

  “Touch me. Just touch me,” she said, panting now. The need from her was so intense it tore through him, lust spreading across every inch of his body.

  But he couldn’t resist the game. “Tell me what you want,” he said, making it clear this was an order. “Say it. Tell me where you want my mouth right now.”

  “Please, Jack. Lick me, eat me, taste me, fuck me with your tongue.”

  He hissed out a breath. God, he loved that kind of mouth.

  He licked her once, groaning from the intoxicating taste of her wet pussy. Flattening his tongue, he licked her again and she cried out. She let go of his hair, and brought her right hand to her chest. Touching herself, feeling her own breast. Fuck, that was hot.

  “I need you to do something,” he told her, looking up at her.

  “Yes?” she said, her
eyes hazy.

  “Give me all of your pussy. Don’t hold back.”

  That was all she needed. One piece of instruction, and she took it quickly. She started rocking her hips into his face as he kissed her delicious wetness, narrowing in on her clit, sucking it in his mouth as she arched into him. He glanced up again; her lips were parted, her mouth open, her breathing turning into erratic pants, signaling her need. She was so damn sensuous. She was like sex on fire.

  She ran her other hand through her hair, gripping it hard, and in that instant he could picture her as she masturbated, threading a hand through her hair or fondling a breast as she took herself there. There was something about a sexy woman who liked to play with herself that brought him to his knees. Maybe it was why he did what he did for a living, but to find a woman this gorgeous who was so clearly in touch with her own need to come made his blood turn hotter than hell.

  “Oh God, please stop,” she called out.

  He looked up at her, but didn’t cease the attention he lavished on her swollen clit. He lapped her up, flicking his tongue against her, causing her to buck against his mouth. The thought of being covered in her juices stiffened his cock even further, straining against his zipper.

  “Stop, you have to stop, you have to stop,” she said, like a plea.

  He relented, pulling back. “You okay?”

  “Yes. I’m just going to come so soon, and I want to do it with you inside me.”

  As much as he wanted to press his hands on the inside of her thighs, spread her wider and ignore her request, he was also a gentleman, and if the lady wanted something different far be it from him to deny her wishes.

  He rose, starting to unzip his pants. “I’m only stopping because you asked. But since you denied me the pleasure of tasting you come, I want to warn you that I fully intend to tease the ever-loving fuck out of your pussy the next time I’m down there.”

  His eyes were fixed on her, and he watched as she shivered, her shoulders shaking briefly as if his words had sent a wave of pleasure through her body. “I can live with that,” she said, and in seconds she was unknotting his tie and unbuttoning his shirt in a flurry. She pressed her hands against his chest, and he hissed in a breath at the feel of her touch on his bare skin for the first time.

  “Please tell me you have a condom,” she said.

  He nodded, grinned at her as she worked the final buttons. “I do, and it’s kind of a funny story because I didn’t have one when I walked into this hotel,” he said, reciprocating with her shirt, stripping it off. “When I got the room, I asked the desk clerk if he happened to have a condom. He winked at me, slapped one in my palm, and said ‘Always happy to help a dude out.’”

  She laughed, the sound like a wind chime, and it dropped down in his heart for the briefest of moments. What the hell? This was a one-night stand. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything anywhere except in his groin, so he focused on that, ignoring the fact that he’d had a fantastic time with her at the bar, and that one of the reasons he wanted her so badly was that he liked her mind as much as her body.

  But her body . . . here before him . . . that’s what he needed right now, and he had a mission—make her come once, twice, then a third time. A night like this, a woman like her, one time would never satisfy him.

  He took the condom from his pocket. He guided her hand back to his briefs, and pressed her palm against his erection. She drew a sharp breath as she touched him for the first time, and her reaction sent a shiver down his spine. “I like,” she whispered.

  “Good,” he said softly, moving her hands to the waistband. “Take them off.”

  She pushed his unzipped pants and his briefs down to his knees, then stared at his cock. She ran the tip of her tongue across her teeth and swallowed hard.

  “I like it very, very much,” she said, sounding mesmerized as she gazed at his hard length. She took him in her hand and stroked him several times, and he nearly growled from the pleasure that ricocheted through his body as she touched him. Quickly, he stilled her hand. “You made me stop, so now I’m going to make you stop.”

  He pressed the condom into her palm, and buzzed his lips along her neck up to her ear. “Put it on me,” he said in a firm voice, giving her a command.

  She opened the wrapper, tossing it to the floor, then slid it on him. She tugged his body closer, rubbing the head of his cock across her slippery wetness. A wave of heat licked his veins, scorching him. He welcomed it. Fucking gladly.

  “Were you worried you couldn’t come twice if I finished going down on you?”

  “Yes.”

  “You know that only makes me want to prove you wrong,” he said, then reached for her leg, gripped her thigh, and wrapped it around him. “Hold on tight, beautiful. I’m going to take you for a ride.”

  * * *

  She’d be making an offering tomorrow to the Patron Saint of Endowment because Jack did not have a textbook cock. Not even close. He was long, thick, wide, and absolutely fucking perfect. But more than that, he knew what to do with this beautiful gift he’d been given. He entered her, and she moaned instantly as he filled her, stretching her in ways she hadn’t been stretched in God only knew how long. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to his size.

  “I can handle it,” she murmured.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Good. Because I’m not going to take it easy. Not after you teased me when I was on my knees for you,” he said, thrusting deeper into her. She grasped his shoulders, holding on tight. She wanted to run her hands all over his beautiful body, to explore his chest, to grab his hard ass, and run her fingers across it.

  But all she could do was hold on as he pumped into her, giving her the fucking he’d promised. Taking her deep, and hard, and up against the wall. The room was dark, only a faint glow from the bathroom light illuminated them, but they would have made quite a picture. A silhouette of unbridled lust. His shirt open, his pants down to his knees, shoes still on. Half-undressed too, only her panties had made it off. Her shirt was undone, her bra still on, her skirt hiked up to her waist. He gripped her leg tight, his hands strong and unyielding as if he would never let go of her as he rolled his hips, sending his cock deeper into her, his hard length hitting her with just the perfect amount of friction.

  “You tasted so good, Michelle. I don’t like that you denied me,” he said in a hot growl against her throat. “But it only makes me want you more.”

  “I just wanted you inside me. You feel so good inside me.”

  “Fucking you is perfection,” he groaned, then reached his other hand to her ass, squeezing the cheek hard, unleashing a blast of pure heat through her body. She felt as if she were on fire, as if her body had become an inferno of pleasure as he drove into her. Words were no longer needed, not even their naughty back and forth, because they were reduced to pants and moans. His steely length filled her so completely that she was sure nothing else existed in the whole wide world. But this—the pure and absolute bliss of his glorious cock sliding in and out, harder, deeper, faster. His fingers playing against the soft flesh of her rear. Squeezing her cheeks.

  The world around her was white with bright, hot stars exploding as he took her deeper.

  He bent his head to her neck, all while gripping her, never letting go. Her belly clenched, and she felt the first surge of sensations, like a rocket engine starting to burn, rattling as it began to take off. He pressed his lips to her shoulder as he pumped into her. He bit down, his teeth sharp against her skin, sending a rush of fresh and sweet pain into her body. It was the key turned in the ignition, and in an instant there was liftoff. She shot into the sky, engulfed in pleasure that spread in a fury from her center all the way through to her fingertips.

  Her moans escalated. Her words became a frenzied chorus of I’m going to come, I’m going to come. Then, finally, his name.

  “Oh God, Jack,” she called out, not even recognizing her own voice anymore. Not even sure where it was coming from. She wasn’t even here. She was in an opium den of bliss, a pleasure palace of his making as he thrust so deep and so hard that she swore her first orgasm rolled right into a second one. The next wave hit her unexpectedly, a shattering burst of bright light and gorgeous heat that pulsed through her in aftershocks. She didn’t think she ever wanted to stop coming, even as he raced to join her on the other side, another bite into her shoulder setting him off.