my surprise, he climbed in the back seat with me instead of getting into the front with his friend.
“Where to?” the guy in the driver’s seat asked.
“Oh,” I giggled to cover my embarrassment. “Um, I’m staying at the hotel on Main Street. The one with resort and spa in the name. I can’t remember the first part of it though. Do you know which one I’m talking about?”
“The Winchester?”
“That’s it!” I shouted excitedly.
“Yeah, I know where it is,” he laughed and put the truck into gear.
I was unaware of Bronze inching closer to me until he was practically plastered against my side. “Can I help you with something?” I asked and arched a brow.
“Yes, you can,” he rasped and flicked his eyes to my mouth.
“We’re here,” the driver announced.
“Thanks, man,” Bronze said and clapped him on the shoulder. “I’ll catch you tomorrow.”
“No problem, VP. Have a good night.”
“I plan to,” Bronze smirked and ushered me toward the hotel. “Thanks for the ride!” I shouted and gave a little wave before practically speed walking to the bay of elevators.
“No need to rush, Sweet Sloane,” he said when he caught up with me. “I’m not going anywhere until I’ve fucked you hard enough that you’ll feel me for days.”
There was something hidden in his voice. Something hungry and full of need. Something barely restrained. Something that probably should have made me send him on his way. But it didn’t.
Instead, I pulled him into the elevator when the doors opened. The moment they closed, he had me pinned against the wall with his unbelievably firm body deliciously pressed against mine.
“I can’t wait to see how many times I can make you come,” he rumbled.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned and fisted his shirt.
He bent closer, lowering his mouth to mine, and when he was only a hair’s breadth away, the door opened with an obnoxious ding.
He growled. Growled. Then, he was the one pulling me into the hall. “Which way?”
“This way.” I tugged on his hand and started down the long trek to my room. The hotel only had one set of elevators, and my room had to be the farthest one from them.
“Where in the hell are you staying? Out back in the janitor’s closet?” he grumbled as we rounded the last corner.
Finally, we made it to my door, and I extended the key card toward the lock with my shaking hand. Pressing against me from behind, he smoothed his hands down my arms while resting his forehead on the top of my head. “Sloane,” he said with a hint of warning in his tone. “I’m gonna fuck you the second you open that door. If you don’t want that, now’s the time to say it.”
“Okay,” I whispered, and his warmth immediately disappeared as he took a step back. I whirled around so fast I almost lost my balance. “No! Don’t go,” I said, much louder than I intended. “I meant, ‘Okay, I understand, and I’m going to open the door as soon as my fucking hand stops shaking.’”
He watched me while I silently cursed my nerves and tried to steady my hand long enough to unlock the door. Finally, the green light flashed, and I shoved the door open with a little too much exuberance, causing it to slam into the wall. “Oops.”
He placed one hand on my shoulder and stopped me from entering. “You sure?” Was I? No, I wasn’t. Not entirely. But there was something about him that drew me in and consumed me in a way no one ever had. I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life if I let go of the opportunity to experience him.
“Very,” I managed to purr. What was in those drinks? I hoped sober me would remember that drunk me made a mental note to find out more about the BWOLs—mainly how I could convince Layla to give me the recipe.
Following me into my hotel suite, he whistled when I turned the lights on, causing me to blush. “Sweet Sloane doesn’t skimp on the travel expenses.”
For the most part, I tried to behave modestly and not let my affluent upbringing affect my lifestyle. In other words, I tried not to act like a rich bitch, even though technically, I was one. But, he was right; I didn’t skimp on the travel expenses. After walking into a room crawling with roaches at a low budget hotel, I never made that mistake again.
Dropping my purse on the sofa, I kicked my shoes