Betrayal (Infidelity Book 1) - Aleatha Romig Page 0,50

letting Fredrick know that we didn’t need his assistance to push the one button.

“Good night, sir, miss.”

We both giggled as the doors closed.

“I have plans for you.”

His deep tone sent chills across my skin. “Plans?” I asked with my most innocent tone and expression.

The corner of Nox’s lips moved upward. “Oh princess, you do that doe-in-the-headlights look very well.” The elevator began to move. “But I just fucked you in the bathroom of a gas station.” He pushed me against the dark paneling as his lips covered mine and his tongue took my breath. “That fuck’n innocent act… that ship has sailed.”

I swallowed, unsure what to say. Nox did that to me, took away my breath, words, and maybe my heart. When the doors opened and we stepped from the elevator hand in hand, I peered around, looking for Mrs. Witt. I’d never been to the suite when she wasn’t there.

“Are you looking for Mrs. Witt?”

I swear the man could read my damn mind.

“Yes, is she here?”

He tugged my hand, pulling me toward the ostentatious floral arrangement. The sweet aroma of orchids eclipsed his woodsy cologne. Flinging his jacket onto a bench, Nox’s smirk returned as he effortlessly lifted me onto the edge of the marble table. Spreading my knees he leaned between my legs. “Would it matter to you if she were?” His arm surrounded my waist and pulled me closer as his other hand moved higher on my leg. “You told a whole gas station full of people you wanted my cock inside of you. My cock,” he repeated with the lifting of his brow. “That was the word you used. It doesn’t seem like someone who would do that would be concerned about the presence of one woman.”

I lowered my forehead to Nox’s shoulder. A rush of blood colored my cheeks as I murmured against his jacket, “I know Mrs. Witt. I didn’t know—”

“Matt and Sally…?” He lifted my eyes to his. “They were the only two wearing name tags.”

I shook my head. “I used the wrong word.”

“You did?”

“Yes, I should have said dick, as in you’re being one right now.”

Nox laughed as his pale eyes sparkled. “Am I now?”

“Yes,” I said defiantly; however, with my chin still held captive and a grin on my face, I didn’t think he believed me.

His thumb caressed my cheek. “I don’t think so. You see, princess, I doubt that crowd gives many standing ovations, and we were fortunate enough to get one.”

Oh! I was so embarrassed.

I met his wicked eyes, and asked, “Mrs. Witt?”

“She has her own suite. For the rest of the night…” He spread my legs wider. Brushing his lips to mine, his fingers found my folds. “…you’re mine. All mine.”

Tilting my head back, Nox nuzzled my neck. His stubble abraded my sensitive flesh like the prickling sensation of a thousand needles sending sparks from my neck to my core. When my breathing increased, Nox lifted me from the table and cradled me against his chest.

“This is where I get to decide,” he smirked.

“Decide?”

“Should I be the dick you mentioned?”

I reached up and kissed his cheek. “Do I have any other options?”

He carried me toward his bedroom. “I promised you what you deserved. I don’t break promises.”

My eyes opened wide in astonishment as he opened the door to a sea of flickering candles—hundreds of candles everywhere—on the armoire, windowsills, and tables.

“How?”

He set me on the floor and pulled me toward the bathroom, also illuminated by candlelight. I turned a full circle in awe. The large tub was filled with bubbles and the scent of lavender hung heavily in the air.

“The other night,” he explained, “my visit to your suite interrupted your bubble bath, and I told you earlier that you deserved walks on the beach and candlelight.” He gently spun me around and lowered the zipper of my dress, all the way down. “We’ve walked,” he murmured against my skin. “Now it’s time for candlelight.” Slipping the straps from my shoulders, he allowed my dress to flutter to the ground, creating a puddle of black silk around my feet. Nox gently pulled the tie from my low ponytail as I stood with my back still toward him, wearing only my heels. “You have the most beautiful hair.” He spoke as he gathered it higher and wound the tie around it. “In here,” he went on, “with the candlelight, it’s the color of mahogany, rich and distinguished, but in the sun, I see red and yellow.” He twisted the