off my body.
“Meet you at your hotel,” he said and ended the call.
I walked into the hotel parking lot, which was mostly empty. I waited out front for him, enjoying the crisp, Utah air. I hadn’t lived in Liberty for many years. Ever since my dad packed us up and moved to Vegas when I was fourteen. But even though Vegas was technically my home, Liberty felt like where I belonged. Maybe one day I’d come back, settle down, and have my own family here.
A pickup truck pulled into the parking lot and parked near me. Graham stepped down from the massive beast of a vehicle and walked my way. My eyes moved over his body. I’d seen him mostly naked, sure, but his muscular form in those tight jeans and t-shirt was still a sight for sore eyes. He smiled at me, and my knees went weak.
“Well hello there, beautiful,” he said. “So did you have a good time at your party?”
“Sure did, though I have to admit, it would have been better if you’d stayed.” I flashed a flirty smile at him.
“I don’t know if men are allowed at bachelorette parties unless they’re taking their clothes off,” he joked.
“You could have continued doing that. I doubt anyone would have cared.”
He looked away for a second and covered his face with his hand, pretending to run it over his beard. I’d embarrassed him.
“The private show offer is still on the table, you know. And I don’t expect payment for it either,” he said. “It would be completely free for you.”
“So am I a VIP or something now?”
“Oh yes, you’re very important, Emmy,” he flirted.
Hearing him say my name in his rough voice with his southern twang was seriously one of the hottest things I’d ever heard. Very few people called me Emmy - mostly just Liv and the girls I grew up with in Liberty. In Vegas and at college, I was Emilia.
I didn’t correct him. The intimacy of him calling me by my nickname – a nickname my mother had given me as a child – was incredibly arousing.
“I might just take you up on that offer, then,” I said with a playful wink. “Your place or mine?”
“We’re already here, aren’t we?”
He had a point. I had to be up early for the wedding preparations the next day, but this was only going to be a quick fling – nothing more. I didn’t see us hanging out and grabbing breakfast in the morning.
“Alright,” I said. “My place it is. Right this way.”
“One question first,” Graham said, giving me a once over.
“Go for it.”
“How much have you had to drink tonight?” he asked.
“One glass of champagne during a toast, but that was two hours ago,” I confessed. “I don’t typically drink alcohol. Not much, anyway.”
“Good. Wouldn’t want you to do anything you regret.”
I couldn’t contain my smile. “Oh trust me, handsome. I’m not going to regret anything we do tonight.”
Who am I right now? I thought to myself. Everything I was doing and saying was so unlike me, but I just couldn’t help it. My libido was definitely in charge tonight.
I turned and walked into the main entrance of the hotel. It was late, which was why I was surprised to see owner Leah Barnes working the counter still. Leah’s family had been friends with mine, and even though she was a couple years older than me, she still remembered me from high school.
Leah flashed us a friendly smile as we entered. She looked past me at Graham and cocked her eyebrow but didn’t say a word as we walked past her and down the hall to the rooms.
As soon as we were in the room, something primal kicked in for both of us. Once the door was closed, we no longer tried to carry on a conversation or even pretend that we were there for anything other than sex.
Graham lifted me into those strong arms, my feet dangling off the floor as our lips smashed together. I felt small next to him and it was hot as hell.
My mouth opened, and his tongue danced with mine. My breasts pressed against his chest, and my nipples were already hard. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let him carry me the rest of the way into the room. He laid me down on the bed gently and stood before me.
“Are you gonna dance for me?” I teased.
“Only if you want me to.”
“As long as you take it all