in the morning.”
Flashbacks of last night fill my head. My stomach flips at the thought of his tongue flicking between my thighs, and I shift in my seat.
“I’m up for … whatever,” I say, hoping he can read between the lines—and praying his driver and the three security guards with us don’t. In a perfect world, I’d exercise restraint. I’d suggest a museum or a movie, something neutral and unsexy. But last night’s been playing in my mind on a loop all day, and I’ve been craving another release ever since.
It’s Trey’s turn to shift. He loosens his tie, his lips turning up at the side. “Whatever … sounds like a plan.”
Once again, we’re on the same page.
The chauffeur deposits us under a black awning covered in the hotel’s monogram, and the guard in the front seat takes us inside. We board the elevator, and Trey’s fingers trace my lower back before trailing lower. A spray of goose bumps cover my flesh, and I stay still as a statue so as not to capture the guard’s attention.
When we arrive on our floor, a man and a much younger woman are waiting to board. The woman nudges her partner, nodding toward Trey with giant eyes and gaping, overfilled lips. But before they have a chance to say anything, the guard sweeps us away to our room.
The door isn’t halfway closed before he pins me against the wall. Lifting my arms over my head, he captures my wrists in his grip as his mouth trails tingling kisses down my neck. I writhe, heart beating in my throat, barely able to feel the marble floor beneath my weightless body.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he all but growls, his cinnamon breath hot against my skin. “Every time I look at you, it’s all I can do not to touch you.”
He releases his hold and cups my cheek in his hand before his mouth crushes mine. Inhaling the scent of coffee shops and bookstores and Seattle sea breeze, I breathe him in and let myself melt against the magnetic heat of his body. His hips press against mine, his bulge prominent and unapologetic. I climb into his arms with an urgency unlike any I’ve known before.
Cupping my ass, he lifts me, carrying me to the bedroom suite and depositing me on the freshly made bed. Climbing over me, he tastes my lips once more as his hand unfastens the buttons of my blouse one by one, until my bare stomach is exposed to the icy air of our hotel room.
His fingertips trace my flesh, followed by his mouth, but, with each inch closer to my pulsing arousal, my body tenses.
Sitting up, I place my hand against his chest and gently push him to his back. Before he has a chance to protest, I straddle him, working his zipper.
He doesn’t argue. Most men don’t when your hands are deep into their pants.
I free his cock, palming his impressive girth before bringing my lips to meet the tip.
Dragging my tongue along his veiny ridges, his thighs go limber beneath me as he melts into the mattress the instant I take him into my mouth. A moment later, he attempts to pull me closer to him—but it’s still daytime outside, and the break in the blackout curtains spills light onto the bed.
We’re not in the dark. Not completely.
There are things I’m not ready for him to see, things I don’t want to explain—not here, not yet.
I ignore his insistence and suck him harder, faster, until he gives up … and gives in. When he finally explodes in my mouth, I swallow once before disappearing into the bathroom to freshen up.
He’s still on the bed when I come out, his fly zipped but belt buckle undone.
Pulling me into his lap, he whispers, “Your turn,” before burying his face into my neck, caressing the curve of my hips, and working his way to my waistband.
I place a hand on his chest, leaning in to nibble his ear, and I whisper in return, “Later.”
And I fully intend to cash in on that promise …
He frowns, brows furrowed. His lips part, as if he’s about to question me, but I silence him with a kiss before climbing off.
“I’m going to grab some fresh air,” I say as I head to the balcony.
Once outside, the wind sweeps my hair over my shoulders, and I keep an eye on the glass slider, fully expecting him to step out any moment. But he leaves me alone,