I turn to her, a wolf’s smirk on my face.
“Tess, you’re more than worth it,” I snarl.
The receptionist quickly becomes the friendliest man I’ve ever met when I casually make the payment, and then Tess and I are walking to the private execute lobby, reserved for the suite.
The moment the doors close and we’re alone – truly alone for the first time tonight – the carnal conqueror inside of me rises up and takes dominion over my consciousness.
She squeals as I grab her by the hips and press her up against the walls of the elevator, laying my lips against hers. She opens her mouth and our tongues battle, the tips flaring together, sensations burning and sizzling in a million hungry ways.
I slide my hands up her legs, savoring the feel of her bare skin, the way she shivers with each movement.
Higher and higher—I can’t fucking stop.
I slide up between her thighs and palm her pussy, grinding against her underwear.
She shivers and sighs as she twitches against my palm, and I keep rubbing, harder, faster, the elevator taking us up and up like we’re soaring.
“Come right here,” I growl, breaking off the kiss and staring into her bejeweled eyes. “Look at me as you do it, Tess. Look into my eyes as your cream all over my hand like the sexy slice of perfection you are.”
She gazes at me, eyes wide, biting her lip to stop from screaming as I slip her panties aside and frantically stroke the wetness of her naked pussy. I grind against her clit and her lips, taking her, owning her.
“Ah, ah,” she gasps, as the elevator doors beep open behind us. “Jesus—”
“Keep looking at me,” I command.
Her eyelids flutter as she struggles to keep her eyes open, her pleasure making her mouth open in a way that’s just begging for my hot wet cock, her lips pursed, pouting as her orgasm shatters through her and her precious cream squirts over my hand.
“G-God,” she gasps, tears of pleasure beading in her eyes.
“Come,” I growl, grabbing her hand and leading her into the hallway, my heartbeat pumping with the importance of this moment, with my hunger – my primal need – to get her into the bedroom before I explode in a torrent of heat.Chapter SeventeenTessI barely have a chance to drink in the majesty of the hotel suite.
The regal furnishings, the high ceilings with the chandeliers, the intricately weaved rugs draped over the marble flooring … it all passes by in a flash as Tanner and I basically run into the bedroom, my body still sore and needy from the orgasm in the elevator.
Tanner shoves the door to the bedroom open, revealing a four poster bed with silk curtains draping down in elegant semicircles. Floor to ceiling windows overlook the city, but not for long … Tanner paces across and roughly drags the curtain, closing us into darkness until I find the light switch, causing the electric chandelier to bloom and sparkle, filling the room with glittering magical illumination.
He turns to me, tall and powerful in his suit.
His eyes flit up and down my body, his jaw tight as he drinks in the sight of me.
Nerves try to rise inside of me, battering down the walls of my lust, trying to tell me that I don’t deserve this moment. I don’t deserve what other women deserve.
But then a voice screams in my head, Yes I fucking do deserve it.
I feel a fresh confidence smoothing through me as Tanner approaches, moving slowly, each step causing an answering ramping up of my heartbeat.
“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you look right now?” he growls.
He smooths my hair behind my ear, tickling me lustfully, and then moves closer, and closer so that there’s no space between us, my breasts pressing flat against his midriff and my body buzzing from being immersed in him.
“I’m going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked,” he snarls. “Until you cream down my cock, your womb gives me its signal that she’s ready to take my goddamned seed.”
“I’m ready,” I whisper.
“Good,” he snarls. “Because you’re too sexy for me to have any semblance of self-control now.”
He reaches down and loops his arms around me, picking me up as though I weigh nothing. I squeal in delight and wrap my arms around his shoulders, part of me still disbelieving that Tanner Telford has his hands on me, Tanner Telford wants me.
But the rest is ready to sink into the moment.
He drops me onto the bed and I bounce a little, gazing up at him.
“Naked, now,” he commands, his voice trembling as he gazes at me, his icy blues wide and consuming. “I want to watch you undress for me.”
I kneel and grab my dress, pulling it up and over my head, trying to batter down the self-consciousness of my thighs and belly being suddenly exposed. Then I reach around and unclip my bra, and finally, I lie back, wriggling out of my panties.