So we’ve given you Chapter 1…now enjoy Chapter 2 of HITCHED, our very SEXy contemporary romance, coming November 23!
A cell phone rings. Not mine, I realize, looking down at the phone next to me.
Sebastian turns away to reach for his cell charging on the table by the side of the bed. “Doctor Donovan here.”
Doctor? While I rack my brain to see if this is information I already had access to, he wraps up the call with monosyllabic responses.
The muscles in his back and shoulders flex, a stress response, perhaps, mirroring the urgency in his voice. He has a tattoo on his back, a stylized image of the moon with stars surrounding it.
I remember that tattoo.
We couldn’t keep our hands off each other as we walked through the casino toward the elevators. “I have a room here for tonight,” he said.
“In anticipation of this?”
“Actually, no. There’s a convention here that I was a speaker for. I live in town, but it was easier to get a room. Finding you was a lucky surprise that I intend to take full advantage of.”
The elevator binged and opened, and we walked on. I was surprised that no one else crammed in with us, but we didn’t waste the privacy.
He pressed me to the wall and ran a hand up my inner thigh, skimming the edges of my panties gently, then pressing harder, spreading my pussy through the satin material and rubbing against my clit. I sucked in a breath and pushed against him as I ran my hand over his cock. It strained against his slacks, desperate to escape.
When he moved my panties to the side and slid a finger, then two, into me, I gasped, wet and ready and needing him so badly that I was nearly choking on desire. “I want you inside me.”
“Darling, I want to be inside of you.”
Moving so fast I didn’t realize what he was doing until he’d done it, he pressed the emergency button and stopped the elevator mid-floor. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, but later, I promise I’ll take my time,” he said as he turned me around, lifted my dress and pulled down my panties. With a knee, he spread my legs more, I heard a rip from a condom wrapper, then felt his cock—hard, huge, urgent—as he thrust himself into me.
Without preamble, without warning, but I didn’t care. I was wet and ready, and I pushed my hips against him to take him deeper as he held my waist, fingers digging into me as he did what he’d promised: fucked me hard and fast.
The taboo of it all made me so hot I came just before he did, my body spiraling as muscles clenched and heat pooled in my center, then spread like wildfire.
When he pulled out of me, I braced myself against the wall, adjusted my dress and panties, and he released the emergency button. The elevator started again and opened to his floor, where Vegas vacationers waited for one of the six other elevators positioned around ours.
I was sure everyone was staring, guessing at what we just did, but I didn’t care. He held my hand and led me to the executive suite at the end of the hallway. I whistled, impressed. I’d been to company conventions before and never stayed in the penthouse at one of the most expensive hotels on the strip.
The room was everything it should be. Cream furniture with accents of gold and light wood. A balcony overlooked the strip at night, and it took my breath away. By the sliding glass door, a two-person table hosted a basket of fresh fruit and chocolates, and in front of the luxurious cream couch was a matching ottoman with a chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses resting on it.
We skipped all of that and headed straight for the bed.
We undressed each other with more patience than we displayed on the elevator, our most urgent needs temporarily satiated.
I lay back on the bed, spreading my legs as he moved between them, flesh burning at the contact.
He began to fulfill the second half of his promise to me, taking his time to trail kisses from my mouth, down my neck, tracing a line with his tongue over my collarbone and the hollow of my throat. Each touch, each kiss made me quiver in delightful anticipation.
Taking one of my nipples into his mouth, he sucked and nibbled as his hand explored between my legs. I groaned, arching my hips to present my body to him.
Leaving a wet, exposed nipple throbbing, he moved down my belly and held my hips as he dipped his head between my thighs. When his tongue flicked out to tease my labia, I shuddered, reaching for him, my fingers twining in his hair as I pushed him deeper into me.
With skill and patience, he tortured me, circling my clit with his tongue but never touching it.
“More,” I moaned, running my fingers through his hair.
“Soon, darling. Remember, I said I’d take my time. And I always mean what I say.”
Fuck. This. Man. I needed him to make me come and fuck me. I pulled on his hair, and he licked my pussy from top to bottom in response.
“Why the fuck are you torturing me?” I asked.
He pulled back and grinned. “Because you tortured me all night, darling. I’ve needed this pussy since I first saw you, but you made me wait. Now it’s your turn.” And then he continued nipping, sucking, exploring with his mouth and fingers until I was on the edge of a cliff, about to fall into the abyss he’d created.
My fingers fell to his shoulders, digging into his skin as my tightly wound ball of need exploded into shards of color and light. “Oh God, Sebastian. Fuck me!”
Finally, he complied, easing his cock into me, eyes locked on mine as he slowly moved inside of me. His hands explored my body as I gripped him, nails sinking into muscle as our pace increased. When he lifted my legs onto his shoulders to deepen his reach, I cried out in pleasure and adjusted my hips to meet him. With frenetic energy, muscles flexing, he pounded me harder, so hard, so deep, I couldn’t breathe or think or do anything accept meet his need with my own, taking him in until I felt as if he’d tear me apart and remake me all at once.
His name was on my lips as I came harder than I could ever remember, and my pussy gripping his cock sent him over the edge too.
After, as he lay on his stomach, head turned to face me, I curled up next to him and traced the tattoos on his back with my fingers. “What do these stars mean?”
He shifted positions and looked up at me. “They represent the battles I lost.”
That’s all he’d said, and I didn’t press further.
Soon thirst and other needs forced us apart.
He smacked my ass playfully as I sauntered to the bathroom. “Hungry, darling?”
I considered. “Sure, I could eat.”
And so we dressed and left the hotel room, where the night of drinking commenced.
Sebastian hangs up and turns to me. “Darling, I have to go. One of my patients, a six-year-old girl, went into cardiac arrest, and I have to scrub in for surgery.”
Oh, God. Fuck me. This guy is too much. Sexy, delicious, and he saves kids for a living? I just can’t even.
I suck in my breath. “Of course.”
He stalks to me and pulls me into his arms, kissing me deeply as beads of water transfer from his skin to mine. His fingers bury themselves in my deep gold hair, holding my head as the kiss turns full-bodied.
We are both breathless when he pulls away. “I had an amazing night,” he says, his eyes holding my gaze. “I hope, as you remember it, that you will feel the same.”
He moves away, and my body feels the lack of him and wilts a little. He dresses quickly and then hands me a business card with a phone number scribbled on the back. “Here’s my cell. Text me your address, and we’ll figure this business out. I’ve ordered room service, so help yourself and stay as long as you’d like.”
Another kiss on the head and he’s gone, leaving me alone in the spacious room, still holding my one red shoe.
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