I closed my eyes, allowing my senses to feel everything at once. Apollo’s fingers were building me up, playing me like a game of chess, making moves to make me his. “We’re almost there, Greer. Give it to me,” he urged as his fingers sped up.
Just as he pinched my clit again, he gently bit down on my bottom lip, throwing me into a sea of ecstasy. His fingers continued to gently stroke my clit, while he mumbled against my mouth. “Fucking beautiful,” he growled. “I can’t wait to feel your tight pussy grabbing my dick like a vise when I make you come again.”
His words sent another tremor through my body, and my anticipation built even as I was still coming down from my first orgasm. “Please, stop,” I pleaded. I wanted more, but I preferred to be in Apollo’s bed the next time I came.
He pressed one last kiss to my lips and slid my panties back in place. “If I touch you any more, I’m going to take you right here and not care about the consequences.” Apollo pulled my dress down and gently slid me next to him. “Don’t look at me like that, Greer. I’m standing on the edge of losing myself in you, and when that happens, I prefer it not to be in the back of my car. Although that does have the potential for a later time.”
Apollo opened the door and stepped out in one motion. He held his hand out to me, and I felt my heart flutter at his mention of car sex later. Each word he spoke, I committed to memory.
“Greer, take my damn hand. Put me out of my fucking misery. Your sexy coyness is seriously going to be the death of me,” he growled low.
I wasn’t being coy. I was still in shock by the fact that I was here at this moment. I had just came all over his hand, and he was expecting me to get out of the car, let alone actually form a coherent thought.
I grabbed his hand, and his calloused fingers gently squeezed my hand and intertwined with my fingers as he pulled me from the car. “I’m sorry,” I murmured. I normally was able to keep my cool around Apollo, but that was back when he didn’t touch me. When I thought he didn’t see me as anything more than his friend’s sister.
His hand reached up and cupped my cheek. “Don’t apologize, Greer. I’m an ass because something I’ve wanted for so long is about to be mine, and I’ve lost my patience entirely.” His thumb brushed across my cheek. “If you’d let me, I’d take you against this car right now.”
A fire burned through me at his words. I swallowed hard, my eyes never leaving his. “I’m pretty sure I’d let you,” I whispered. I would—no doubt about it.
Apollo hissed, pressed a hard kiss to my lips, and spun around. “You’re adding to my list of things I want to do to you, Greer.”
I gulped, wondering if he just added sex in public to the list, and let him tug me towards the front entrance. As long as he was involved, I would be game. I knew Apollo would never do anything to me that wouldn’t be amazing. “What exactly did you just add to the list?” I asked as Apollo headed straight to the bank of elevators and pressed the button to call for one.
Apollo smirked and shook his head. “You’ll find out when it happens, sweet Greer.”
“I like when you call me that,” I mumbled as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Thankfully there was no one in the elevator, and no one else was wanting to go up with us. The doors slid shut behind us as Apollo hit the button for the fifteenth floor then pressed me against the wall.
“I’ve always thought of you like that, sweet Greer. Now I know it’s the truth. I’ve never tasted anything sweeter than you.” He caged me in with his arms and leaned into me. “I think you’ve created an addiction that I’ll never be able to satisfy.”
His lips devoured mine before I could even form a coherent thought. My hands went to the buttons on his suit, slightly fumbling till I managed to slip them loose. I pushed his jacket open, and my hands slid up his chest, feeling his rock hard body beneath. “I’ve always loved the way you look in a suit, but I’m dying to know what you look like without it.”
Apollo glanced over his shoulder. “Five more floors, and you won’t be wondering anymore.”
I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. “Can we add elevator sex to your list?” I purred. My fingers worked his bowtie loose and tugged it off. Just as I had the top two buttons of his shirt worked open, the elevator dinged, and the doors glided open.
“It’s been moved to the top of the list,” he promised. He grabbed his jacket off the floor, tossed it over his shoulder, and grabbed my hand. “Tomorrow, we start whittling down the list. Tonight, I just need to lose myself in your body.”
“Can you please stop saying things like that,” I murmured as Apollo pulled me down the hallway. “At least wait until we get into the room,” I whined. Never did I think I would hear Apollo say anything like that to me.
“That’s not even half of the things that are running through my mind right now, Greer. That’s just the condensed version.”
We stopped in front of room 1509, and Apollo slid the card into the door. “I should have told Kent I was leaving,” I mumbled as I stepped into Apollo’s room. Everything had happened so fast. One minute I was begging Kent not to leave my side, and now I was standing in Apollo’s hotel room on the fifteenth floor. Whoa.
“I’ll let one of my men know. They’ll find Kent and tell him.” Apollo pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear.
I walked over to the huge window on one side of the large room and looked down at the strip. Apollo would solve my problem so efficiently and quickly.
Tons of people were milling around down below us, proving the fact that Las Vegas never slept.
“Oh,” I gasped. “What time is it?” I whirled around, looking for a clock, and my eyes fell to the clock on one of the end tables.
“What’s wrong?” Apollo asked as he tossed his phone on the bed and walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around me, and I tilted my head back to look up at him. Even with four-inch heels on, Apollo still was a good three inches taller than me.
“It’s almost midnight,” I said, nodding at the clock.
“So it is,” Apollo mumbled. “I completely forgot it was New Year’s Eve.” His hands rubbed my back. “It feels more like Christmas morning.”
“Really?”
“Yup. You’re the present I’ve wanted all year, and now I finally get to unwrap you.” Apollo found the zipper on the side of my dress and slowly inched it down.
“When do I get to finish unwrapping you?” I asked.
My dress loosened on me, and Apollo pushed the strap of the dress off of my shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the crook of my neck, and I tilted my head to the right.
“As soon as I finish unwrapping you. I’m an impatient man tonight, Greer.” He slid the other shoulder of the dress off, and the black and green fabric pooled around my feet. “Happy New Year to me,” he mumbled under his breath.
I was wearing a black, satin strapless bra with matching black panties that were now soaked through with need for Apollo. He reached up, unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his crisp dress shirt, and shrugged it off his shoulders.
“I said I wanted to unwrap you, but I think watching you strip for me is even better,” I hummed as he pulled his white undershirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.