I drag her to the building next door, a gorgeous vintage hotel.
“What are you doing? You can’t just drag me around wherever you feel like it, and to be completely honest, Kimmy is waiting for us.”
I ignore her because Kimmy is already asleep. Boomer just texted me.
I’ll drag her wherever the hell I want.
To a hotel.
To a bed.
Across state lines.
There are no more boundaries between us.
Where I go, she goes.
We stand in the circular revolving door, her breath fogging the glass as it rotates. We enter the lobby and gasp as we marvel at the classy décor. The chandelier shines like stars against the blue marble floor, dazzling us with light. I head straight for the elevator. Before the speed dating, I stopped by here and grabbed a room.
Call me stupid. Or hopeful. Either way, I knew I wanted my night to end with Alicia.
The sleek black doors of the elevator open and the floors change from a rich blue to an elegant gold as we step into the elevator. I hit the button for floor eight and then slam the door close button.
I want to be alone with her.
I pin her against the wall, lifting her hands above her head, and I’m reminded of our quick fuck against the door this morning.
Was that really only this morning?
Feels like a lifetime ago.
“You love fighting me.”
“You force me to throw those punches,” she says, her eyes dropping to my lips.
I drift my hands down her sides, framing her tits before sliding to her ribs. I feel them press against my palm as she breathes in. I smirk. “Maybe I like being hit,” I grumble in satisfaction as she arches into me. I wrap my hands around her hips and she sighs in pleasure.
She’s always liked that. I don’t know if it is pressure points or what, but it’s a hot spot. I dig my thumbs into the divot, and she moans, her palms gripping the lapels of my blazer. “The way you touch me, god,” she whimpers, gripping me so tightly her knuckles turn white.
“I’m not even touching you. Not really.”
“You know what you’re doing.”
The elevator dings, signaling we have passed another floor. I slip my fingers under her skirt and tickle the inside of her thigh, loving how much hotter she gets the higher I go. “Do I?” I tease my fingers over her panties. They are damp, wet with need, and I can feel her clit pressing against the thin lace.
I pull my hands from between her legs when the doors begin to open. I hum in delight when I bring my fingers to my nose and inhale, her sweet scent making my mouth water.
I can’t wait to bury my face between her legs, dip my tongue in her tight hole, and rub my nose over her clit. She loves all the stimulation. The more she gets, the harder she comes, and I love drinking her down as if she’s my favorite drink.
I wrap my arms around her waist, throw her over my shoulder, then place my hand on her right ass cheek as I head down the hallway. I squeeze, unable to help myself.
I pass an older couple and the woman giggles. “Why don’t you hold me like that, Ernest?”
“I’d blow out my back lifting you. I’m not some young buck anymore, Doris. Don’t you see this cane?” his old voice crackles.
“Excuses,” she scoffs.
“You can take my place,” Alicia mutters under her breath. I slap my hand on her cheek playfully.
It ignites a sharp gasp.
“You love it up there and you know it.”
“Yeah, nothing like feeling the blood rush to my head, but I guess the view isn’t too bad.” Her hands squeeze my ass next, and I freeze when I get to our door.
It’s a little off-putting that I liked that, but we will explore that another time.
Down the road.
Way, way down a long, long, windy road.
The scanner turns green when I swipe the key card over it. I hook my fingers around the gold handle and bump my hip against the shiny black door. The floor-to-ceiling windows on this floor give us an incredible view of the ocean and the boardwalk in the distance. Lights are coming up from the harbor the neon signs of downtown are shining. The Ferris wheel is still down. The pier looks so different without it. It almost doesn’t even look like Atlantic City without the big wheel lit up.
It’s still gorgeous, though.
There’s a large TV hanging on the wall, a simple computer desk off to the side, and the bathroom has a soaking tub.
I asked for one for a reason.
I fling her on the bed, and she yelps as she bounces off the soft mattress. She’s wide-eyed and in shock. When she looks around, she scrambles off the bed and presses her hands against the glass as she takes in the view. Her breath fogs up this glass too and her nose tilts up from the pressure.
She’s so adorable.
Unable to help myself, I slide my arms around her from the back and bury my face against her neck. My lips lock against her soft skin and I slide my tongue up the side of her neck. Her head tilts to the side. I lift my eye to see our reflections; hers are shut.
So fucking beautiful. My Hot Mama always looks breathtaking, but when she feels good? When she feels sexy or feels desire, her face relaxes and she becomes lighter. Like she lets everything go and sinks into me. How can I not feel powerful when she trusts me so much?
I glide my lips to the back of her neck, and she swivels her head around to the other side.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper, and the sound of my voice must yank her out of her lust-induced haze.
She slips out of my grip, leaving the space in front of me cold. Alicia shakes a finger at me. “No. No. No. No. You do not get to puzzle my mind with your lust. I refuse. Not until you spill.”
“Spill?”
She gives a curt nod and blows a piece of hair out of her face, seeming a bit disheveled. “Yes, spill. You don’t get in my pants until I learn about you.”
I grumble in disapproval and press a hand to my aching cock. “You’re bribing me. Information for your body? Isn’t that…” I prowl toward her, and she backs away until her back hits the wall. I cage her in with my arms. “Isn’t that a dirty move?”
She slides a finger down my chest. “I’m willing to take every action necessary. How about for every truth, we take off an article of clothing? The more innocent the truth, the more innocent the clothing. Do we have a deal?”
“Mmm,” reverberates in my throat as I think on it. I’m going to lose her anyway if I’m not honest. I might as well spill as she wants. “Fine. You have yourself a deal, Ms. Price.” I tug her by the hips and my cock rubs against her thigh. “Seal it with a kiss.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and grins. “No way in hell.” She dips under my arms and laughs, heading toward the minibar to pour us drinks. “Go on. I’m waiting.” The scotch glasses clink together when she grabs them from their home on a shelf.
“My favorite color is orange.”
“Orange? Really?” She smiles. “You don’t have anything orange.”
“Because the guys would give me a hard time. Orange isn’t a manly color.”
She rolls her eyes and sways her hips as she struts towards me, handing me the drink. She takes a sip of the scotch and kicks off a heel.
“Just a heel? Come on. That was a huge truth. I never told anyone that before. I love all orange. Why do you think I love you so much?”