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“It usually is, although happy hour can be just as busy.” She matches my mindless chatter, and I want to kick myself for the small talk. It’s awkward as fuck and all I want to do is drag her back to my hotel room, strip her naked, tie her to the bed posts and bury my cock between her ass cheeks.
And that’s just one of the many scenarios I want to play out. I thought she wanted that too, but then she ordered food. I can feel my skin crawling as we wait for our waitress to bring out the drinks. This is too much like a date. And I don’t date. I was joking about the dinner part of the dinner and dessert.
But this is good. The fact that we’re here, and Elle clearly thinks this is a good place for a date. It cements the fact that outside of the bedroom, we don’t fit. Maybe that’s what I needed to know to get her out of my system. After tonight anyway.
“Dan? Earth to Dan.” She waves her hand in front of my face. I take it without a thought and press a slow sensual kiss to her palm. She seems taken aback, slightly off-kilter, and breathless.
I smirk. Now this is how I want her. Flustered and wet. “Daddy can’t wait to get you back to his room, princess,” I whisper the words, but she still glances around. Catching her lip between her teeth, pink flushes on her cheeks, but if I think it’s embarrassment, I’m wrong because her brows flick up in a sexy challenge and her tongue slides slowly over her bottom lip.
“Let’s take the mousse to go, Daddy.” Her sultry whisper hits me straight in the groin. “I bet it’ll taste even better on your cock.”
Jesus. Fuck. I shift in my seat adjusting the uncomfortable bulge in my pants, but before I can reply to the little tease, a couple stops beside our table for a moment to chat with the people in the next booth.
“So what’s a hockey player from Denmark doing in the US?” she says, trying hard to clear the sexy lilt from her voice. “And what do you do all day while you’re here?”
Stuffy brunches, ridiculous meetings, elbow-rubbing with the rich-elite. Get reminded endlessly, that I’m not right for this shit. But that’s not what she needs to hear. Because I’m just a good-time guy and she needs to know that. So I shrug. “Meet gorgeous girls at bars and take them back to my hotel to ravish them so thoroughly, they forget their names.”
Her eyes light with both amusement and arousal, and something else I can’t quite read. The corners of her mouth curve into a sexy smile and she holds out her hand across the table.
“Hi, I’m Elle.” Her smile tightens into a saucy smirk. “Oh, would you look at that, I still remember my name.” She licks her lips. “Guess you’re gonna have to try harder tonight.”
My dick swells even more, pressing painfully against my zipper. And even though I see the waitress approaching with our drinks, I jump to my feet, throw a bill on the table to cover the drinks and food we aren’t going to consume, and pull Elle up, tugging her forward until her womanly curves press against my hard muscles.
“Challenge accepted.” I growl into her ear, “Fuck the nachos, I’ll order you room service, including some decedant chocolate, while your saucy little mouth services me.”
I hail a cab because it seems like the American thing to do, and if we attempt to walk the short distance back to my hotel, I’m liable to fuck her in public.
Within five minutes we’re back at the hotel. Guilt clenches in my gut as we ride the elevator up to the top floor. Sure, I’d known we’d end up here eventually, but I’d thought I could at least play the gentleman until she was fed. Prince Not-So-Charming indeed.
I unlock the door, and it’s Elle who takes the lead, pulling me inside. She grips one side of my henley with each hand, and pulls hard, sending buttons flying. I want to take control back, the way I had the other night, but I’m too intoxicated by her confidence, so I press my lips to hers and claim her with a punishing kiss.
Raking my fingers through her blonde curls, I barely remember to close the door to the room, or check the connecting doors.
But once that’s taken care of, I peel her out of her little blue dress. Pulling it over her head, I toss it unceremoniously onto the floor.
Her fucking perfect breasts are bare, they’d been unconstrained beneath her dress and if I’d known that, I probably wouldn’t have lasted as long as I did sitting across from her in that douchie bar.
Her nipples tighten and pebble beneath my gaze and my tongue darts out in anticipation.
“God,” I whisper, drinking in the sight of her. “Your body would make Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres weep.” My voice sounds strained, gravely and unrecognizable.
Luscious blonde curls fan across her bare shoulders, and she releases a short laugh at my comment, but there’s too much truth in my statement for me to join her.
“Are all jocks in Denmark educated in French Neoclassical artists?” Her brow arches flirtatiously. “Careful, Daddy, I might think I went home with a cultured gentleman instead of a rake.”
Her words snap me out of my stupor and I give her a wicked grin, reaching out to gently pinch one of her upturned nipples. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll prove myself the rake you need.” I pinch hard enough to make her gasp and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. “Let’s just clear up who’s boss right now, yeah?” I say the words as I hold a steady grip on her nipple.
Her painted lips fall open as he looks up at me. A flush of pink rises to her cheeks and I want to see the same blush on her ass. Her tongue darts out between her lips as her eyes darken and cloud with lust.
She looks like a goddamned Disney princess, if Disney princesses were dirty little vixen Daddy’s girls.
And just like that a flip is switched, and I know I have to have the upper hand. With a girl like Elle, I’ll regret it if I go for anything less than everything I want. I know these memories of our nights together will haunt my mind for years to come, and that no matter who I marry, even if she ends up being a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets, nothing she can do will ever compare to my time with Elle.
“Babygirl,” I whisper, unable to keep the pet name off my lips. Leaning down to her, I nip at her plump bottom lip.
“Yes, Daddy?” Elle’s energy matches mine, her eyes glowing as she stares up at me, pleading for more with nothing more than the look in her eyes.
“Damn.” I stifle a moan. This girl has no idea what she does to me, or what she’s asking for.
