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“Fuck.” I hook my hand under her thigh, sliding it up until it’s wedged between her legs.
She tilts her hips, increasing the pressure between us.
“I’m taking you in your room. We’re not waiting for another elevator ride unless you want me to fuck you right here.” I say the words into her mouth.
“Yes. No. Up here.” Natalie rocks her hips and slides her hands around to my back, her fingertips against my spine.
We both sway when the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open again.
I glance back to make sure it’s the floor we want, then I let go of Natalie’s leg and take her hand.
“Which way?” I ask as I pull us out of the elevator. My dick is straining inside my pants, and I hope we don’t run into anyone else.
“Um.” Natalie bites her lip and looks at the sign showing which way for which room numbers. “One sec.” She opens her little purse and finds the room key and the little piece of folded paper with her room number.
I hold out my hand, and she sets the key in my palm.
Checking the number, I take us to the right.
Seeing the right room number, I stop, letting Natalie bump into my back, and hold the key against the door.
As soon as it unlocks, I shove the door open and walk Natalie through.
Chapter 54
Natalie
Luke turnsme so I’m walking backward as he lowers his mouth back to mine.
I lift my hands between us and start undoing his shirt buttons.
There is no more waiting.
The sound of the door slamming shut echoes through the room, but we keep moving, Luke’s mouth on mine, and his hands on the button of my pants.
He lifts his head, and my eyes slide open.
“What…” Luke blinks. “Where’s the bed?”
I turn my head and see the large living room space we’re standing in.
“There.” I tip my head toward an open set of French doors.
Luke keeps his hold on me, making me walk backward toward the bedroom.
When we reach the room, neither of us bothers with the lights, since the curtains are open, letting in the glow of the strip.
“This room is nuts,” Luke says as he pulls my shirt up over my head.
“I know the owners,” I tell him as I undo his belt, and our slushie cups fall to the floor.
“Better not be an ex,” he growls as he kicks his shoes and pants off.
Satisfaction blooms across my skin at his jealousy.
Luke narrows his eyes at me as he shrugs his shirt off, leaving him in nothing but a pair of bulging black boxer briefs. “Natalie.”
I toe my shoes off and kick them to the side. “Not an ex.”
