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He closed the distance between them. "I need to kiss you to say for sure."
Her lips were curving when he brought his to them, but the urgency he felt upon the contact made him tighten his hold on her waist. It got him going, the obvious evidence she'd been thinking about having him, while in her meeting. He wanted to move his touch all over, up and down, stroke and grip, but he stayed where he was, conveying his desire through his grasp and his, yes, sizeable response to her he had pressed against her hips.
He drew back his head, keeping his body against hers. "Five minutes from the time we get into the room," he promised. "I could get the job done faster, but I don't want it over too soon."
She stared at him. "You know, that was probably the worst presentation I've ever given. All I could think about was how much I wanted my sub. His cock, his clever mouth, his rough fingers."
Her parted lips and the desire in her dark eyes made him take the lead as much as the heady words. Sliding his arm around her waist, he propelled them into motion, pulling her laptop bag from her shoulder so she wasn't having to carry it.
"Next time, give me a burner phone and send a text," he advised. "I could handle your needs on your break, Mistress. Under the table, if it had a long enough table cloth. Or none. I don't give a fuck."
Her sultry laughter stroked his cock. As they reached the hotel and crossed the lobby, he was grateful they'd already checked in. Regina managed a cordial nod to the desk staff, while Marius didn't acknowledge them. Everything was about his Mistress and the need he'd promised to assuage for her.
When the elevator doors closed around them, Marius dropped the bag and seized her, lifting her against the wall and pressing his body between her legs, hiking her thigh over his hip. He went after her mouth with seduction, not attack. Stroking, nibbling, his tongue sliding in to play. His hand moved down her side, thin silk over heated flesh. She let out a pleased sigh, breasts pressing into his chest.
He palmed her backside as he pushed his erection against her core with relentless intent. "Nothing between us, Mistress."
The elevator dinged, and she started to move, but he kept holding and kissing her. "Not our floor," he muttered. "Two more."
"Oh--" It had surprised her that she'd been too lost in what he was doing to track it, but he reveled in it. Not because it meant he had power over her. It meant she was trusting him. He'd never received a gift so sweet, because for once, it had been earned. She'd helped him figure out how to earn it, rather than blowing it.
He didn't care who saw them as the door opened, or who might get on with them. If they were offended, they could get over it. He kissed her mouth, feeling like he could do just this. Much as he wanted to fuck her, this was good. So good. Her arm was around his shoulder, the other gripping his biceps.
He thought he heard a wry female voice say, "Only in New Orleans," and then the doors closed and they were headed up again. Regina choked on a laugh, breathless with arousal.
He put her down and flipped her around, pressing her face first against the elevator wall as he went after her neck next, pushing her hair out of his way and holding it in a fist as he bit, sucked, kissed, nuzzling the blouse out of his way to tease her collar bone with his mouth.
"Marius," she breathed.
He liked how his name sounded on her lips. It didn't sound wrong, fake. He ran his hands down her sides again, her hips, her thighs, and back up, keeping his body flush against her as he ravaged her neck. The door opened and they were at their floor.
He picked up the laptop bag and kept kissing her, turning her around in his arms so they did a waltzing kind of walk down the hallway. When they reached the room, he pushed her against the door so hard, it rattled.
"Open it," he growled. She found the key card, and he guided her wrist, steadying it so they put it in the slot together. The door opened, and they were inside.
He dropped the bag again. This time she backed away, her eyes bright and sharp as he sauntered toward her. He was good at this part. He'd always been good at it, once he figured out the sub angle in his nature. He loved seducing a woman, loved givin
g her pleasure. But she'd taught him it felt best when it was selfless, no motive, just the need to serve every desire she had.
Her lips were parted and he came at her again, gripping her face, stroking his hands through her hair in the way she and he both seemed to like. He slipped the buttons of the blouse and slid it off her shoulders, transferring the beads from around his neck to hers, letting them dangle as he unhooked the front fastening bra to reveal her breasts. A smile teased his lips as his gaze flickered up to meet hers.
"You got your way after all," she said with mock reproof.
"Only because you let me," he said, and scooped her up to lay her on the bed. He opened her slacks and removed them, then gazed down at her wearing nothing but a white filmy pair of lace panties, the crotch dampened with her arousal. She lifted her legs to place a foot on his chest. He resisted the pressure when she pushed against him playfully, turning his head to kiss her ankle, work down her calf and inside thigh. He nuzzled her pussy, sucking and licking it through the thin cloth, making her buck up against his mouth. Then he unbuckled his belt, opened the jeans and pushed them out of his way. But he took a folded piece of paper out of the pocket first and closed her hand over it, kissing her wrist and up to her shoulder, back to her mouth.
"What's this?" she breathed.
"What I said in the elevator. Proof that I can be inside you with nothing between us," he said, lips hovering over hers. "Your choice, Mistress. Hand, mouth, or cock?"
She crumpled the paper, and laid her arms above her head like a siren who knew her effect on men was irresistible, unconquerable. Because it was.
"We're near a casino," she said. "So dealer's choice. You have three more minutes."
"Not doing my job if you're watching the clock."
"Well, I wasn't going to say anything, but..."
He grinned and slid an arm around her waist, hiking her up so he could put a knee on the bed. Once poised over her again, he paused. Gleaming brown skin, long limbs, her dark eyes penetrating him in multiple ways, moist lips parted, her sex glistening with arousal. One leg still hooked over his hip, her foot rubbing the back of his thigh.
