“Then maybe I’ll like it too, or maybe I won’t, but I will learn something about you.”
“You want to learn something about me?” I ask, feeling giddy and terrified all at the same time.
“I want to learn everything about you,” he tells me. “But I’ll start with your name.”
“Cara. My name is Cara.”
“I’m Rick. It’s nice to meet you, Cara,” he says as he holds out his hand to shake mine.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Rick.”
“Now tell me… what can I expect from a Skip and Go Naked?” he asks me, making me laugh.
• • •
“You look beautiful tonight.”
“Just tonight?” I laugh.
“No, you’re beautiful every night,” he tells me. “Sometimes, I wish you didn’t.”
“I know.”
He spins me out and then back into his arms before twirling me around the room. Rick is a beautiful dancer.
This is nothing like the way he would press his body into mine in the back of the bar. How hard he was, pressed against my belly or backside. It would burn me up from the inside out and I couldn’t wait to get back to my apartment…or his.
Rick spins me out one more time before pulling me back in closer to him than before. His hand on the small of my back slides down just enough so that the tips of his fingers barely graze the top of my ass cheeks. I’m sure it all looks very respectable from the outside, but judging by the sizable bulge that’s growing harder by the second against my belly, his thoughts are anything but respectable right now.
He holds me closer still as we move around the dance floor. One of his legs slips in between mine as we glide around the room and brushes against my inner thigh. And then he does it again and again. When he pivots us around, he runs his nose down the side of my ear, and I feel the puffs of his breath against the shell.
I feel his hard length press against my waist again just before the slide of his leg up my thigh, and I’m on fire. Rick is burning me up from the inside out, and there’s no stopping it. I know he wouldn’t try anything here in this room with all these important people and the press—not to mention the president of the United States, even if he is a friend. But I am so turned on right now I probably wouldn’t stop him if he wanted to take me in the hallway. So when he leans in and whispers his temping words in my ear, I’m lost to him and his evil ways, and I can’t even blame him.
“Want to get out of here?”
I don’t even try to fight it. I just put my hand in his and let him lead me astray, just like my own personal pied piper, all while knowing he will hate me in the morning. Luckily for me, I have a room in this hotel. So tomorrow when he’s long gone and my heart is aching all over again, I’ll be able to hunker down before I have to go home and pretend everything is all right in front of our daughter instead of doing a walk of shame.
I take a look around to make sure no one sees us leaving together, and so far, it seems like we’re lucky. I watch Captain Black lead Jules off the dance floor and toward a dark corner and wonder what’s going on there. Those two have been at each other’s throat for days. I look back at Rick. I guess I can understand that more than I thought.
When I look back again, Grace is watching me with a sad look on her face. She knows better than anyone what our pattern is. Tomorrow will be nothing but tears, and then in a few weeks, lather, rinse, and repeat. Only she doesn’t know thewhy. That little gem is left for me and me alone to carry.
When the elevator dings its arrival, Rick reaches to push a button, but I jump in and push the button for my floor faster. “I have a room here,” I explain.
“All right,” he says like he’s granting me some big favor, a concession, when we both know that after a couple of orgasms, he’s going to go back to hating my guts. Even though I can’t blame him for his feelings, I still bristle against his words and tone.
When the doors open, I step out and start walking down the hallway to my room. I feel his heat behind me when I stop in front of my door, and he wraps his arm around my waist, pressing me back against his barely concealed hard length with the flat of his palm pressed low on my belly, just above the edge of my panties.
I snap open my clutch, pull my key card out, and slide it into the lock. When the light turns green, Rick reaches around me and pushes the door open, holding it for me to pass through. But when he closes it behind us and turns the lock, his sweet and happy demeanor changes to something darker.
“Take it off,” he says when I turn back to look at him as he leans his back against the door.
“W-what?” I ask, startled. Usually, there’s a little touching, a little reminiscing before we get down to the nitty gritty. Tonight feels… I don’t know, rougher, darker. There’s some unnamed emotion riding Rick hard.
“Your dress.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, ‘oh,’” he mimics me. His tone is teasing but also not necessarily kind either. “Now lose it.”
