The hotel door clicks shut behind us and the air changes. I stumble a little, courtesy of the drink I insisted on finishing, and laugh under my breath as I head toward the balcony. The huge glass doors glintwith city lights and paparazzi flashbulbs below. I press my hand to the cool glass and look down at the sidewalk.
Cameras and people wait like wolves for anything remotely scandalous.
“Think they’ll stay all night?” I ask, not turning.
“Probably.” Dom’s voice comes from behind me, low and unimpressed.
I finally turn.
And…Lord.
He stands beside the king-sized bed, massive and still, dark eyes fixed on me. His black shirt hangs open at the top, sleeves rolled to his forearms.
He’s unfairly handsome, almost painful to look at. I don’t realize I’m biting my lip until his eyes flick down to my mouth and a grin curves over his lips.
I clear my throat. “We should ask for an extra bedding set.”
“For what?” One brow lifts.
“So you can sleep down there.” I nod toward the floor, all sweet.
His eyes flick to the carpet, then slowly back to me. Amusement deepens.
“You want me to sleep on the floor?”
“There’s only one bed.” I shrug, playing innocent.
“There is.” he agrees, stepping towards me slowly. “And you think I should sleep on it after a game like that?”
My pulse spikes. “Well, when you put it that way…”
I pretend to think about it.
He takes another step until he’s right in front of me. His hand comes up, grazing the curve of my waist.
"Let me put it another way," he says, nothing gentle in his voice. "You're getting my cock tonight, Jessica. Whether I sleep in the bed with you… or by myself on the floor."
My breathing turns shallow, thighs squeezing at his words. Silence stretches between us. His eyes drop to my mouth, then he steps into me, forcing me back—one step, then another.
My back meets the cool glass doors and I gasp. His hand lifts, brushing the side of my throat. He tilts his head, looking past me toward the cluster of cameras.
"Still wanna give them a show?" he murmurs and spins me so I face the glass.
We're on the tenth floor. They can't see us unless they decide to look up, but the idea still sends a dark thrill through me.
His hand slides lower, hooking around my waist, dragging my hips against him. His cock is hard and thick, pressing against my ass through his slacks.
"Right here?"
"Shy now?" He winks.
"Thought you didn't share—"
"I don't." His fingers find the hem of my dress.
My stomach flips when he lifts the fabric; cool air hits skin already sensitive.
My pussy squeezes on instinct.
