Page 72 of Unforgettable Player

The glint he gets in his eye is insanely sexy. “Play your cards right and I’ll do it for free.”

CONNOR

The Hilton in this area is really pretty. I’m used to staying in more utilitarian hotels for work, basic white boxes close to the airport. The exterior of this hotel at least has character.

Elliot hangs back while I stroll up to the front desk to tell the lady we have a reservation. She doesn’t even bat an eye, but my heart is pumping like crazy. I realize it’s pure excitement and nothing more as she hands over our key and tells us to have a nice stay. I take Elliot’s hand and lead him toward the elevator.

“Okay?” I ask, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Mm. I kind of do feel like a sex worker, and I don’t hate it.”

I bark a laugh as the elevator doors close. “Knew you were secretly kinky.”

I brush his hair out of his face and kiss him until the elevator comes to a stop on our floor.

The second we’re in the room with the door closed, I let go completely. The relief is overwhelming. Getting to kiss him like this in private is everything. He lets go, too. I feel the pressure shuck from his shoulders as he rests his weight against me and moans into my mouth.

“Can’t wait to make you feel good, baby,” I say before nibbling on his lip.

The room is super basic, like those white boxes I stay in for work, but I barely notice it as we fall back onto the bed, shedding clothes and kicking our shoes off on the way. It’s a big, king-size bed with a firm mattress and crisp, white sheets that I plan on dirtying up before we leave.

Elliot writhes under me as I grind my hard cock against him.

“Love feeling you hard for me, you turn me on so much,” I tell him.

He’s breathless, clutching my henley and tugging at it to get me to take it off.

“I love how vocal you are, don’t stop,” he says.

I’ve always loved talking in bed. But I haven’t always felt comfortable enough to fully let go.

I help him out of his jeans and admire the view of Elliot in his boxers, his cock straining against the white cotton before I shuffle down on the bed and wrap my lips around it through the fabric. Eli whines and throws his head back while I look up at him. I lick his cock through his underwear until it’s soaking and he’s panting.

“Please,” he says, grasping my hair and arching his back. “Take it off.”

“Happily.”

He looks up at me with glassy eyes and heavy lids. “Wait. Where’s my strip tease?”

“Oh, yeah.”

I bend my head, planting a sweet kiss on his dick before getting up and stepping back.

The second my hand is on the zipper, I grin. I didn’t exactly forget what I’m wearing under my jeans—they’re uncomfortable as fuck—but getting caught up in Elliot took my mind off it for a minute.

Elliot’s watching me with anticipation in his eyes. He has no idea what’s coming.

I unzip my fly slowly, enjoying the way he bites his lip and arches his hips without noticing.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I say, taking my time on my zipper. He’s straining to see more.

I unzip myself and start slowly peeling my jeans down over my hips. Watching the reaction on Elliot’s face when he realizes what I’m wearing underneath.

“Are those … tights?”

I bust out laughing. “What? You like this, right?”

His face is all amusement, until I pull the jeans down to my knees and he realizes I’m not wearing anything underneath them.