Page 59 of Fake It For Glory

MERIDA

“Would you like to come in?” I asked.

It was a bold move. Part of me cautioned against it. After all, I was playing with fire. This was supposed to be a story. I wasn’t supposed to let myself get involved with the subject I was writing about.

But dammit, he was so hot. His kisses turned me into a pool of warm heat. One more time in Paris couldn’t hurt. It was Paris, after all. It was supposed to be all romance and hot sex. I had a perfectly willing partner. One more time. That was all I needed.

He hesitated, and I wondered if he might be a little irritated with me for giving him such a hard time about his AI.

“I would love to come in,” he answered and brushed his knuckles across my cheek. “But mostly, I want to tear that dress off you.”

My heart raced as he spoke those words. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t resist his charm. I took his hand and led him into my suite, my thoughts clouded with desire.

Once inside, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me passionately. His hands roamed all over my body, sending shivers down my spine. His hips pinned me against the wall. His kisses and touch were different from the first time. I could feel his frustration. He was irritated with me for challenging him. He expected me to smile pretty and not give him my true opinion.

I slid my hands between us and pushed him away from me. He looked surprised. I grabbed his tie and jerked him toward me. Our mouths slammed together. I needed him to know I had a brain. I had opinions and I wasn’t about to keep my mouth shut. I did that enough in my life.

No more. I had things to say.

I shoved him against the wall and smashed my breasts against his chest as our kissing intensified.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms over my head. I wriggled my hips against him, trying to break his grip. It was futile. He was in control.

He pushed away from the wall, and once again, I found myself pinned to the wall with my arms high above my head. His mouth covered mine while his other hand squeezed my breast. I groaned in ecstasy.

“Fuck me, Merida.” His words sounded like he was in pain.

I wiggled against him, rubbing my breasts across his chest and pressing my crotch against his. I could feel his erection and was desperate to have him, but not yet. I wanted to play.

I bit his ear and whispered, “You have to earn it.”

I squirmed against him, smiling when I heard his breathing quicken. He squeezed my breast before jerking the fabric of my dress away. He kissed my nipple through the lace bra. My body jerked at the touch.

“Do you like that, Merida?” He pinched my nipple and twisted.

My answer was a soft moan. He sucked the nipple into his mouth and gently pulled.

He released my nipple and looked at me. “I said do you like that?”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly.

He moved to my other breast and sucked. Suddenly, he dropped my hands and spun me around. My cheek rested against the wall while he unzipped my dress. He was not gentle as he jerked it down. A quick, playful swat to my ass was followed by his lips pressing against my spine.

He moaned. “You have the most perfect ass.” He kissed it while his hands squeezed. His fingers slid between my legs and he massaged my clit. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his lips and fingers. He squeezed my ass and kissed my spine. His fingers danced over my clit, sending delicious sensations through my body. My face pressed against the wall, my hands as well.

Suddenly, I felt a finger sliding inside me. I whimpered at the feel of his penetration. He slowly pumped his finger in and out while he continued to kiss my spine.

“Do you like that, Merida?” He groaned against my shoulder.

I nodded against the wall. Little whimpers escaped my throat as he took me higher and higher. When the orgasm hit, a quiet cry of pleasure escaped my throat.

He turned me around and kissed me again. My hands went to his pants and jerked them open. I was suddenly frantic. I needed him inside me. I managed to get them open and pushed them down his hips.

“Wait,” he murmured against my lips. “I need to go to my room. I need a condom.”

“I have some,” I whispered.

He stopped and pulled back a few inches, his gaze meeting mine. “You brought condoms?”