Page 51 of Playing Hard to Get

The door to one of the dressing rooms slammed open and a woman let out a curse.

“Speak of the devil,” Mitch muttered.

Frankie winced. “We better let you go. It was good seeing you. We’ll have to get together when we get back home.”

“Yes,” I said. “We should have dinner sometime.”

“Ooo, great idea, Viv!”

Mitch winked at me again and backed away as a blonde woman in a billowy yellow shirt and black leggings stormed out of the dressing rooms with a pile of clothing in her arms. She didn’t spare a glance in our direction. Mitch rolled his eyes and waved at us as he walked away.

“My God, that poor man.” Frankie shook her head and stared after Mitch and his charge.

“That’s Anna, huh?”

“Oh, Viv, you should hear the stories Mitch has about her.” Frankie started toward the dressing rooms. “I feel so bad for him, being stuck with her. But I guess she’s gotten better and is a little easier to deal with since the first time they went out.”

We each found the dressing room the attendant started for us and went inside. I tried on the few dresses I picked out, wondering the whole time what Mitch would think of them. Five minutes later, my phone chimed with a text. I pulled it out of my purse while Frankie disappeared into her dressing room to try on another outfit. A new text had me smiling, my heart racing with anticipation.

Mitch: Room 3290. I'll text when I get back.

12

Mitch

The minute my hotel room door was closed, she was in my arms. I pushed Vivian against the foyer wall and pressed my body against hers. Her hands tugged at my hair and t-shirt as my fingers found the hem of her skirt. I pulled it up, searching for her panties. All I got was smooth, silky skin and a gentle laugh against my mouth.

I pulled my face away from hers and found a wicked, cock-hardening grin on her lips.

“Thought I'd save you the trouble.”

“Damn, woman.” I shook my head and cupped her mound with my hand. “My favorite present to unwrap and you go and make it that much more interesting.”

“The things I do for you,” she said with a wry smile.

Planting a quick kiss on her lips, I gave her a smile, then dropped to my knees. One hand pressed against her stomach, pushing her into the wall. My other hand grabbed her thigh and lifted her leg over my shoulder. Vivian’s protests were cut off the minute my lips sealed over her slit. A whimper was all I got from her as I licked between her folds.

“So good, Viv. I missed your taste.”

She tugged at my hair as I flicked her clit with my tongue. She whimpered as I plunged into her core. I glanced up when she moaned and found her caressing her breasts underneath her dress, her head thrown back against the wall.

“You're so fucking beautiful when you do that.”

“Mitch…” She looked at me through hooded eyes. “Stop talking.”

Grinning, I said, “Yes, ma’am.”

My mouth was on her again, lapping at her juices, drinking in every last drop of her arousal. I plunged two fingers into her hot pussy as I sucked on her swollen nub. Each moan made me grow harder, and my cock felt like it would burst through my jeans. But I didn’t stop. Just kept pleasuring my woman until her body clenched around my fingers and she screamed out my name. Her fingers dug into my shoulder, nails biting out a sweet, sweet pain. Her eyes were clenched shut, her mouth dropped open as she surrendered to her orgasm.

Pulling my fingers from her heat, I licked between her folds once more. Cherishing every drop. Every moan. Every second I was in her.

Vivian grinned at me. Wicked. Devilish. “Hello, stranger.”

With a laugh, I helped her off my shoulder. Held her up against the wall as I rose to greet her.

“Hello, beautiful,” I said before I kissed her sweet lips. Her tongue met mine, searching out her taste, loving it as much as I did. She’d come so far from that innocent girl who blushed at me as I licked her juices off my fingers.

Vivian’s hands clenched around the neck of my t-shirt. With her mouth against mine, she let out a breathy sigh. “I want you in me. Now.”