Page 59 of Manhattan Kiss

“You’re not going to finish what you started?” I ask, my hand sliding to my plump clit.

He removes my hand immediately, pinning both over my head with one of his. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

This time, he pushes into me in one hard movement—and I immediately convulse into orgasm. Like last time, he doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting, keeps pushing into me, and I don’t know where one orgasm finishes and another one starts. I feel like I’m coming constantly.

“Again,” he growls, and like the well-behaved girl he’s made me, I come instantly, shuddering around him. This time he’s with me. His jaw tenses and he pushes up, up, up, emptying himself into me, and I wish there was no condom in between us. I want his come inside me. I want to feel him dripping down my thighs when I finally stand. I want him to have left his mark.

“Fuck,” he calls out, rolling us to our sides, pulling my hips closer to his, closing any gaps there are between us.

I’m not sure I’ll ever get over tonight.

The world is never going to look quite the same again.

Deacon Black has ruined me in the best possible way.

TWENTY

Aurora

I still haven’t recovered after my night with Deacon as I stand at reception on Tuesday evening, greeting guests as they come in. I’m dizzy, it’s partly lack of sleep and partly physical exhaustion. Deacon left at seven this morning after our date, after fucking me in the shower, over my sofa, and against the wall of my bedroom. I swear I’m going to get thrown out of my building. I just can’t help being so loud with him. His hands, his tongue, his dick…he does things to me no man has ever done.

And I love the way he can’t keep quiet either. It makes me think that when he’s with me, it’s different than when he’s with other women. When I heard him fucking Ms. Gordon, she could have been alone with her vibrator. He didn’t make a sound.

I squeeze my thighs together at the thought and eye the main entrance door as it opens. But it’s not who I’m looking for. Now is about the time Deacon arrives back at the hotel from the office. My shift is over in an hour, and I just want to catch a glimpse of him before I leave.

I feel like an addict waiting for my next fix. But I just can’t bring myself to feel bad about it. He makes me feel so good. And this is what I’m in New York for—an adventure. And if part of my adventure is incredible sex with a man like Deacon, I’m here for it.

Tao on the reception team comes over to me and asks me if he can upgrade the person he’s currently checking in. He gives me the number of rooms available in the upgraded category. We’re quiet this evening, so it’s not a problem for regular guests like these. As we’re talking, Deacon appears over Tao’s shoulder and my body flushes hot. I try to focus on what Tao’s saying, but all I can do is focus on Deacon.

Deacon turns his head toward me and we lock eyes. It’s so intense, it’s as if he’s over me, his mouth on mine, fucking me. My legs weaken and I have to reach for the reception counter to keep my balance.

Still looking at Deacon, I nod at Tao. I have no idea what he’s saying, but right now I don’t care. I just don’t want Deacon to stop looking at me, to ever stop looking at me.

But he doesn’t break his stride and heads to the lift.

I’ve asked him not to greet me at work. I don’t want anyone to realize we know each other outside of the hotel, but I’m barely able to stay standing where I am. I just want to run over to him and beg him to take me back to bed.

When he looks away, the spell is broken and I turn my attention back to Tao. “That’s fine,” I say.

As director of rooms, I’m responsible for various departments. Reception, housekeeping. I spend a lot of my time acting as a troubleshooter. That means there’s no one place where I’m based. No one’s expecting to see me in any particular part of the hotel.

That’s how I justify leaving reception to head to Deacon’s room. I know I shouldn’t, but he’s a magnet pulling me toward him.

On my way, I stop when I see members of the housekeeping team in the middle of turndown and check that everything’s okay. It’s part of my job, right?

I jog up the stairs and head down the corridor toward Deacon’s room. As I get closer, I realize I don’t know what the hell I’m planning to do when I get there. There is no professional justification for knocking on his door.

Which means I can’t. I won’t let myself.

I’ll have to be content with just being close to him—just passing his door. As I near Room 325, I slow my pace, wanting to linger as long as I can near the man that’s created such a seismic shift in me. My heart quickens as the numbers of his door come into focus.

And as if he’s been waiting for me, he yanks the door open just as I’m passing.

“Ms. Reynolds. Can you help me with my television? It doesn’t seem to be working.”

My cheeks heat and my pussy begins to throb.

I glance up and down the corridor. There’s no one here. And he’s asked me to go inside, right?