Page 70 of Weddings, Revenge & Fake Dating

In answer, I stop to kiss her like a starved man. She melts under my touch, becoming putty in my embrace.

“Oh,” she says, finally catching on. She nods wordlessly and then quirks her lips, signaling agreement.

On Alton Road, I hail a taxi. The driver U-turns and bypasses the traffic when I offer him a tip equal to one night of dancing at a private event.

Back at the hotel, we race through the lobby, stopping to steal kisses on the way to the elevator. I mash the button several times as if it will make the cab appear faster. Like magic, it does. Inside the same cab we met, we tangle in a mess of hands, both greedily searching for a tease of release.

My fingers skim between her legs, and she rolls her hips with them. Her hands search my abs as she rubs her center against my hardness. When she moans near my ear, all I can think about is sinking deep into her tight, wet pussy. At this rate, we won’t make it to the room. We’ll finish in the exact spot this started a few days ago.

Mercifully, the door dings. When it slides open, we dart past a stunned family and make our way down the hall. As we near our room, there’s no more giggling. This has become serious.

As soon as the door to the room shuts behind us, we’re on each other again, crashing into a maddening kiss. Fingers rake through each other’s hair.

I tear at her damp clothing, releasing her top, and pull off her bottoms. She tugs off my shirt and hooks her fingers into the waistband of my swim trunks, raking them down with urgent need. When they puddle on the floor, I kick them away, ready to descend on her.

Yet, I stop when I catch her entire naked body in the moonlight.

The curves, the swells, her perfect pillowy tits, there are no words for how incredibly beautiful Jeanie is. Just from looking at her, I’m drawn out, long and dripping. Somewhere deep, a low rumble emanates. The animal inside has been released, but it’s not for show. It’s innate, primal, demanding, and it’s howling for Jeanie.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say on a growl.

She steps forward and places her palms on my chest. Beneath, my heartbeats rattle from this overwhelming need consuming me. My hand reaches to touch her but halts. I want her so badly, I don’t even know where to start. There are so many places on her body to explore and play.

“I’d like to speak with Human Resources,” she whispers, twisting her hips in a tempting invitation to touch.

I grip them, my fingers drowning in her skin.

“About?” I meet her toe to toe, an imposing shadow over her form. Impatient hands slide over her ass, skim her waist, and thumb her nipples.

“About their policy on employee-client banging.” She drags her rosy peaks across my chest.

How can she be so cute at a time like this?

I forget to answer when her hands drift lower, tracing my hip flexors. Her grip finds the base of my cock and wraps tightly. She pumps once.

The overwhelming sensation of a lifelong dream about to come true makes me inhale sharply. I tilt my forehead until it meets hers. Closer, I breathe her in. She’s sunshine, saltwater, and suntan lotion, and so goddamn tempting, I can’t help but nip her bottom lip.

She pumps again, and I moan with unfettered pleasure.

“Employee-client fucking?” I swallow, barely able to focus. “Highly inappropriate.” My eyelids sink as I slip under her spell.

“You promise?” she asks like a vixen.

Reaching my limit, I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bed. We land on the mattress sideways, and it shifts off its base by several inches.

“What was that?” Jeanie asks against my lips.

“The world moving beneath us.”

Our lips crash together, and when our tongues touch, an electrical pulse rips down my spine. My cock thrums with desperation. She murmurs a sultry moan into my mouth like she felt it too.

“Jeanie, fuck. I need you now.”

“Hurry,” she says.

I disconnect, rip a square foil, wrap my cock, and cover her body with mine in one smooth motion. We crash into each other. It happens so fast, the mattress slides farther.

I take her nipples in my mouth one by one as I press the heel of my palm over her clit and cup her V. Two fingers slide into her entrance. They curl there, rubbing her from the inside. She’s so wet, I may slip and fall.