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Emma surprised even herself. Normally, she was never so forward, never so...aggressive. She’d never been the first to kiss a man at a bar like this. Yet, Mr. X made her want to do things that...she never had before.
Mr. X cocked his head to one side, studying her, the intensity of his gaze almost feeling like a heavy weight. She blinked fast.
“I see. Well, you have to trust me. Do you trust me?” He studied her, his expression serious, as he reached out, under the bar, and gently laid his hand on her hip, resting it there. The touch sent a current through her, a delicious current. Then, he moved his hand back to the waistband of her jeans and tucked a single finger down the small of her back. She gasped a little, as he ran his finger along the top edge of her lacy black thong, the gesture containing a promise for things to come.
She swallowed, hard, and nodded. He tugged hard at her waistband and she felt the pressure between her legs. She let out a little gasp. “I—I do. I do trust you.”
“Good. Let’s go.” He handed her the key card to the room. Her heart beat wildly. Was she going to do this? Going to go up with this man she just met, this gorgeous, handsome man with the golden eyes? She looked at him and saw more than just a handsome man: she felt a connection with him. He’d been brokenhearted, and she could almost feel that pain in him. She wanted to heal him, somehow, because it was as if they’d met before now. The connection, the pull, she felt to him was real. Not just lust. Something more.
“Okay.” She slipped her hand in his and followed him as he led her out of the bar. Every fiber of her being stood at attention: she was going to soon be in this man’s arms. This stranger’s arms. Doing things she usually reserved for the twelfth date. She met the bartender’s gaze as they passed. Did he know? Did all the people in the bar know? Emma felt a little thrill then. The thrill of doing something naughty, something risky, something...she never thought she’d do. She watched his broad shoulders moving a little bit ahead of her, as he led her to the elevators and pushed the up button. The elevators dinged, and Emma felt the sound in her belly. Was she doing this? Oh, God. She was going to do this.
The elevators slid open, and a bellhop, pushing a cart of luggage, stepped out.
“Excuse me, miss,” he said, and he gave her a half smile. Did he know, too? What she was about to do? She felt delicious guilt run through her. She almost felt that everyone knew. Mr. X squeezed her hand and she glanced up at him as they moved inside the empty elevator and he pushed the top button.
As soon as the elevator doors slid shut, he’d pulled her into his arms and covered her mouth with his. The pent-up attraction of the last hour exploded then as he devoured her mouth and she responded in kind, her mind overwhelmed with the taste of him. She opened her mouth then, letting him inside her, as their tongues met in a primal dance. She wanted him in every way, as she felt herself grow wet, the slickness in her thong warm as he put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him.
She felt him grow hard. Was that all him? Width and...all? Then, his hand reached down and unhooked her jeans. Right here? In the...elevator? She sucked in a breath, and then his hand went down the front of her waistband, all the way to her slickness. She moaned in his mouth, as his gentle fingers explored her, his palm cupped her through her open jeans and her hips moved, pushing her deeper into his hands.
She no longer cared about the elevator, or the cameras that might surely be here. Was some security officer somewhere watching him claim her? She couldn’t care less. She almost felt like she could come right there. Then, the elevator dinged, and his hand slid out of her thong, releasing the smell of herself in the small space. He grinned at her, and pulled her down the empty, carpeted hallway to a corner room as she held her jeans together. He slipped the card into the door and it swung open, his lips once more finding hers as he backed her into the room. Once she broke free she had only a second to glance around at the huge suite: a master bedroom and separate living room, and windows with a spectacular view of the other skyscrapers along Chicago’s lakefront. A single lamp was lit in the corner, giving off a golden light, and the crisp white linens on the bed were turned down, an offering to them both.
The door clicked shut behind them and now it was just her and Mr. X. It was then she realized she didn’t really know his name, didn’t know anything about him, and yet here she was, pants undone, alone with him in his hotel room, his fingers carrying her scent.
Could she really do this? He took off his own shirt, and she was amazed by his chest, chiseled with muscle. Her belly grew warmer. Then, he took a step toward her, wordlessly, and tugged at her sweater. She lifted her arms, unable to resist him and her top came off.
