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But all she wanted was Mr. X.
Okay, she told herself, just breathe. When he comes in, ask for his name and his number first. Then...
She felt someone looking at her and at that moment glanced up to see Mr. X walking toward her from the other side of the lobby, beyond the fountain. Their eyes locked and she froze. He looked amazing, even taller than she remembered, even more darkly handsome than his Nost photo. His jet-black hair was perfectly combed. He smiled slightly as he saw her, a knowing smile. She felt a shiver run down her spine. It was as if he could see straight through her dress, straight to her sexy new lingerie, and the fact that she was already feeling a slickness between her legs. Just looking at the man made her wet.
He wore a button-down shirt and a leather jacket that only made his shoulders look broader. He covered the distance between them in no time.
“You look amazing,” he told her, hazel eyes bright as he took a long sweep of her outfit.
“I hoped you’d like it,” she said, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
“Oh, I do,” he said, slipping his hand around the back of her waist. She moved into him and he kissed her, lightly. She deepened the kiss, lacing her hands around the back of his neck. He tasted like cinnamon: gum he must’ve been chewing. His hands wandered down the back of her dress, his hands squeezing her hips and running down the length of her.
When they finally broke apart, Emma’s heart thudded in her chest. The fire between them was unmistakable, the attraction palpable. Emma no longer cared about the bellhops, or the hotel workers behind the desk.
“I want you,” Mr. X murmured, so softly only she could hear. She nodded slowly.
“I want you, too.” Emma hesitated. “But...first...what’s your name?”
Mr. X grinned. “You know my name.”
“Mr. X isn’t your full name.”
Mr. X considered her. “You want to know my name?” She nodded once more. “Then, you have to do something for me.”
Emma felt the nerves tighten in her stomach. “Yes?”
Mr. X chuckled, a deep growl in his throat. She bit her bottom lip, waiting. He glanced around the lobby and then leaned in, his lips near her ear. “See that bathroom over there? Why don’t you go in. Slip out of that sexy underwear you’re wearing and bring it back to me.”
Emma’s head shot from side to side, as she glanced around the lobby, her face growing hot at the mere suggestion. But suddenly she wanted to do it. She liked the idea, even. Him telling her what to do. Her doing it. Something felt naughty about it. Naughty but right.
“All right.” She accepted the challenge with a nod. She walked to the restroom, giving a quick glance over her shoulder. Mr. X leaned on the bar, watching every movement she made. She felt exhilarated then: he wanted her, just as much as she wanted him.
She pushed open the bathroom door to find one of the nicest bathrooms she’d ever seen: marble white countertops and gleaming floors. Real towels instead of paper ones, heavy oak doors that went all the way to the floor. The bathroom was empty and she slipped into the first stall. Her heart thudded in her chest as she raised the hem of her black dress. What was she doing? Was she really going to hand him her underwear? But then, she thought of the glint in his golden eyes, the spark of a challenge. She felt empowered suddenly as she whipped her thin, black lace thong off. Then she heard the bathroom door open and shoes clacking on the tile floor.
A soft knock came on her door. She jumped, startled.
“Ready for me?” Mr. X’s smooth voice asked from the other side of the stall door. She whipped it open, shocked.
“What are you...” She didn’t get to finish, before he’d swept in and was kissing her passionately, his hands on the hem of her dress. He yanked it upwards, revealing her bareness and her thigh-highs. He whistled, low.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he murmured, as he leaned in and touched her, his fingers slipping into her wetness. She moaned and so did he as he worked her most tender spot. He bent down and kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth as his expert fingers brought her to the brink. She couldn’t believe this was happening—a bathroom? The thought flittered across her mind. She’d never in a million years thought of having sex here...but now, with Mr. X’s hands on her, all rational thought disappeared.
He flipped her around then in the oversized stall so that her hands were up on the wall, her dress pushed up to her waist, her legs trembling and inner thighs slick with wet. She heard him unzip, and the condom package rip open and then he was taking her from behind, filling her up with every inch of himself, and she gasped, louder than she intended, as her hands pressed against the slick tiled wall.
