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I don’t fall into a mess every time a guy fucks me over.”
“I get the feeling you don’t give many guys a chance.” I grin.
She shrugs. “Some men you just know by looking at them what they’re going to be like.” She nods her head toward Max. “Perfect example.”
I laugh. “And me?”
My grin widens as her face reddens.
She recovers quickly, staring at me with her steely blue eyes. “What about you?” she retorts.
“I’d say we have something. I’m not sure what it is yet, but you haven’t completely pushed me away.” My hand creeps closer to hers, stroking the inside of her forearm.
She stiffens, staring straight ahead. “I’m going to bed.”
I laugh as she gets to her feet, holding her head high.
“Are you coming?”
Her boldness shocks me, but not enough to stop me from jumping to my feet. I follow her out of the bar and toward her room. Not once does she look back at me, which for some reason I find a huge fucking turn-on.
We reach number forty-five and she stops, angling her key against the entry lock. It beeps, and then the door pushes open. She throws me a look over her shoulder and raises her eyebrow as if to ask me if I’m coming inside. I grab hold of the door before it closes and follow her in.
Before she can react, I take control. My arms curving around her slender waist, I flick the hair away from her shoulder and run my tongue over her neck. She giggles and turns in my arms, pressing her lips against mine.
I’m hard as fuck—like I am most of the time when I’m around her. Not only is she stunning, funny, and easy to talk to, she’s older than me. There’s something so taboo about fucking an older woman, though I’m sure referring to her as that would earn me a punch in the face.
Her hand slides over the outside of my pants, the sensation against my erection almost unbearable. Her eyes narrow and she smiles. She likes control just as much as I do, and she knows how to wear me down.
Pushing away from me, her fingers wrap around the hem of her shirt. She lifts it over her head and lets it float to the ground. I can’t keep my hands—or my eyes—off her. I unclasp her bra and send that flying across the room. I brush my thumbs over her nipples. She sighs as they tense, tiny goose bumps forming on her creamy white skin.
“Sit down,” she orders, pointing toward the armchair that sits in front of the window. The drapes are open, but we’re so high up it’s not like anyone can see—even if they could I wouldn’t give a fuck.
I sit down. She straddles me, her fingers working to unbutton my zip. I groan as she reaches inside and frees my cock. Her lips curve into a grin as she strokes it, every touch sending my body into overdrive. I have to restrain myself from grabbing her by the hair and forcing myself inside that mouth.
God, those lips.
She gets down onto her knees, and I know what’s coming. I close my eye, my head tilting back as she takes me in her mouth. I’m throbbing, I’m so damn hard.
“I want you to watch me,” she orders. I open my eyes and focus on her face. Her eyes don’t leave me as she takes me in her mouth again. “You taste so good.”
I’m not sure if she means it, but hell I don’t care. She’s on her knees in front of me, sucking on my cock. She can tell me whatever the hell she wants and I’d go with it.
Groaning, I shift in my seat as she works my length, her tongue magical as it curls around my girth. She sucks harder. My heart begins to pound. I’m close, I can feel it. Hell, I was close the moment those lips wrapped around my cock.
“God, yes,” I mutter. I reach for her hair, raking my fingers through her long golden locks, gently nudging myself deeper down her throat. Her eyes sparkle as she moves up and down. Seeing her love this so much makes it even hotter. There’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows her way around a man.
“Oh, yeah,” I gasp. My body jerks as I release in her mouth. Her hands clutch my waist as she takes me all in, sucking and licking my cock. I hold on until I can’t take it anymore and then push her away, bringing her up to my lap.
My lips find hers and we kiss passionately, my fingers caressing her neck.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I mutter, unable to get enough of her. She bites her lip and smiles at me. Jumping off my lap, she walks over to the bar and pours us both a drink, still wearing her skirt, but not much else. I watch her, my cock twitching again.
“Here,” she says, handing me my glass. I take it and clinch it against hers. “What was that for?”
I shrug, a grin creeping across my lips. “I don’t know…a toast to the best damn blow job I’ve ever been given?”
She laughs and reaches for her shirt, threading her arms through it.
