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Damnit, he’d heard that.I shifted and glanced at the numbers, two more floors, and then we’d reach ours.
“So,” he said, breaking the palpable tension.
“Now that you’ve heard the director’s vision of the movie, how are you feeling?” I didn’t allow him to ask what was obviously on his mind. I could read his face like an open book, and I wasn’t going to give him the opening he craved.
He shrugged. “Still a cheesy Christmas movie no matter how the director envisions it.”
The doors pinged open, and he stepped out, turning back and holding out his hand for me like he was trying to be some kind of chivalrous gentleman.
“Don’t act like you have one charming bone in your body,” I said dismissively, walking past him and down the hall to our room. My fingers were shaking as I dug through my purse, looking for my room key, desperate to get inside the suite so I could get into my bedroom and close the door between us. There, I had a lock, and distance was exactly what the doctor ordered to get over whatever was causing my body to react to him.
Except it took me too long to get the room key out, and his hand slammed on the door beside my face. I started, not needing to turn around to know how close he was standing to me. He wasn’t quite pushed against me but so close that if I tried to back away, our bodies would fold together.
“Can I help you?” It took everything in me to keep the quiver out of my voice. I was practically simpering as he did that alpha male thing again, and trust me, I smelled the pheromones. They were working … too well.
“I don’t have a charming bone in my body,” he whispered hotly against the curve of my ear. A shiver akin to a lightning bolt shot right through me, and like a storm, the wetness followed, pooling in my panties. My eyes rolled back slightly as they fluttered closed. “But I do have a bone you’ll find charming.”
I almost laughed at the cheesy line until he dug his cock right into the softness of my ass, and the sound died, quickly replaced by a much louder moan this time.
God fucking damnit.
He smirked against my neck. “Is this sexual harassment, Scout?” He pressed harder, the space between us disappearing as I became one with him and the fucking door. “Are you going to report me?”
Just as fast as he sandwiched me, he disappeared, and if not for the door, I’d be in a puddle on the ground. The only thing I needed to report was robbery with a deadly weapon because my sense of reason was gone, thanks to that 254mm in his jeans.
I was still trying to compose myself and restart my brain when he was back, but not with his whole body. His hand dove under my skirt, seizing the opportunity the slit at the back afforded him. His hand cupped my pussy, his fingertips stroking what was left of my panties between my legs as he growled.
“Fucking hell, you’re wet, Girl Scout.”
“Ab-Abel.” I managed to mutter, unable to stop the quiver this time.
“Tell me to stop. I’ll stop.” His fingers eased the fabric to the side, finding my clit, which might as well have been a big red button for him.
“Don’t!” It was my turn to brace against the door as my forehead fell forward, my eyes closing as my hips rolled against his hand.
“Not until you’ve come all over my hand and can barely stand,” he promised, biting my ear lobe suddenly. “And only then do I plan to pick you up and take you into that hotel room so I can stuff you so full, you’ll be ruined for anyone else.”
I whimpered again, unable to form words as he shifted me slightly to allow his other arm to wrap around my front. He quickly tugged the skirt enough to slide his hand underneath, replacing his fingers on my clit. The fingers of his other hand circled my entrance slowly, and the need for him to fuck me burned straight to my core.
He wasn’t bothered that we were still in the hallway. Anyone could come out of their room and see us, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to stop long enough to get inside. In fact … I’d dropped my purse.
His fingers sunk into my core, and my train of thought abruptly stalled as I moaned. “Oh, you’re such a good girl, Scout. Shall we earn a life skills badge? Come for me, Girl Scout.” His fingertip circled my clit before quickly flicking it and returning to the circular motion. The difference between the two actions was overwhelming, sending me higher and higher. The fingers that sunk into me squelched with every thrust.
“God, I love that sound. Can you hear how wet you are for me? You love this, don’t you?” His hotly whispered words only added to the building overwhelm, my system officially short-circuiting. “I can’t wait to taste you, Scout. Do you think you’re a thin mint or a caramel delight?”
His fingers disappeared suddenly, making me whimper. I was so close, and his fingers on my clit weren’t enough.
“Mmm …” He groaned. “Lemonade. My favorite.”
“Abel, please …”
“Please, what, Girl Scout?” The hand he’d licked cupped my chin and turned my head to face him.
“Stop torturing me,” I whispered.
A smirk stretched his face. His lips collided with mine, all tongue and teeth as he ravaged my mouth like he had my pussy. He swallowed each moan I offered him like he was taking them as shots.
Then, his fingers found that hot spot again, suddenly stuffing three … no, four … into me.
