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Cassie giggled. “Oh, I will.”
She turned back to her entourage, and I turned to Wesley. He cocked a grin at me that made my heart skip a beat, and we walked through the door, leaving the noise of the club behind.
He led me through a maze of hallways and out through a side door. It didn’t open up to the back alley where Cassie and I had snuck in, and it didn’t open to the front of the club where the long lines waited.
A black car waited for us, the engine already running.
Wesley opened the door for me, and I slid onto the expensive leather seats.
When he got into the car after me, he wrapped an arm possessively around my shoulders.
I should have been worried—a stranger had just gotten me into his black, ominous-looking car, taking me who-knows-where. I’d heard stories like this in the news time and again. No one in my life knew who he was or where I was going. I hadn’t even told Cassie his name.
I wasn’t scared, though. I felt at home with Wesley. Something about him was reassuring, and the way he touched me made me shiver. He was possessive, but not in a clingy way. His authority was clear, and I went with him because I didn’t want to say no to him. I wanted this.
When the car stopped a block over, Wesley got out of the car and held out his hand. I took it and let him help me out of the car. I glanced up at the tall hotel with shiny windows that glittered like a gem as it reflected all the neon lights of the strip.
“You’re staying here?” I asked, confused.
“Yeah,” he said.
Maybe he didn’t want me to know where his home was. This was neutral ground. It was safe.
Wesley took my hand and pressed his lips to my knuckles. His blue eyes flashed when they locked onto mine, and heat washed over my body. His breath was hot when he inhaled my skin and then exhaled again. My body tightened in all the right places.
“Shall we?” he asked.
I could only nod, and he led me into the hotel.
We rode the elevator to the penthouse, and the doors opened into a private lobby. Wesley opened the door to his suite, and I realized this was his home. He lived in the freaking penthouse at a five-star hotel.
As soon as we were inside, he grabbed me, pulled me tightly against him, and kissed me. I got lost in the feel of his body against mine—taut and delicious—and his hot mouth on mine. He nibbled my bottom lip, slid his tongue into my mouth, and I sighed heavily with pleasure.
Wesley slid his hands down my arms, wrapped them around my waist, and ground his hips against mine. His cock was hard in his pants, his need for me apparent. It echoed my own need for him, and our tongues danced around each other.
I tugged at Wesley’s clothes. I wanted him naked and on top of me. Or behind me. Or underneath me. I didn’t care—I wanted him to fuck me.
I didn’t usually do anything like this. I’d never been a sexual creature, but with him, it was like he awoke a different side of me, and I couldn’t help myself. I ached to have him inside of me.
Wesley growled at the back of his throat, and he worked my silver dress up my legs. Clearly, he wanted the same thing.
I breathed in deeply. The smell of his cologne mixed with something raw and primal, the scent of his arousal turning me on. I grew wet, my panties got soaked, and I started undoing the buttons on his shirt. It was all I could do not to just rip them off, tearing open the shirt and exposing his perfectly chiseled chest.
Wesley worked my dress up until it was bunched underneath my arms. I let go of him and lifted my arms so he could work the dress over my head. When he dropped it on the floor, it fell with a shimmery plop.
I pushed his open shirt off his shoulders, and his chest was exactly as I’d imagined it.
Perfect.
Delicious.
I ran my hands up his chest, scraping my nails over his pecks, and Wesley growled again. The sound was almost animalistic, which shouldn’t have been possible. I attributed it to a deep voice and his lust taking over.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Wesley murmured against my lips.
He pushed me against the wall before I could answer, so that I responded with a sharp intake of breath. The wall behind me was cold, but Wesley’s body against mine was impossibly hot, and the contact was incredible. His bare skin against me made me feel like I was burning up.
He ground himself against me before he slid his hand into my panties and pushed his fingers between my legs. He didn’t waste any time before he went straight for what he wanted.
