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“Don’t be too long, darling. Our dinner reservation is in thirty minutes,” a male voice calls from somewhere in the suite.
Kyle’s free hand trails up the length of my thigh. The skin beneath my pants scorches from his touch. Our eyes clash as he lets the hand still covering my mouth fall away. His thumb traces my bottom lip.
“I thought I left my heels in the closet,” a woman calls.
I stiffen as her steps grow closer. Kyle doesn’t stop feeling me up.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
That deviant smile grows, and my nipples harden.
“No, they’re in here, hun,” the man says.
Footsteps move away from the door.
“Do you remember that kiss in Miami?” he murmurs, his thumb still moving along the ridge of my lip.
“Yes.”
“I’ve craved the taste of your mouth every day since that night.”
That’s all the warning he gives me before he slams his mouth against mine. I’m barely able to hold back my moan. Kyle devours my mouth. The kiss isn’t hurried or rushed despite our current predicament.
No matter how bad of an idea this is, I give into the kiss, surrendering to wherever he’s leading me.
“Hun, do you want your coat? It’s chilly outside,” the woman on the other side of the door calls.
I pull away, but Kyle isn’t deterred. His lips trail down my neck, pressing butterfly kisses down my vein. I squeeze my eyelids, attempting to hold myself together. I can’t make any noise.
One false move, and those people will know we’re in here.
I pull back and press a finger to my lips to remind Kyle that we have to be quiet.
Does he listen to me?
If the way his hand moves from my hip to the button of my pants is any indicator … no.
He doesn’t give a damn.
My breath hitches when he pops open the button of my pants. His massive hand easily finds its way into my panties. Kyle looks like a sexy devil incarnate when his fingers find that sweet spot between my legs.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Did you say something, sweetie?” the man on the other side of the closet door asks.
I glance worriedly toward the only thing separating us from being found out.
“Truth or dare, Riley?” Kyle’s hand moves lower, finding my swollen clit.
My heartbeat pounds in my ears. I know Kyle isn’t going to let up at whatever game he’s playing.
“Truth.” I peek at the door again as a second pair of footsteps enter the bedroom.
“Tell me,” his lips curl into a devilish smile, “are you a screamer, Riley?” He plunges one of his long fingers inside of me.
I part my lips on a silent scream and slap my hand over my mouth because I don’t trust myself not to yell out. Kyle’s hand proves devastating for my composure. He uses my bodily fluids to swirl delicious circles around my clit.
I let out a whimper before burying my face into the crook of my neck. This is absolute madness.
