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Claire’s gaze flicks down to her feet, then slowly lifts to meet my own. “I did,” she exhales. “I didn’t want to buy a prostitute, and I don’t know anyone who could get the job done for me. So I thought this would be a good place to get it taken care of.”
I almost ask her why, but then I decide that I don’t give much of a fuck about that. I’m pretty sure I already know why at this point. I have an opportunity here, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I’m going to take it. Pushing off the door, I make my way toward her.
She’s visibly shaken, her body trembling harder with each step I take. When I’m close enough to touch her, only then do I reach out, cupping her cheek. As I slide my thumb along her full bottom lip, I give her a smirk.
“This is a good place to take care of that, and I would consider it an honor if you let me be the one to do it for you.”
Her eyes widen. She flicks her gaze down, then brings it back up to meet mine again. I stay quiet, watching her, waiting as patiently as possible, even though I want to wrap her in my arms, carry her to the bed, and strip her down immediately.
“You saved me from being hurt tonight, maybe even killed,” she whispers. “I appreciate that. But how do I know you’re not a bad guy, too?”
The way she asks, I know she wants me to tell her just how fucking good I am. But I’m not. And I don’t lie. I might keep things from her, but I will never fucking lie to her, not ever. Sliding my hand down from her cheek, I wrap my fingers around the side of her neck.
“I am a bad guy, sweetheart. But I wouldn’t physically harm you. I’d die before I’d hurt you like that.”
Wetness fills her gaze before she blinks it away. She rises to her toes, then I feel her lips gently brush against mine. “I want you to take me,” she exhales. “Please.”
That is all the green light I need.
ChapterFive
CLAIRE
As soon asthe wordpleaseleaves my lips, this man, whose name I still don’t know, slams his mouth against mine in a hard kiss. His hands reach for the hem of my skirt, and he grips it firmly, stretching it across my ass even tighter.
I can’t help but wonder if it’s going to be ripped to shreds, and even though that would mean I wouldn’t have anything to wear home, I’m not sure I would care. It’s hot as hell.
His mouth moves down the side of my throat. He sucks on some skin, then he continues to move down to my chest, stopping just before my cleavage. I inhale a sharp breath, holding it slightly as I wait for him to move his mouth down even more. He doesn’t. Instead, his hands move.
One of his hands releases the back of my skirt and slips between my thighs. He groans as his fingers slide against the center of my panties. Lifting my hands, I grip his biceps, wondering why that feels so damn good.
I can feel his lips smile against my chest, then he hooks a finger at the center of my panties and tugs them to the side before he touches me. Skin on skin. His finger glides through my folds before finding my clit and focusing there.
My head drops backward, my belly tingling at the sensations that seem to surround me, inside and out. My hips roll, meeting his touch over and over until he stops. I almost scream, begging him to continue because I’m climbing closer and closer toward my release.
I’ve made myself come a few times in my life in the shower and in bed, but nothing has ever felt like this before. I feel sexy and beautiful. I feel like I’m the center of the world. That I am desired and desirable.
It’s nothing like touching yourself in bed beneath the covers while being quiet so that nobody else in the house hears you.
His fingers gripping my skirt move down to my thigh, and he grabs me, his fingers no doubt causing bruising to my leg. I don’t mind. In fact, I like it. He picks me up with one hand and carries me over to the bed against the wall.
There are other things in the room, pieces of furniture that I don’t quite understand. But then again, I’m not very versed in sex. I wouldn’t understand anything here anyway. He lowers me down to my feet, his head lifting, his eyes finding mine.
He’s so handsome. I’ve never seen anyone like him up close before. He’s tanned, with olive-toned skin, dark hair, a short beard, and dark eyes. He’s beautiful. I want to touch him just to see if he’s real.
Even though there are beautiful people all over Vegas, I’ve never been this close to someone so attractive before. I can’t help but wonder what he’s doing here. I’m pretty sure all he has to do is snap his fingers for women to fall at his feet.
I don’t ask him, not because I think it might be rude, but because he places his hand in the center of my chest and firmly pushes me backward. I fall, my ass landing on the bed, then my back bounces against the mattress.
Without an opportunity to even breathe, my panties are wrenched down, my legs are thrown over his shoulders, and his mouth is right there. Between my legs. Right. There. I open my mouth to protest, placing my hands on his shoulders to push him away… but I do neither.
Instead of pushing, my fingers grip his shoulders as my hips lift to meet his tongue, and a whimper escapes my throat. My eyes roll to the back of my head when he slips two fingers inside of me and makes a come-hither motion with them.
I can’t control myself. My hips lift. They buck. My nails dig into his shoulders, through his shirt even harder, and then it happens. That sensation. The overwhelming sensation that I might, just might, explode takes over. Then it happens, and I cry out as I come.
Hard.
The stranger shifts back slightly, turning his head as he touches his lips to the inside of my now trembling thigh. In fact, my entire body is trembling. I don’t understand why I’m feeling this way. I should be scared of this man. I should be nervous. But I’m not.
