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“Now touch yourself.” His voice is quiet, deep, shaking with need. “I want to see you play with that gorgeous pussy. Show me what you like.”
Nothing in the world could stop me because I’m hot enough that it almost hurts. I’ve never felt this way.
Like if I don’t come soon, I’ll die from it.
There is something insanely dirty about this, which is probably what leaves me hanging on the edge, just short of falling into what I know will be bliss. I run the tip of my forefinger over my clit while, with the other hand, I massage my breasts, pinching my nipples until I whimper in frustration because, god, I need to come. I need to come for him.
“Look at me.” I have no choice but to open my eyes and stare back at Colton, now rocking his hips slightly as he fucks his own fist.
“You’re gonna come with me,” he commands through gritted teeth. “You’re gonna come for me right now.”
And he’s right, I am; it hits me all at once. The tension and the throbbing and the sight of him so close to the edge all comes together at once and leaves me howling, almost afraid of the intensity of sensations that race through me, the familiar clenching of my pussy stronger than ever before, the shower spinning around me while all I can do is lean against the wall for support.
And the sight of Colton finding his own release makes it even better, drags it out, wave after wave rolling over me while I watch him shoot his cum across the glass. One, two, three, each splash runs slowly down the wall until he slows his stroking and lets his head fall back with a sigh.
Holy shit. What happens now? Funny how what seemed sensible—even necessary—a minute ago is now shocking. Why did I ever think that was a good idea? Now I have to face him. As if things weren’t awkward enough.
He lifts his head, straightening his posture, and for a breathless moment, I’m sure he’ll laugh at me. At how easy it was to get me to do everything he said—touching myself until I howled like an animal. I already wish I’d left the room in disgust when he made his little offer. I’d rather spend the night in my car than be laughed at now.
Only he’s not laughing when he grabs a fluffy towel, opens the shower door, and hands it to me. “That was very nice. And promising,” he adds, snickering as I begin drying off. “I have high hopes for the rest of the night.”
“What do you want to do?” And why do I want so much for it to be plain and simple fucking? That’s what I want him to say. I want him to promise mind-blowing marathon sex in that king-size bed. I want to feel him inside me. If this is only going to happen for one night, I want everything. Might as well, right?
“I have a few things in mind.” He doesn’t bother with a towel, strutting around naked. I guess I would, too, if I looked like him. I’m not quite as comfortable yet, so after rubbing myself dry, I close the towel around my chest.
“So long as I can get away with wearing a suit. That’s really all I have with me.”
I expect a scowl, but all I get is a shrug as he washes his hands at one of the two sinks. “I’ll give you my card. You can go shopping wherever you want, so long as you make sure to pick something that’ll look good on the town tonight. I’m thinking cocktail or nicer.”
“You’re offering me your credit card and telling me to go shopping? Is there a dollar limit?”
“I’m not offering. I’m giving it to you. And you’re going to use it—without a limit,” he adds. “I’ll trust your judgment.”
The only problem is, considering what I just did and am strongly considering doing again, my judgment is what I’m questioning more than anything right now.
“You have two hours,” he finally announces. “I want you looking good from head to toe.”
“But where are we going?”
Dread and anticipation mix in my gut when the corner of his mouth pulls upward. “Leave that to me. What, do you think I’d steer you wrong?”
It’s better if I don’t answer that one.
4
COLTON
The problemwith making as much money as I have in as short a period of time is a person tends to get jaded.
I’ve experienced things I never could have imagined back home. I’ve seen a lot of the world, met fascinating people, own all the toys—the cars, the jet, the townhomes, all of it.
In other words, there isn’t much that can impress me anymore.
Which is why I almost laugh at myself, sitting here at the bar in the hotel, waiting for my unexpected New Year’s gift to step off the elevator. I made it clear I wanted her ready to go by eight o’clock, which will give us plenty of time to have fun before midnight.
I tap my fingers against the shining wood, checking my watch, willing her to arrive while pleasant conversation goes on around me. People having drinks before going out to continue the party. I sip my bourbon, willing myself to stay calm. This is hardly the first time I’ve ever exercised self-control.
But damned if it isn’t the most difficult.
