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“Incoming,” I say under my breath.
Trista stands and nervously moves her hair behind her shoulder. Timmy stops on the other side of her as the bartender hands me the check. I place my credit card on the clipboard without reading the total and then lean closer to Trista. She’s forced to turn her back to me. I try to listen to what they’re saying, but the bar is loud, and I can bet Timmy is purposely being quiet and sneaky. Taking out my cell phone, I send a quick text to my driver that I’m ready for pickup. That way he’ll be waiting for us outside when we leave.
“Darling,” I say, signing my name on the receipt. I place the pen down. “Are you ready to leave?”
Trista looks at me and nods. “Yes.”
It comes out lusty.
“My place or yours?” I ask.
Her eyes flicker. “Yours.”
Even though we’re in character, I can tell she likes that I called her Darling. Her lashes fall to her cheeks, and she glances away to pick up her purse. Timmy stares at me. His searing gaze burns a hole on the side of my cheek, but I pay him no attention. I have three sisters. They give death glares worse than anyone I know. If I didn’t convince Trista to run in the other direction of Timmy after how she was treated, they would kill me in my sleep. So why not run her straight to my bed.
Timmy leans in to give Trista a hug, and I see red. It takes every ounce of strength I have not to rear back and punch him right in the face. I remind myself that this is a fake relationship, and I’m not going to start a bar fight in honor of that. But it pisses me off no less. He’s asking for trouble with that kind of sense of entitlement. He needs to keep his hands off what’s not his. The way I see it, he threw her away. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.
I tug on her hip, and it doesn’t take much to whisk Trista away.
“Thank you,” she whispers once we step outside the double doors.
My driver is exactly where I knew he’d be. He spots me walking toward the black Land Rover and gets out to open the door. I have Trista step in front of me so she gets in first. Then I walk around to the other side and get in, thanking my driver. We pull away, and I put up the partition for privacy. My hotel is around the corner, so it won’t take long to get there.
“I wanted to break his neck when he put his hands on you.”
“I know. I could feel the tension radiating from your body.”
I frown at her. “You could?” She nods. “I knew you wouldn’t like it. You sort of remind me of the macho, possessive type. I tried to pull away, but he held me tighter. I was so glad you asked me if I was ready to leave.”
She’s not wrong about being that kind of man. “My woman is mine. I don’t want anyone touching her. It’s not out of insecurity either. It’s out of respect.” I pause. “He doesn’t respect others.”
Trista turns toward me. Her knees tap mine as we turn a corner. “You know, when he was talking to me before we left, I realized he never made me feel in three years what you did in two minutes in that bathroom. Not nearly as close.”
My brows rise. “That means he never got to experience you the way I just did. Pity for him.”
Trista slides closer to me. She leans up to capture my lips with hers, then cups my bulge and rubs her palm over my cock, massaging my heavy sack at the same time. I widen my thighs to give her more access.
“The better my partner feels, the better the sex will be,” I tell her. “Make me feel good and watch how I fuck you into another state of mind.”
Trista shivers, and I like the effect I have over her. Blindly, she guides my hand to her breast to touch her nipple. I can’t wait to get my mouth on them. They’ve teased me all night. Trista has large breasts, and I love fat nipples. I’m hoping she has them. I want to suck on them while I fuck her. If I had to guess her cup size, I’d say she’s one of those bigger letters, like E or H or something.
“I’m going to rip this dress off of you,” I tell her. My balls are going to be blue by the time I get her undressed.
“I’ve never had my clothes torn from me before either,” she says seductively.
I give her a look that promises I’ll do just that and more.
Thank God we’re here. The Land Rover comes to a stop in front of the Four Seasons. We’re out of the car and in the penthouse suite in a matter of minutes.
Trista takes in the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. The room is bougie, but I love it. There’s a balcony with a jacuzzi, a spa bathroom, and a master bedroom with a king-size bed. She steps out of her heels as she walks. Before she can pull the zipper down on her dress, I walk up behind her and reach around to the front to tuck my fingers into the top of her dress. With my chest pressed to her back, I give one good tug and tear the dress from her body. She gasps. The material falls in a heap at her feet. My lips part at how beautiful she is. I cup her breasts and rub my throbbing cock against her ass, struggling with the need to be inside of her and the need to draw out the pleasure.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” I tell her as I pepper her neck with kisses. She smells so good I want to bite her.
“I don’t care about the dress.”
I nip at her neck with my teeth and stroke her with my tongue. I twist her nipples between my fingers, causing her head to loll back onto my chest. Trista reaches behind me and grabs whatever part of my body she can touch. My cock swells further. I can’t wait to be inside of her. I can feel in the way she grips me how much she wants me, and it lures out a commanding side of me. When I told her that one-night stands can be exactly like this, I meant that it only works when two people have the same hunger.
Thankfully, we do.
