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Mystery Man lets go of his arm and stares him down until he walks away.
He turns back to me, shaking his head. “You okay? Did he spill his drink on you?” He glances over me.
I shrug. “It’s no big deal.”
He nods then stares at me for a long moment. Long enough that the butterflies in my stomach increase. He’s got this intense stare. A slow smile spreads across his face, and he looks slightly uncertain. “Would you wanna … get out of here?” he suggests.
I grin. After the long conversation we’ve been having, I’d been hoping he’d eventually suggest that. “Yeah,” I say.
His smile widens. “Then let’s go.”
I quickly gather my purse, shoot off a text to Courtney letting her know I’d snagged a guy for the night—not an uncommon message from either of us on a night out—and follow Mystery Man out of the bar.
Chapter 2
He grabs my hand as we step out into the chilly, evening air. The lights of downtown Seattle sparkle as he turns right and leads us down the street. I keep casting glances his way, up at his dark hair, his chiseled jawline. I’ve had hookups before, but never one this hot.
I shiver in anticipation.
“Where are we going?” I ask as we cross the street.
“There,” he says, inclining his head to the hotel in front of us. It’s a nice one. One of those expensive, downtown Seattle ones.
I raise my eyebrows at him. “You from out of town?” I ask.
He chuckles. “My company always has a few rooms reserved here. For telecommuters, out of town clients, things like that.”
I force my expression to remain neutral. His company? Fuck, he wasn’t kidding when he’d said he was a rich Seattleite.
We walk through the double doors of the hotel, and I stand off to the side as he approaches the front desk and arranges a room. After a few minutes, he has a keycard, and we’re in the elevator humming along to the top floor.
He snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his side. I giggle, staring up at him. When the elevator stops, we step out into a brightly lit corridor. He leads me to our room, and in we go.
I have to make an effort to hide my surprise at the size of the room. I can barely call it aroom—more of a suite.
It’s the size of an apartment, with floor-to-ceiling windows revealing a gorgeous view of the city. I wander toward the windows, in awe. “Wow,” I breathe. “This place is beautiful.”
Mystery Man comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Yeah, I forgot how nice the view is from here,” he comments.
We stand like this for a few moments before he leans down to press a soft kiss to the nape of my neck. I sigh, closing my eyes. He trails slow, soft kisses up my neck and along my jawline.
His hands roam across my stomach, his grip tightening around my waist. Slowly, his hands travel up, up, up, until they’re cupping my breasts, softly squeezing them over the fabric of my dress.
I suck in a breath.
“You want me to make you mine tonight?” he whispers in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
I smile, nodding. “Yes,” I reply softly.
He massages my breasts for a few moments, working me up, my breaths coming out in shallow pants.
He moves his hands to the skirt of my dress, taking fistfuls and lifting. “Arms up,” he murmurs.
I do as he says, and he deftly lifts my dress over my head, tossing it aside. I’m standing in nothing but a pair of panties and a bra. Thankfully, it’s one of my cuter sets. Black lace.
“So pretty,” he whispers in my ear, taking the straps of my bra and pushing them off my shoulders. Then he unhooks the clasp at my back, letting the bra fall to the floor and my breasts spill free. I gasp at the sudden chill against my most sensitive parts, my nipples almost immediately hardening.
He trails a finger slowly down my collarbone, between my bare breasts, and I shiver in response. He cups one of them in his hands, squeezing gently. I arch my back. He’s barely touched me, and yet every nerve in my body is on fire. I’m desperate for more, desperate for this man to fuck me already. I’m practically naked, and he’s still fully clothed. I’d be embarrassed if I was in my right mind—but I’m too turned on to care.
