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he continued making excuses, but Dylan’s attention was seized by a movement behind her and he realised a small audience had now gathered, consisting of suited bartenders, glamorous receptionists, and white-coated waiting staff. “Apparently you don’t often get men turning up to woo you at work, right?”
She cringed and laughed nervously. “Oh god, are they all there?”
“A few. Can we go someplace and talk?”
She raised an eyebrow. “You forget that I know what that means.”
He smirked. “No seriously, I just wanna talk… Well, alright, I wanna carry you off and ravish you so hard that all those gawkers will hear you screaming my name in ecstasy over and over and over. How does that sound?”
Sarah stifled a chuckle, then she composed herself. “Dylan, I don’t know if I can handle having you back in my life.”
He grinned. “Why don’t you try it? You might be pleasantly surprised!”
Chapter Seven
Sarah’s knees surged with nerves as she led Dylan to her favourite room in the hotel. She was fairly sure he didn’t really just want to talk – or at least she hoped not. She didn’t know what it was about him, but she found it impossible to resist his charms, and he knew it.
They halted outside the hotel room and she rummaged in her pocket for her keycard. She glanced at him. He winked, making her laugh.
“Come on,” she said. “We can talk in here.”
Her lust pounded hard between her thighs as she strode inside with Dylan close behind, like a predator stalking its prey.
She drew back the heavy drapes to let the sunlight in, then she glanced around the room. It was her favourite suite for good reason. She’d written the marketing description herself recently: ‘If it’s glamour and comfort you require – combined with elegant extravagance – the Grosvenor Suite offers the ultimate in opulence. The suite is beautifully adorned with antique mahogany furniture, a luxury marble bathroom, and…’
…A huge king-size bed to roll around on when having a quickie with a lost love.
She turned to face him. He was staring at her with a cool expression – hand slung in his trouser pocket – but his warm eyes were full of passion. He looked amazing in that suit – powerful and dominating. Suddenly Sarah yearned for him to make her forget that she was running this multi-million-pound establishment. She wanted him to be in charge – she wanted to submit to his every desire. And if she did, she knew he’d cater to hers.
He threw her a cocky grin. “So what did you wanna talk about?”
She opened her mouth to reply, but her lust caught in her throat. “You were the one who wanted to talk…”
He swaggered over and caressed her face with a strong hand. “How about we talk about the fact that I’m dying to peel down your panties, bend you over that bed, and make you forget you’re the boss for a while.”
Sarah’s heart thumped with desire. She nodded. He wrapped her up in his strong arms and kissed her – tenderly at first, but then with a passion that she’d never before experienced. As the kiss grew with lustful intensity, he teased his tongue into her mouth, thrusting volts of pleasure through her quivering body.
He pulled away and ran his fingers through her hair. “You’re beautiful, babe.” He glanced at the wall-length mirror that ran alongside the bed. “Bend over and let me take care of you. Do as you’re told, alright? Complete surrender.”
A lightning storm crackled between them. “Yes, Dylan.”
On shaking legs, she strode over to the bed and bent at the waist, resting her palms on the soft comforter. He strutted up behind her like a hungry wolf circling a lamb.
“Good girl.” He reached out and grabbed her ass cheeks in his hands, rubbing his hard cock against her as he squeezed her butt tight. Sarah glanced in the mirror and saw that he was already undoing his zipper, tugging out his huge erection, and sorting out the condom. She knew from her younger days that a quickie with Dylan always resulted in unbelievably intense pleasure. He was like the driver of a sports car, confident he could take her from zero to hyper-speed in sixty seconds. Not that she was starting at zero. The feel of him sliding his hand between her legs was making her pussy dripping wet, and his dominating act made her ready to receive him right now.
Dylan reached around and unzipped Sarah’s trousers then pulled them – and her panties – down to her thighs. She felt like a naughty girl, waiting to be punished, which increased her desire in ways she never would’ve expected. He positioned himself close up behind her, pressing his thighs against hers and rubbing his straining hard-on under her wet pussy, using his fingers to slide over her throbbing clit.
“Like that?”
“Yes, Dylan… uh…”
He pushed her forward so she fell off-balance, forcing her clit to dig into the bed as he continued to rub it at the perfect speed and pressure.
“I think you’re ready for me, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m gonna take you rough and hard – for my satisfaction as well as yours. I can’t get enough of your tight little pussy.”
He used his non-clit-rubbing hand to slap her sharply on her bare ass, making her yelp with pleasure and pain. Her knees buckled and she grinned with delightful satisfaction.