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We walk into the elevator, and she presses the button for the fifth floor. I notice she doesn't have a purse. It's not like her dress has pockets. Where's her key?

She staggers into me, and in my already drunken state, I stagger into the wall. "Mmm," she says, making me laugh as she rubs up against me.

The doors open, and I start steering her off the elevator. "Which room?" I ask, trying not to act affected when she tugs at my shirt and backs against a door.

"This one."

I tilt my head, ready to ask where her key is, when she reaches into her bra. My eyes dart down, of course, and I get a peek at her erect nipples behind the lacy bra. That's like putting a steak in front of a starving man.

I groan as I lose all my ability to hold back, and I lower my head while pushing her dress and bra down in unison to allow way for my mouth to close over the hard little nub.

She moans when she feels it, and she pulls me to her, tangling her hands in my hair. That thin thread of sanity I had snaps, and I lift her into the air before pressing her hard against the door.

I jerk the key out of her hand and blindly fumble with it, never moving my mouth away from her breast, until the door opens. We stumble into the room, and I lose my hold on her nipple, but her mouth is on mine before I can go for it again.

Her greedy tongue sweeps in and my knees try to buckle. The door slowly shuts on its own as we start tearing the place apart. She actually rips my shirt off as her legs clamp around my waist, and I start unzipping the back of the dress that has been fucking with my head all night.

"You’d better have a condom," she says against my lips, making me smile.

If she's sober enough to think about protection, then she's sober enough for us to do this. God knows I can't stop now.

"I've got plenty."

Her kiss resumes, and I hold her to me for a second longer before I pull back to discard her dress. Fuck me. Tria in lace isn't something I was prepared for. A thong? I'm never going to last. Not after being hard for this long.

She reaches her hand in my pants, and delicate fingers take a firm grip on my cock, stroke it, and make me stumble again when my knees falter. Damn. She's going to make me fuck up and come too early if she keeps this up.

I lift her to be on the dining table in her massive suite. Her girly panting makes me hurry my motions as I fumble for a condom. She gets to work pushing my pants down while I tear open the condom, and I roll her panties down, desperate to be buried inside her the way I've fantasized about being all night long.

I rip the pack open with my teeth, but she takes the condom from me and rolls it on like I'm taking too long. The second it's secure, she spreads her legs and jerks me to her. A low growl comes from my throat as I grip her to me, my eyes roll back as I sink inside her tight-as-hell sheathe, and I almost come then and there when she moans in delight.

I really was hoping she wouldn't feel this damn good. Fuck.

I start moving, doing what I can to last long enough for her to find her release first, but it's never going to happen. Not after the way she's had me worked up.

"Kode," she murmurs, pushing back.

Fuck. She's changing her mind now? Damn it.

"Yeah," I mutter, going down to kiss her neck and praying she doesn't stop me just yet.

"We hate each other," she says, tilting her head to give me a better angle, and I take advantage. I also push back inside her, making her breath catch when our bases meet.

"So?" I ask, knowing where she's going with this, but praying I'm wrong.

"So fuck me like you hate me, already."

Damn. If I didn't hate her, I think that would have made me fall in love. That's really not going to help me last long.

I pull out of her and flip her over, pressing her against the table, and I slam into her from behind before she has time to register my actions.

"So much better," she moans as I slam into her again, and that's all I can take.

Fucking three strokes later and I've humiliated myself by getting off so damn quickly.

"No," she groans, pressing back on me, begging me to keep going.

"Five minutes is all I need, and then I'll fuck you like I hate you all night," I murmur against her ear, enjoying the chills that rise on her soft skin.


Tags: C.M. Owens Sterling Shore Romance