“She won’t like that, Hunter.”
“If she gets there, it will be because she doesn’t have a choice. I’m not having the argument of her safety again. Stefan will go for her if he finds her.Whenshe turns him down without any kindness, he’ll take it as an insult … Stefan doesn’t handle ‘no’ very well.”
Lief doesn’t argue with me there. We’ve both seen it.
“We don’t have a choice.”
VALERIE
Chase pulls me against him in the elevator of the hotel and kisses me hungrily. His hand’s stroke through my hair, down my shoulders, over my sides, and to my ass, greedily palming and claiming me like he needs me.
And I just keep holding the damn stingray because if I give in to his mouth right now, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. I’ll just end up playing some elevator game where we hit all the buttons and fuck as quickly as we can before we get caught and have to bribe a police officer.
Still, he pushes me against one of the glass walls and pulls my skirt up to rub his fingers over my pussy. “You have no idea how much I want you, baby doll.”
“You should have booked the jellyfish area for a private party,” I pant.
“Oh no, they have their cameras,” He growls, biting my bottom lip. “And only I get to see you come tonight.”
I pant and nearly drop the stingray as I tangle my tongue with his. Chase strips me of my panties and gets down on his knees. His keys jingle but I can barely focus on that as he kisses up the inside of my thigh, heading further under my skirt.
“Chase,” I moan.
Before he can get to his destination the door opens and he picks up his keys quickly and stands. An old couple walks in, says hello and Chase stands at my side, still not keeping his hands to himself. He leans over to whisper in my ear.
“You better be quiet, Valerie.”
Before I can ask why. His hand strokes over my ass, between my legs, then curls his fingers into my soaking wet pussy. I push the plush toy against my face and try to keep my legs from trembling as Chase slowly works my body into a fever pitch.
The slow strokes of his fingers pick up with every ding of the elevator as he tests different moves and strokes and oh fuck. How the hell am I supposed to hold out when he doesthatwith his fingers. Tapping them against my g-spot when he thrusts deep.
A little breath escapes me and the woman turns to look at me. “Are you okay, honey? You look a little flushed.”
“All the um … the sun,” I get out, sounding everything but convincing.
She shrugs, nods, and faces forward.
They get off at another floor and Chase pulls me in front of him, sliding his other hand down my front to work my clit. “Look at how good you are, Valerie.”
“This is torture,” I whimper.
“Because you had to be quiet or because I haven’t let you come yet?”
“Both!” I moan as my head falls back. “You’re too much. Please. Please.”
He chuckles and kisses my throat while giving me enough to keep me panting and moaning, but not enough to make me come until I realize we’re on the top floor of the hotel. Pulling his fingers free of me, he spanks my bottom and sucks his fingers before leading me to the presidential suite or whatever it’s called.
“Chase, a regular room would have …” I’m fighting for my breath already.
“Wouldn’t be good enough for you,” He says simply.
The suite is huge when we walk in. It’s luxury on luxury and more than we can possibly need considering I’m sure that Chase and I are going to be wrapped up in the bed and not use the kitchen, the living room style area, or … well we might just use that balcony.
The stingray is tugged from my hands and tossed where our luggage is already sitting. Chase tugs me against him and kisses me feverishly, like he hasn’t been able to kiss me in years or something.
I moan and start working on getting his shirt off.
“So impatient. I said we’re changing for dinner, naughty girl. I have reservations.”