I smiled at her as she took another cautious step forward, and I didn’t dare take a breath as she reached out. Her touch on my hand jolted through my system, and my fingers reflexively curled around hers as she pulled me to my feet and out onto the dance floor.
Our bodies drifted together like magnets, and my hands slid down to the curve of her waist while she pressed her soft breasts against my chest as she extended her arms up, swaying with the beat inside the circle of my arms. I was never much of a dancer, but moving with her felt natural and easy, and I closed my eyes and let the music fill me, along with the soft press of her body, the swish of her long hair as she moved, and the fresh smell of her skin and perspiration.
I didn’t know anything about her other than what I could see. She was clearly much younger than me, beautiful, and if the ring finger was anything to go by, unmarried. Even without the details, though, something burned between us, the kind of combustible attraction that made me want to drag her to the nearest bathroom and fuck her up against the wall, then throw her over my shoulder, carry her to my hotel room and do it all over again. As many times as it took to get it all out of my system. However long that might be.
I let my hands move down, slipping along her silky dress until I had her round ass cupped in my big hands, squeezing gently as I pushed her even closer into my body. She pressed a hand to my chest, her fingertips digging into the firm muscle while her other hand explored my shoulder.
“Find anything you like?” I asked, finally breaking our silence. I slid a hand around again to rest on her waist, my thumb just brushing the bottom curve of a round breast, and she did nothing to stop me or the illicit caress.
She inhaled sharply and nodded, biting her lip with those pearly white teeth, and I brought my hand up just a little higher to lightly cup her fullness, teasing a thumb across the soft peak that just barely poked against the thin material. I felt her soft intake of breath, and then she arched against me, silently asking for more.
With the fingers of one hand gently circling her hardening nipple, my other hand slid down to her hip to pull her in close and grind her against my aching cock. I learned forward and kissed the side of her neck.
“Is that good?” I asked her, my lips pressed against her ear.
“Yes,” she replied as she leaned into my touch.
I gave her nipple a soft pinch through the fabric and she gasped. I grinned and did it again, leaning down to press my lips to her bare shoulder. Her fingers threaded into my hair as I nuzzled her neck and I nearly sighed with pleasure at the sensation of her long nails against my scalp.
“I want to see what’s under that little dress,” I murmured in her ear. “Do you want to get out of here?”
She leaned back and gazed at me as her fingers loosened in my hair. I kept her hips firmly pressed against mine so there was no mistaking my desire for her as I waited for an answer.
Finally, she smiled at me and nodded as she leaned in, her lips a whisper away from mine.
“Let’s go,” she said boldly. “Show me what you can do.”
Chapter Three
Marcie
My mystery man practically dragged me out the door of the King Club, barely giving me enough time to flash a quick thumbs-up at Frankie before I lost sight of her. He gripped my hand tightly as he pulled me out to the sidewalk, and just as quickly, he backed me against the brick exterior of the King Club to drop a hot, desperate kiss on my mouth.
A kiss that ended almost as quickly as it began and left me aching for so much more.
“My hotel is just over here,” he said, looking down at me with bright, glittering eyes that were filled with heat and hunger.
I nodded, giving him my consent. Still gripping my hand tightly in his, he looked both ways, and we darted across the street through the traffic.
“Oh wow,” I said when I realized where we were headed. “Pacific Heights Hotel? What are you, some kind of high roller?”
He looked back at me with a teasing grin, and those butterflies took up residence in my stomach again. “Nah, just a business traveler with some upgrade points. But do you really want to talk about that?”
I laughed and shook my head. “No, not really. I’m here to end a dry spell.”
“Funny,” he said as he escorted me through the revolving lobby door. “Me too.”
As soon as the elevator doors slid closed behind us, he was on me again, mouth descending on mine in a flurry of lips, teeth, and tongues, while his hands eagerly explored my breasts and slid down to cup the throbbing flesh between my thighs. He broke the kiss to press his lips against my ear, and when he spoke, his voice was hot and demanding, making me shiver from head to toe.
“Will you let me eat this sweet pussy before I fuck it?” he asked, his dirty words punctuated by a swipe of his tongue at my earlobe and the press of his fingers against my wet core through my drenched panties. “Or should I just fill you up with my big cock first?”
My knees buckled in anticipation. God, this man was filthy, and I absolutely loved it.
Before I could answer, the elevator dinged, and I nearly groaned in frustration as he took a step away and stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking far more innocent than he had just seconds ago. The doors slid open and an older couple, both wearing bathrobes as though they’d just come from the pool, stepped inside, and pressed a button for their own floor.
Ahigherfloor than his.
I wanted to scream in frustration.