And then he’s inside me.
The pressure of his cock stretches me in incredible pleasure, zinging heat across my skin. He props me on the metal shelf, knocking tumblers over in the process. Neither of us stop as glass shatters on the floor. He holds my ass with one hand and uses the other to strum my clit, igniting a wave of tingles through me. It’s the first time a man plays with me this way during a one-night stand, considering the few others were more concerned with themselves. I moan and cling to him, gasping as his body hits mine over and over, rattling the shelving unit. He’s as good a lover as he is a kisser, and I arch and squirm with my building orgasm.
“You’re so sexy, beautiful,” he murmurs, thrusting harder and deeper, ravishing me in a way I haven’t experienced in a while. He’s unexpectedly attentive, and I can’t get enough.
“God, you’re so fucking good. Right there. Keep doing that. I’m going to come again,” I say, groaning and squirming. I gasp and kiss him, nipping his lip and enjoying his company. He smiles against my mouth, drawing perfect rhythm over my body until another orgasm explodes through me and I scream in pleasure.
With a grunt, he pulls out and finishes across my bare thighs, his handsome face puckering with his lust. I snatch his face and kiss him again, tempted to never leave this room. The handsome stranger grabs a new bar towel from the package and helps me clean off.
I dance around him, intoxicated on lust, and grab his tie. “Another drink?”
“Fuck yeah, beautiful. Whatever you want,” he says, hugging me.
I smile. Finally. Someone who won’t tell me what to do or fuck with my head. This is exactly what I needed. One last celebration before who the hell knows what. I don’t even care anymore.
“That’s what I love to hear,” I tease, entwining my fingers with his.
I drag him back into the club, the music and lights blurring as he spins me around and hooks me by the waist.
“Let’s get that drink,” he says. “I still have some time. My client’s running late.”
I grin and kiss him again. “Abso-fucking-lutely. Nothing sounds better.”
3
Hot Mess
BitchBabe:WTAF?Areyou crazy?
I stare at the text message flashing across my phone. Bianca’s risking a lot, texting me during a meeting. Not that I’m being an obedient heir, considering I left altogether and have been taking shots, fucking strangers, and preparing my escape before the end.
Bitch Babe: I thought you’d come back. There’s still time to beg for forgiveness. Things are taking time with the new heirs. As long as you return before the meeting ends, it’ll be okay.
Blinking the haze from my vision, I ignore Bianca and tuck my phone away. Bar Guy smiles at me, holding up his shot glass. The bass thuds through the speakers, shaking the tall table, and I suppress my regret and grin.
One of the male servers sets two more shots in front of us. I don’t recognize him, but it’s not like I know everyone here. Bar Guy hands him some folded cash, and he vanishes in the crowd in the direction of the bar.
“To serendipitous encounters, good music, and beautiful strangers,” Bar Guy says, his gaze traveling from mine to give me a slow once-over. Our knees touch as we sit alone in one of the bottle service booths.
“To hot sex and handsome strangers, too.” I clink my glass to his, letting the beat of the music fill my soul. I haven’t had so much fun with someone besides Bianca in a while, and definitely not here at the Looking Glass.
The cloudy blue liquid of our Drink Me Elixirs swirls around in the glass, glittering in the colorful strobe lights. I tip it to my lips and drink it in one swallow.
The alcohol burns going down my throat, and I release a breath. I scoot closer to Bar Guy, laughing with my excitement. My body continues to buzz, growing hotter with another shot and his smoldering eyes devouring me.
“Want to get out of here?” I ask, sliding my hand up his chest, feeling his chiseled muscles through his suit jacket. “I’m over this place.”
His lips curl into his easy-going smile, drawing my attention. He nods his head without a word, sliding his hand across my side and to my back, the heat of his palm electrifying against my bare skin.
I don’t hesitate and kiss him again, tasting the sweet, spicy alcohol on his lips. He hums against my mouth, kissing me deeper, devouring my continuous affection. I slide my arms around his neck, sitting on him so that I can feel his desire for me again. Our tongues graze against each other, the kiss more sensual than passionate. I can’t get over how amazing a kisser he is, and if I can keep him around, it’ll keep Talon, surely commanded to be the enforcer, away for at least tonight. Because Daddy won’t risk exposing us in front of a stranger.
I break away from his mouth, gasping a breath. “I know you said you were meeting a client—”
“I’ll let him know something came up. He’ll understand, considering he’s late. Let’s get out of here.” He scoots to the edge of the booth with me on his lap and helps me stand. Sliding his arm around my waist, he pulls me in close like he can’t get enough of me.
“I’m staying in the penthouse at the Silver Screen Hotel,” I murmur, caressing my lips against his ear.
“Funny. I’m staying there too. I’ll get us a car.” Bar Guy pulls out his phone from his suit jacket pocket.