Page 5 of Indecent Obsession
I run my hand down his chest and look up into his brown eyes. “That will give them plenty to keep them busy. My mother will probably call me first thing in the morning to talk to me about discretion.”
“Then we better make tonight count.” Drew leads me up to the counter. It’s not the main counter though. This part of the hotel is a little more private than the lobby. It’s for the exclusive guests.
When we approach, a woman in a business suit glances up at us with a welcoming smile. “Mr. Young, it’s good to see you again.”
Again. I shake my head as he smiles at her. He’s a player. I knew that before inviting him out on a date. He even told me amusing stories about when he fucked three women during the same time frame, but that reputation doesn’t always match up with the guy I’m getting to know.
Half the reason I wanted him was because he was willing to fuck anything and everyone. I didn’t realize he’d want me for a relationship. Not that I’m complaining, but it’s odd.
“A pleasure as always, Heather.” Drew wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in tight against him.
“Do you want one of our premium suites?” Her smile encompasses me. It seems genuinely warm.
“Not tonight. It’s a rather special night and we’ve booked the premier suite.” He taps his finger on the counter and gives her a smile meant to disarm.
Her cheeks flush as she brings it up. “Of course, I have it right here. How many keys would you like?”
“Five please.” He glances down at me. His eyes sparkle with amusement. “I’m always misplacing those pesky cards.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch is whisper soft and a shiver works through me. My gaze darts behind us to see if anyone is watching.
“Give me a few seconds.” Heather types on her keyboard. “Ah, there we go.”
She puts the cards in an envelope. “You also can tell your guests your code to let them in. Dinner will be served in an hour.”
“Dinner?” I raise my eyebrow.
“Can’t have you starve, princess.” He nods to Heather. “Thank you.”
“Have a good night.” She waves to us as we head to the elevator.
Drew taps the card on the reader and presses the button for the top floor. He leans back against the wall and draws me between his legs. “So many new experiences we can share, princess. Never fucked in an elevator.”
I glance down at my jeans and smirk up at him. “Not exactly dressed for a quickie in an elevator.”
“Who said anything about a quickie?” He captures my lips and I fall into his kiss. He’s dangerous in a way the others aren’t. His reputation is already a mess. That’s the one thing my mom would have against me dating him. But fuck, does it make it fun.
He turns so I’m pressed against the wall as he hovers over me. Our foreheads touch and we pant to catch our breath. His dark eyes search mine as he cups my breast through my shirt and bra, toying with me, daring me to let him continue.
I suck in a breath as my nipples tighten. Sparks cascade down my spine. Any minute the elevator could stop on one of these floors. Someone could step in and see us. Somehow that makes me want to push the envelope, not slow down.
Grabbing his belt, I arch an eyebrow as I slide it loose. His smile is all the encouragement I need. I quickly undo his button and his zipper. Reaching inside, I draw his cock out.
He smirks. “What are you going to do now, princess?”
I wet my lips and glance at the slowly rising numbers. “Guess I’ll have to be quick.”
Sliding down the elevator wall, I drop to my knees to take his cock into my mouth and deep into my relaxed throat.
“Fuck,” he whispers harshly. His hand sinks into my hair as I swallow around his tip before sliding off. I gaze up into his dark eyes as he watches my every move. Working him fast, I cup his balls with one hand while the other strokes his base. The noises he makes have me pressing my thighs together at the growing ache. I suck and lick every inch of him.
He grips my hair and pushes me all the way onto his cock, pressing my nose against his abs. I swallow around him as he groans low in his throat. The elevator doors open behind him as his cum hits the back of my throat.
Swallowing, I don’t move from my position. He draws me off and tucks his cock into his pants. It’s quiet so I assume we’re on our floor. When the doors start to close, he leans back and hits the button to keep the doors open as I stand and stride out of the elevator.
He stalks me with every step. My heart races. My blood is pumping. I’m wet and aching with need. We don’t exit into a hallway but into the suite. It’s large, with a bar and floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The cityscape is the only illumination. There’s a living room and a dining area. All beautifully appointed.
Drew gives me a half smile as I turn to back away from him. He drops his wallet and the keycards next to the fresh flowers on the console table. He jerks his shirt off over his head and kicks off his shoes.
