“This room is another part of what makes this suite so special. It’s fully equipped and has sexual enhancers that will increase the enjoyment. Any items that you do choose to use will be discreetly added to your bill. Attached you will find the second master suite—” Coleman motions toward the bedroom, but I can no longer concentrate on what he’s saying.
All I can think about is how much I want to tie Margo to this table and explore every inch of her body. Having this man in here with us is a distraction to what I really want to know.
“Leave us,” I order Coleman.
He bows his head. “As you wish.”
As he opens the door, he instructs the bellhops to leave our luggage at the entrance before they all exit without another word.
I turn my focus back to Margo. Her wide eyes tell me that even though she won’t admit it, being alone in this room with me scares her. She feels this weird sexual connection between us too. I know she does. She just won’t give in and admit it. If we’d just fuck, I’m sure all this weird tension would disappear and we could both focus on what we actually came out here to do.
I swallow hard and then glance at the two master suite doors that are on the opposite sides of this fantasy room.
I motion from one room to the other. “Lady’s choice.”
“That’s gracious of you considering that’s not how you typically operate. By the way it looked in your office the other day, it seemed like it was all about your choices first,” she mutters as she turns away from me toward the room that we hadn’t toured yet.
Before I realize it, I’m snatching her wrist, stopping her mid-step and forcing her to look at me. “How do you know that when I’m with a woman I’m not paying for that I don’t put her first?”
She raises one eyebrow. “You’re too much of a selfish prick to put anyone’s needs before your own.”
My pulse thunders beneath my skin. “Maybe I need to change your perception of me then—show you just how giving I can be when I want to. This suite—it’s the perfect place for us to fuck and get it out of our systems. Don’t you agree? Just imagine all the ways I could make you come while I have you strapped to that table.”
I can’t deny that just being in here and seeing all the props has me picturing what it would be like to tie her up and spank her ass before feeling her pussy wrapped around my cock.
Her head falls back slightly as she lets out a low sarcastic laugh. “I would never fuck you. You are not my type.”
I lick my lips as I close the distance between us until her chest presses against me. “A man with a big cock who knows how to use it is every woman’s type, and believe me, baby, I’m the best fuck you’ll ever have.”
I can no longer hold back. The sweet smell of her perfume and the very essence of her surround me and the need to have her—possess her—consumes me. My hands wrap around her waist and then slide down her perfect ass to find the hem of her skirt. The tips of my fingers graze the bare flesh on her legs.
Her entire body shivers, but she never takes her eyes off me as she takes a deep breath. “Prove it.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I seize the opportunity and slide my hand up her back so I could tangle my fingers into her hair. I slam my mouth against hers with so much need it’s almost overwhelming. Her lips part, allowing enough room for my tongue to snake into her mouth, and she moans.
I’m such a fucking goner.
She tastes like heaven, and I’m too much of a sinner to resist devouring every inch of her. Tonight, I will own her body. Tonight, I will make her mine.
Margo
HE’S TAKING WHAT HE WANTS without apologies, and it’s so damn hot.
His hands are everywhere: in my hair, on my ass, cupping my face while he deepens our kiss. Alexander King definitely knows how to touch a woman and set her skin on fire. When his lips attack mine, I throw my hands in his hair to try to immerse myself in him. Alexander wraps his arms around me, tugging me closer while never breaking our kiss.
He grabs the material at the bottom of my tucked in blouse and pulls the fabric free of my pencil skirt. One by one, he pops the buttons open with his skilled hands and when he frees the last one, he slides the material off my shoulders, allowing his fingers to trace my bare skin before my shirt falls to the floor. The hem of my skirt creeps up my thighs as Alexander slides it to get better access.
He presses himself against me. The roughness of his trousers against me causes a tingle to erupt all over my body. My panties grow instantly wet as he presses against the sensitive flesh between my legs while unzipping my skirt, loosening it so it falls in a pool around my ankles.