The elevator doors open. I’m swung inside and he presses me into the corner. Dalton’s pelvis is against mine as he kisses me, holding me in place. My only thought is that I totally want to have sex with him in this elevator.
One of his hands squeezes my breast as the other squeezes my ass. I lift one leg up, wrapping it around his thigh and he begins to grind into me. The elevator doors open and we hear a clearing of the throat.
We jump apart, Dalton flying to the other side of the elevator trying to act nonchalant. “Okay,” he says, walking forward and talking in a business tone. “We’re here.”
“Yes, Mr. Outlaw,” the hostess says with a huge flirty smile. The top button of her black blazer seems to have popped open revealing the very low cut vest she’s wearing underneath. “I hope you’ll join us again.”
He slips her money, and says, “Thank you for staying and working late.”
“My pleasure. Can I be of service to you?”
Whatever she means by that, that’s my cue and I take his arm, sliding mine around his as he replies. “No, that’s all. Thank you.”
After a kiss to my temple, he says, “I need to get you to bed.”
“I’m liking this idea a lot.”
We start walking toward the doors that leads to the cab line, but I stop him, pulling him just past the exit.
He looks at me, questioning. “What?”
I pin him against the wall and kiss him again. With my hands on his chest, I say, “I don’t care who sees us or what anyone thinks of me. I want you, Jack Dalton. I want all of you. The good. The bad. And the rock star. No holding back on me. Okay?”
A devilish grin appears. “Fuck you like a rock star?”
I lick my lips, as I stare up into his green eyes. “Exactly.”
“No more wasting time. I’m either getting a room here or we’re heading back to the hotel. Your choice.”
“Let’s go. I have a few dirty ideas planned for that cab ride back.”
His eyebrows go up. “Damn, woman,” he says, adjusting his erection. It’s impossible for him to hide. “We’ve gotta go now.”
We hurry outside the doors, rushing between the luggage of hotel guests coming and going, but when we see the cab line, it’s too long. Dalton stops and waves a bellhop over. “Any cars for hire?”
The bellhop’s eyes go wide as he stares at him, speechless.
Dalton smiles and says, “Hey man, any limos or sedans available?”
“Holy shit! You’re Johnny Outlaw.”
We look around as a few people glance our way. Fortunately, none stop.
“Yep. You want to take a pic or something?”
“No way! For real?”
“For real, but then get a car for us. Okay?”
“Yes, sir, right this way,” the bellhop says, checking me out and giving Dalton an approving smile.
Dalton snaps his fingers to get the guy’s attention. “Keep your eyes up here.”
I blush, finding his jealousy kind of attractive, but I’ll never admit to such a thing.
The bellhop signals a Town Car over and opens the back door wide. “He’ll take you wherever you need to go.”
I slip inside the car and Dalton slaps my ass. “Don’t get too cozy in there without me,” he warns.
The bellhop pulls his phone out and they take a picture together right before Dalton jumps in and shuts the door quickly. With his hand on my knee, he greets the driver. “Evening. The Palatial please.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The privacy glass goes up and I’m grabbed by the hips and pulled down. My T-shirt is pushed up and his mouth is on my stomach. While grinding against me, his sweet kisses turn feverish as the skin of my middle is covered. When he reaches my tattoo, he stops and lifts up. Looking at it, he smiles, and says, “I didn’t think I’d see this beauty again.” As my fingers run gingerly over the colorful design, he places one delicate kiss on it. “Have I ever told you how fucking sexy I find this tattoo?”
“You haven’t told me a lot of things, but we have time.”
With a wry grin, he pushes my shirt up even further while pulling the cup of my bra down, sucking in a nipple with the fast action. His pelvis starts moving again, his hardness pressing between my legs and I drop my head back, my mouth coming open. The car is hot inside, the windows steaming up.
I love the feel of his mouth taking me so passionately. He bites just enough to send sparks through my body. My hand flies to the window to anchor myself as he pushes his body harder against mine.
Moving to the other breast, he repeats the beautiful torture, my hand losing leverage as it slides across the wet window. The car comes to an abrupt stop and we slide off in a heated heap onto the floorboard. “Shit. Are you okay?” he asks as the car’s horn honks loudly.