

I pressed the button to my floor and it opened several seconds later. Silence crept between us but it wasnât an uncomfortable one. It was sort of⌠nice. After taking nearly decades to find the hotel key in my pockets, I stuffed it into the lock of the door and stumbled inside, laughing at my own idiocy.
She followed in behind me, and I flipped the light switch. A dim light illuminated above her head and she smiled. âWell⌠youâre here,â she breathed.
âI am,â I said.
âDo you⌠need anything?â
âNopeâŚâI paused. âWell maybe just for you to stay.â
She let out a girlish giggle. âMontana, you know I canât stay.â
âWhy not?â I asked, stepping in.
She dared a step as well, angling her head and locking eyes with me. Bringing her hand up, she ran it across my cheek and a faint smile appeared on her lips. âBecause it would be wrong of me to sleep with you.â
My dick pulsed. Her voice was smooth and seductive. It was sexy as hell with that accent. âWhy would it be wrong?â
âItâs a long story. Just know it would be.â
âDonât beat around the bush, Princess.â
She smirked. âIâm not. Maybe when youâre soberâŚâ
I laughed, throwing my head back. âI guess thatâs never then.â
âWell, then I guess weâll never have that experience, huh?â She was teasing the hell out of me. Her voice. Her body… so warm and close. Fuck.
What made it worse was how she turned around and walked away, swinging her plump ass in those tight blue jeans. âIâll see you tomorrow. Big show, right?â
âYes,â I whispered. I couldnât stop staring.
âGoodâŚâShe opened the door.
âWait,â I called before she could make it out.
She lifted both brows, glancing over her shoulder. âYeah?â
I walked towards her, licking my lips. âTell me your name. I need to know it.â
She lowered her head, biting a smile. âIf I tell you my name will you take it easy for the rest of the night?â
âI will⌠for you, Princess.â
She paused, batting her mascaraed eyelashes while running her eyes up and down the length of my body. Her smoky eyes then met mine, she stepped back, and a warm hand pressed against my chest. She stood on the toes of her high-heels and whispered, âLauren Harkin. Donât forget it,â she murmured. âBecause if you do, I wonât tell you my name again⌠youâll just have to suffer with not knowing the name of the woman that, in every way, intrigues you.â
My eyes stretched.
And she smirked.
And it was right there, in that moment, when she had me. It was in that moment when I realized I had to have her. I had to get her up under me. I had to dick her down at least once. She was begging for it, and my body wasnât denying it. I wanted her and I wanted her something serious.


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