“Now, where were we?” Jonathan cocked a brow.
I put a finger to my lips. “I think about here.”
Jonathan put his hands on the wall on either side of my head, encasing me in as he leaned down to my mouth. I raised my face to him, lips slightly parted in anticipation. It felt like an eternity waiting for his lips to touch mine. But when they did, I thought it was well worth the wait.
His lips were soft and gentle as they moved over mine, as if he were just testing the waters. Sampling the merchandise. I moaned into him, encouraging him to make the purchase. I was definitely for sale.
I fisted my hands in his shirt. I desperately wanted to rip apart the cute little bone buttons, slide my hands under the pristine white fabric and caress the flesh underneath. Instead, I pulled him closer and deepened the kiss.
Plunging my tongue between his lips, I tasted his flavor. Scotch, musk, and a hint of mint. Tastes I would not soon forget as I nipped at his lower lip. He returned my fervor with his own darting tongue. He licked at my top lip then dipped into my open mouth, groaning into me.
“Let’s go to my room.” He growled.
“Too far.” I pressed kisses to his chin and neck as I searched the hall. I spotted an exit sign just three doors down. Perfect.
I took hold of his shirt and dragged him over to the door, still kissing his face as we stumbled forward. As we neared the door, Jonathan looked bewildered.
“The stairwell?”
I nuzzled into his neck, licking just under his chin. “Yeah. How often do people use the stairs?” I pushed back against the door and dragged him through.
The clanging door echoed through the empty stairwell as it shut behind us. I backed up into the railing as we continued to kiss. My insides began to melt and I could feel them dampening my panties. Oh damn. I was in deep trouble.
Jonathan wrapped his hand around my neck and deepened the kiss. He kissed me passionately, feverishly, as if he couldn’t taste enough of me. His other hand went to my hair and pulled out the clip that gathered it loosely on top. It fanned down around me like flames. He buried his hand in it, pulling me even deeper into his mouth.
I lost my control—not that I had much to begin with—and tore at his shirt. Buttons popped and flew down the stairs, making small pinging noises as they rolled down step after step.
I pulled the shirttails out of his pants, until he was standing with his shirt hanging in two, revealing hard and smooth planes of male flesh. I sighed as I rubbed my hands over his muscular pecs. As I frantically caressed his skin, I flicked my thumbs over his nipples, causing him to groan low in his throat.
“My turn.” Growling, he pressed his lips to my neck.
As soon as he said it, his hands were on my breasts. He pulled the plunging neckline apart, exposing my naked globes. I fit perfectly into his eager hands. I yelped as missiles of pleasure shot through my body. It was like Fourth of July fireworks in my body. The finale was building deep within my sex. I could feel the sizzle of a fuse already starting to burn.
Jonathan groaned as he squeezed and molded my breasts. He flicked his thumbs over my nipples repeatedly. I pushed out my chest to give him better access. I hungered for his mouth on my flesh. I wanted him to lick and suck on my breasts until I begged him to stop.
He seemed to read my mind, as he picked me up and set me on the corner of the railing so he could reach my breasts. My eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy as he lathed his tongue over my tight buds. Heated darts fired through my body as he suckled on one nipple then the other, giving them both their fair share of attention. I could barely contain my hunger for him. I wanted to feast on him. Savor every inch of him.
My hands moved over his hard stomach to the button on his trousers. With a flick of my thumb, the button flipped open, and I slowly unzipped his fly. His rock hard erection pressed against my fingers, begging for escape. I slid my hand into the open fly and stroked him through the thin cotton fabric of his boxers. He was hot and heavy in my hand.
Jonathan moaned. “I want you so hard.”
I slid off the railing and pushed him back against the cement wall. I went to my knees and pulled his pants down to his shins. His cock sprang forward, pushing against the thin white cotton of his boxer shorts. I gripped the band of his shorts and slowly pulled them down over his erection. I moaned low in my throat when he was revealed. The man was gorgeous. Even his cock was perfect. I marveled at the long length of him and the delicious peach color on the tip that I very much wanted to lick.
I glanced up at him as I gripped his shaft in my hand. His eyes fluttered closed and he leaned his head back against the wall. I could see the conflicted emotions on his face. Pleasure and panic. He feared getting caught. I could see and feel it vibrate through his body. Grinning, I wondered if he knew that that was the whole point.
“Scared of someone seeing us?” I asked as I flicked my tongue across the head of his cock.
“Yes,” he groaned through clenched teeth.
“Good.” I smiled up at him then took him into my mouth.
He was hot and pulsing against my tongue as I slid the thick length of him in and out. I flicked my tongue over the peak as I moved over his cock, catching the flavor of him on the tip. I swallowed it down, enjoying the salty tang. I’d always enjoyed going down on a man, but with Jonathan, it was more. I wanted to see him succumb to his pleasure, wanted to be the one that dared to push him over the edge.
He unclenched his hands and hesitantly touched my head, as if he was unsure of what to do. I reveled in his uncertainty. I had the upper hand, literally, and it felt powerful to give as much pleasure as he could handle. I wanted to shake his foundations and bring him toppling down from the safety of his pedestal.
I moved my hand down his shaft and gripped him tightly at the base, as I moved my mouth over him faster. He fisted his hands in my hair as I increased my tempo. Pants of passion escaped his lips. The sounds spurred my on even more. I moved my other hand from where I had held one steel buttock down to his scrotum. His balls were up and tight, ready to explode. I moved my hand, gently cupping them and squeezing.
He mumbled some words that I didn’t understand. It was a different language, then he groaned as he pushed my head down, keeping me there with his cock in my mouth.I could feel the surge as he came. My mouth filled, and I swallowed it down without hesitation. I could feel his legs quivering. I slid my hand around to his ass again and held him still while his orgasm toppled him over the edge.
Soon, his spasms quieted, and his cock went soft in my mouth. I slid him out slowly and glanced up at his face. Sweat had popped out on his forehead, but he was gaping down at me.
“Good, God, woman. Where did you learn to do that?”
“Porn.”
He laughed and shook his head. I stood up and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. He leaned down to kiss me.
“Oops, hold that thought.” Bending down, I picked up my clutch purse and opened it, grabbing for a small canister of mint breath freshener. I squirted some in my mouth and in his for good measure. After plopping it back into my purse, I tossed it on ground.
“I’m always prepared.”
He leaned down to my mouth. “Now it’s my turn to eat you.”
The way he growled it made my belly tighten. Like he meant that in all kinds of ways. And I swore I saw a flash of fang again. Maybe he just had long canines.
Before he got a chance to eat me though, a door opened a few floors above us. It shut with a clamor that echoed down to us.
Jonathan pushed me back and began to pull up his shorts and pants. I giggled while he struggled with them.
“It’s not funny, Yvette.”
“No, Jonathan, it is, really.”
He quickly did up the buttons on his shirt. He only had three left, so he made do by tucking it back into his trousers. I couldn’t help but laugh. He looked so adorable frantically trying to cover his impropriety.
He looked up at me when I laughed. Something
dark flashed across his face. And I swore his eyes changed color. From blue to black and back again. His lips twisted into a nasty sneer, those tips of sharp teeth glistening between full lips.
But as soon as it was there, it was gone, and his face was back to normal. Gorgeous, but hard and unreadable. I must’ve imagined the whole thing.
“I have a reputation to uphold, woman. I can’t be seen as a depraved idiot having sex wherever he pleases.”
“Oh, and I can?”
“I didn’t say that.” He quickly looked down at himself to make sure everything was in its place. “But let’s face it. You’re not exactly hiding your sexuality now, are you?”
I pursed my lips together and pulled the neckline of my dress back over my breasts. “You’re right. I don’t hide my sexuality. And you shouldn’t either. You know it’s all right to have feelings for someone, you know. It’s all right to want to display them. No one’s going to judge you for being human.”
His eyes flashed harshly. “You have no idea how ironic that statement is.”
I picked up my purse and glared at him. “You’re kind of an asshole, you know that?” I marched to the door and yanked it open just as a young bellhop came cautiously down the stairs. There was no question by the look on his face that he heard everything we had said.
I glanced back at Jonathan, quirked my eyebrow and went through the door. I hurried down the hallway to my room before the tears could fall. I would be damned before he saw me cry. I opened my door and slammed it shut behind me, leaning on it for support. Hot angry tears welled from my eyes and fell in big fat drops onto my bare skin. I squeezed my eyes shut against them, but they still leaked through.
A soft knock came at my door. I flinched but didn’t move.
“Yvette?”
I could feel him behind the door. Feel his heat. Smell his scent. I could see the shadow that his shoes made underneath the door, but I wouldn’t open it to him. I had already done that and he had slighted me, again.
“I’ll knock all night. I’ll wake up the neighbors.”
“No, you won’t,” I whispered under my breath, knowing him well enough to guess that he wouldn’t stay much longer. Jonathan wasn’t one for scenes.
I heard him sigh, and then move away from the door. I strained and listened as I heard his quiet footsteps move toward the elevators. I stayed at the door until I could hear the elevators open and close behind him.
It had the sound of finality to it and I wondered if that would be the last I saw of Jonathan Devane.
Chapter Nine
It was ten in the morning and I was ducked down again behind the azalea bush spying on David. What I was really doing was waiting for Jonathan to come down. But once more his assistant was out and about and he was nowhere to be found. It was curious.
“Yvette? Honey, what are doing hiding down there?”
I sighed and turned around as Lady Gwen, dressed remarkably in red sequins and pink satin, came strutting toward me from across the lobby. I brushed at my little skirt and pretended that I wasn’t hiding behind a bush spying on people.
“I wasn’t hiding. I was merely checking on the poor plant I practically destroyed yesterday.”
Gwen glanced at it, his dark penciled brow arched in question. “Looks fine to me, sugar.”
“Well, it is now.” I patted it like a newborn’s bottom.
“The bus is here. Let’s go.”
I frowned. “I’m going to skip the morning, I think.”
That penciled eyebrow lifted again. “Why?”
“Oh I have some errands I have to do.”
“Uhuh. Okay, sugar. I’ll see you later.”
Gwen sashayed across the lobby to the waiting bus. I watched as David watched him. He stared an awfully long time at Gwen’s ass, which I found both amusing and interesting. Then his gaze turned and settled on me. The aversion to me was evident in the way he sneered and scrunched up his little pug nose.
Putting a smile on my face, I walked toward him. “Morning.”
“If you’re waiting for Jonathan you might as well give it up.”
“Oh I don’t know, I have a ton of patience…for some people.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Stay away from him. You’re not his type.”
“And what type would that be?”
“Classy, cultured, elegant, refined, tasteful. Things you are not.”
I put my hand to my chest, and gasped, when really I wanted to punch the little weasel in his nose. “I’m shocked, David. You really don’t like me, do you?”
“No, I really don’t.”
“Is it because I think you’re a condescending little prick in need of a smackdown?” and with that I walked away. I heard a couple of titters from some of the hotel staff as I moved on by. It gave me a little bit of smug satisfaction to hear them. It didn’t completely mask the hurt of his condemnation but I was soothed enough to smile.
Since Jonathan was obviously not coming down, I was going to him. If I could find him, that was. I had no idea what room he was in. in one of the suites obviously. But which one? Maybe there was a bellhop or maid I could bribe for information.
About an hour later, I was standing in front of the door to one of three royal suites. I should’ve known Jonathan would’ve paid for a private room like this. He could’ve rented out the entire top floor if he’d chosen to.
I was surprised his usual security detail wasn’t stationed at the door. It was probably because one had to have special elevator access to get to this floor. Lucky for me, I was very persuasive and doling out a hundred bucks to an unhappy bellhop didn’t hurt either.
I decided to take the direct approach and knock. After a thorough pounding, no one answered the door. Obviously Jonathan wasn’t in. He’d escaped the hotel without me knowing it. I wondered if David’s appearance had been just a distraction. What was so secret that Jonathan needed to sneak about? I, naturally, had to find out. Which was why I paid an extra hundred dollars for a generic room key. The bellhop was really disgruntled.
After making sure no one was around, I slid the key into the lock. The little green light came on, and I turned the door handle and went in. Then I stood in the foyer of the suite and gawked like an idiot.
It was bigger than my apartment; actually it was bigger than the house I grew up in. I walked into the main parlor, which had a huge fireplace and all leather furniture in a rich burgundy color. Up three steps was what looked like a library, and then the dining room. To the side was a winding staircase that I imagined took a person up to the bedroom and bathroom.
I decided to check out that theory and took the stairs two at a time in a rush to get upstairs. The bedroom was huge, complete with a king-sized canopied bed. It was all so Victorian or something of the like. I sat on the bed and bounced a little. It was quite comfy. I imagined it would be a firm yet cozy tableau for sex.
I ran my hands over the soft blanket. Images of Jonathan’s fierce face sprang into my mind. His eyes beckoning me. Seducing me. Claiming me. I closed my eyes and opened them again. It was awfully warm in the room all of a sudden.
When I stood and looked around, a shiver rushed down my back. I could’ve sworn someone was looking at me, as if someone was in the room watching. I swung around again, peering into corners. But I was alone. There wasn’t some random person hiding in the shadows waiting to jump out at me. Although that was exactly how I felt.
Shaking off the unsettling sensation I searched the room for anything to indicate what Jonathan was up to and where he’d gone. I opened up the double doors on the closet in search of his luggage. Maybe he left his briefcase behind. I ran my fingers over the clothes hanging up. And yes, I did take hold of a sleeve of his shirt and press it to my nose. I fully admitted that the man made me weak in the knees.
After moving some of his clothes, I spied a long hard plastic container in the back of the closet. It looked like something someone would transport skis in or a surf board considering the width of it. This
I found odd as it was not winter, nor was there an ocean around for many miles.
I pressed my hand against it, then snatched it back. It was really warm to the touch and not cold. Before I could contemplate that further, I heard the door open downstairs. God, I hoped it wasn’t Jonathan returning. I sprang into the closet and pulled the doors closed hoping for the best.
Holding my breath, I pressed as far back into the corner of the closet as I could go, right up next to the plastic case. Now that I was next to it, I realized it was at least six feet long. What the hell did Jonathan have inside it? Maybe it was like a portable safe. Maybe he kept all of his secrets inside it.
It wasn’t Jonathan or David who had entered. It was the cleaning crew. I could see flashes of white uniforms through the slats in the closet door. I let out the breath I was holding and sagged against the plastic case.
While I waited as the maids cleaned and tidied the already immaculate room, I ran my hand over the smooth case. I couldn’t help myself. It warmed even more under my stroking to the point that the air seemed to be heating up as well. Sweat rolled down my back. It was starting to get uncomfortable.
But despite that I couldn’t stop touching the case. I thought about Jonathan as I ran my hand up and down, up and down. His face, his eyes, his full set of luscious lips. I nearly gasped aloud when I thought of that mouth on me, doing delightful things to my lady parts.
More images flashed in my mind. Dirty, delicious images that made my insides throb. They kept coming. Faster and harder, every one more decadent and erotic than the last.
Jonathan on his knees in front of me, licking his way over my thighs to my sex which was already on high alert. Even now, an ache so demanding thumped between my legs. My panties were soaked right through.
I couldn’t believe I was shut in a closet fantasizing about Jonathan. If I wasn’t careful I would drop trou and diddle myself silly until I came like a wailing banshee. I bet the cleaning crew would love that, finding some odd woman masturbating in the closet. And I was pretty certain I would be kicked out of the hotel and if David found out, he’d probably press charges on me.
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