The room to the suite shut behind them, halfway through their valet’s explanation, and Deacon grabbed Avery by the hips, his desperate desire clear in his eyes. She had no complaints. She wanted him just as badly. If she was honest, she’d been wet since sushi. She dug her fingers into his silky hair and pulled him into another passionate kiss.
Deacon picked her up, pulling her onto his hips as he carried her to the ceiling windows, kissing her the whole time. When her back hit the cool glass, Avery gasped in surprise. Deacon smiled and, balancing her against the window, pulled her summer dress up and over her head, tossing it behind them. Avery hummed happily, arching her back so that her breasts rose to meet Deacon’s descending mouth.
He covered her with kisses, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin of her neck and breasts. With one hand, he reached back and undid her bra, flinging it in the same direction as her dress. With a greedy smile, he began to massage her small, pert breasts, drawing first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, sucking long and hard, swirling his tongue around the sensitive buds.
Avery moaned, pressing her shoulders back against the window, the dual sensations of the cold glass and Deacon’s warm mouth sending shivers down her spine. She wanted him to go lower, but also never stop what he was doing. It felt so divine.
With a sudden movement, Deacon lifted her off his hips and onto his shoulders, bringing her pussy in line with his mouth. Avery squealed with surprise and then with pleasure as his warm lips closed around her wet folds. His clever tongue worked its way along her slick skin, sending waves of raw pleasure coursing through her as he sucked and nibbled and licked. Avery groaned, gasping his name as her fingers dug into his hair.
As Deacon worked her pussy, he reached down with one hand and undid his belt, shoving his pants off him and freeing his throbbing hard-on. Gently massaging his eager shaft, he kept pleasuring Avery, taking her clit between his lips and rolling it gently back and forth, making her gasp and scream. Wide-eyed, she bit her lip to keep from making too much noise.
Deacon chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about making noise up here, Avery. No one can hear us. Go wild.”
She glanced down at him, a smile beginning to grow.
“In fact,” he said, smiling back, “I’d prefer it if you did.”
Avery giggled. “Well then keep doing what you’re doing and I will.”
Deacon smiled and dipped his head to continue his work, gently massaging her clit with his tongue as he kept sucking it. Avery’s thighs tightened around him as she moaned long and loud. The pressure was building in her clit and any minute she knew it would overcome her. Deacon sucked harder, letting go of his cock to grab her ass with both hands.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she swore as his fingers dug into her flesh and tipped her over the edge. Her orgasm pulsed through her and she strained, caught between Deacon and the window. “Oh God,” she screamed as his tongue kept flicking along her, intensifying her orgasm. She flung out one arm, bracing herself against the cool surface of the glass. Her climax was so hard she couldn’t control herself and she arched her back, bucking against Deacon’s mouth as her juices ran down his chin.
Finally, slowly, her body calmed and, gasping, Avery came back to her senses. “Oh my God,” she gasped, chest heaving. “That felt incredible.”
Deacon pulled back from her pussy, wiping his mouth with his hand. “And that’s just the first course,” he said with a smile.
Avery giggled. “I can’t wait.” Glancing down, she saw his erection bobbing against the cold glass and her breath caught in her throat. “Holy shit,” she whispered. “You’re huge. Do you really think you’ll…God, it’s a good thing I’m wet.”
Deacon laughed and picked her up again, setting her back down on the floor. Her legs trembled as she put her weight on them, still weak in the aftermath of her orgasm. “I guess there’s only one way to find out,” he said with a smile.
Avery glanced up at his grinning face and felt her own smile grow. “I guess so,” she said. Turning around, she bent forward, pressing her hands to the glass and looking out at New York at night – all while presenting Deacon with a perfect view of her glistening pussy and cute bum. She inched backward and down until the smooth skin of her ass brushed his hardened dick. Deacon groaned.
Grabbing her by the hips, Deacon spread the cheeks of her ass, stroking her silky folds with his fingers, feeling the remains of the juices he’d been licking off her only moments ago.
“Don’t make me wait,” Avery pouted, looking back at him over her shoulder.
“Sorry,” he grinned. He spread her ass open even further and brought her pussy down hard onto his waiting shaft.
Avery groaned, her fingers seeking purchase on the slick windows. “Oh fu-uck,” she swore, panting as she felt herself stretch around his long, thick cock. “Oh, Christ.”
Deacon moaned incoherently, unable to believe she could take his entire length. Gently, he drew out a little, letting her adjust, but the sight of his cock coated in her juices made him want to come there and then and he had to look away.
“I’m okay,” Avery panted. “It feels incredible.”
“Tell me about it,” he replied, gripping her hard by hips as he sunk himself into her once more. Goaded on by her enthusiastic moan, he began to pump long and hard, burying his entire length in her with every stroke.
Avery pressed her forearms against the windows and let his thrusts fill her, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her as his cock stroked places no one had ever reached before. Soon her moans had become screams and she loved not having to worry about the neighbors. Flinging her head back, she screamed his name, swearing as he fucked her harder, his fingers digging into her ass.
Suddenly, Deacon reached forward, wrapping his hand in her hair and pulling her head back so that her body arched and his cock reached new depths, stroked new places, set new nerves on fire. Avery could feel tears well in her eyes from the ecstasy.
“Slap me,” she gasped and, without missing a beat, Deacon slapped her ass as it came down onto his frantic cock. Avery’s screams grew louder and she curled her fingers into fists, beating the window as Deacon slapped her again and again.
“Come for me,” he growled at her, letting go of her hair and taking her ass in both hands. “Come for me!” He slammed his cock into her, driving himself into her as deeply as he could.
Avery felt as though she was exploding into stars. Lights flashed before her eyes as her pussy clenched down around Deacon’s cock. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm as it shuddered through her and along Deacon’s buried shaft. Dimly, she heard him groan, his own orgasm arriving to meet hers. Her fingers scrabbled at the glass as she melted with pleasure.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she mewled as the last of her orgasm washed over her. “Oh my God, Deacon.”
Exhausted, they both slumped forward against the windows, their breath clouding the glass. “Yeah,” Deacon agreed faintly. “That was amazing.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Avery huffed. “That was…”
“Yeah,” Deacon agreed again.
They glanced at each other and giggled, knowing they sounded like idiots. Slowly, Deacon peeled himself off her and they drew apart.
“Shower?” Deacon asked with a smile, holding out his hand to her.
Avery smiled. “Yes, please.”
“You don’t mind if I join you, do you?” he asked, leading her towards the bathroom.
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” she replied, looping her arm through his.
“And then maybe we can give it another go?” he asked with a mischievous smile.
Avery raised her eyebrows. “I’m up for it if you are,” she teased, running a fingertip down his chest, admiring the muscles she hadn’t had a chance to appreciate earlier.
“I think I can promise you I will be,” he replied, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into a kiss.
Against her stomach,
Avery could already feel his cock twitching again. She grinned. “Well I am a lucky girl, aren’t I?” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting him pick her up, carrying her the rest of the way to the bathroom.
Chapter 4
Selena was waiting for Avery to arrive for the morning shift with her legs crossed and one foot jiggling impatiently. When Avery finally dragged herself through the front door, she sighed with relief. “Thank God!” said Selena, standing.
Avery frowned, looking down at her watch. “I’m right on time,” she pouted.
Selena gave the other woman a weary smile. “Of course you are, darling,” she purred. “But I’ve just had a horrendous shift. You wouldn’t believe some of the requests we’ve had tonight.”
Avery made a face. “Oh no, Selena. That sucks. Now I feel a bit like a jerk…I had some really good news to tell you.”
“Oh baby, don’t feel so. Tell me!” Selena leaned over the front desk, resting her chin on her hand. “Did you get laid?” she asked mischievously.
Avery blinked. “How did you know?”
“You look all sparkly and relaxed. Nobody looks that good at 7 am unless they’ve just been really properly fucked. You know it’s true, honey.”
Avery glanced around as if afraid someone in the empty lobby had overheard Selena say “fucked” but, of course, no one had. Her worries calmed, she smiled. “Well, you’re right, as always.”
Selena grinned. She loved to gossip. “Well? Who was it? Johnny the chef? He’s been after you for months.”
“What?” Avery asked. “He has not! And no, it wasn’t Johnny.” She leaned in until she and Selena were almost nose to nose. “It was Deacon Wolfe,” she whispered.
Selena was stunned. “Deacon Wolfe?” she hissed back. “Are you kidding?”
Avery shook her head. “And it was mind-blowing.”
Selena raised an eyebrow. “Well look at you go, Little Miss Goody Two Shoes. I’m impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
Avery blushed. “Me neither,” she admitted happily. “We just ran into each other in Central Park and he asked me to dinner and…well…oh my God, though, Selena. It was, like, literally the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Selena smiled tightly. “I’m glad to hear it, honey. Just make sure word doesn’t get out. I don’t want you getting into trouble right before your big promotion.”
Avery blushed again. “I might not get it. Nothing’s set in stone.”
Selena rolled her eyes mentally. Everyone knew Avery was getting the promotion. Their bosses had made some pretty clear insinuations. “Well, all the more reason to be careful then,” she said. “Anyway, sweetheart, I’ve gotta run. A girl needs her beauty sleep. You be good now.”
The other woman beamed. “Have a great day, Selena. When are we going for drinks?”
“Soon, baby. Soon. See you later!” Without waiting for Avery to reply, Selena swept up her coat and purse and sashayed out the front doors, inwardly fuming.
This was so typically Avery. She was such an idiot. She went around thinking she was so perfect and so much better than all the other lowly mortals crawling around New York, pretending to be so humble and above it all when actually she was just as greedy as everyone else.
Selena seethed as she walked. She couldn’t believe it. She just couldn’t believe that Deacon Wolfe, after having seen both of them, would choose to spend the night with Avery over her. Seriously, was the man blind? Avery was all skin and bone. She had nothing on Selena and everyone knew it, including Avery. It just wasn’t fair. Avery did nothing to keep up her looks. Sure, she ran and ate well, but that’s about as basic as you can get. Meanwhile, Selena slaved away with her daily beauty routines – and this was the thanks she got? Deacon Wolfe decided to sleep with someone who looked like a twelve-year-old tomboy? Avery didn’t even paint her nails, for Chrissake.
And then there was the promotion. Selena growled under her breath. Their bosses hadn’t been subtle in their hints about who would be moving up to manager in a few weeks, and they hadn’t been talking about Selena. Which was totally unfair. Selena had worked at Crosby Street for just as long as Avery had and was an excellent concierge. The guests loved her – especially the men (most of them, at any rate). But her bosses had always preferred Avery to her. It was probably because they were all women, Selena thought bitterly.
Selena had been willing to let the promotion go without a fight, but now with Deacon Wolfe in the mix, she was furious. It was time to take Avery down a notch or two. After all, God helped those who helped themselves, right?
Selena knew what she needed. She needed a plan. And to do that she needed a manicure. Hailing a taxi, she told it to drive until they found the nearest nail salon. Five minutes later, Selena was throwing herself into a padded manicurist’s chair. “Fix me,” she told the blonde at the station. “I’m having a horrendous day.”
“You wanna talk about it?” said the manicurist, taking Selena’s left hand in both of hers and removing the perfect nail polish that was already there.
“This bitch at work. I have to take her down. She’s stolen my promotion and now she’s after my man too!” Selena looked up at the ceiling. “I’ll start with the promotion. That won’t be too hard. A little clip of her going out with one of the guests outside of working hours in the right hands will lose her her job, never mind her promotion.”
“Mmhmm,” said the manicurist, not really listening. Women were always coming in here acting like she was some sort of cross between a life coach, a shrink, and their mother. She made minimum wage plus tips to paint nails. She didn’t give a shit about their problems. To her, it was all white noise. But she was very good at pretending to listen. That was what brought in the big tips.
“Exactly. But how to get her away from Deacon?” Selena frowned at the manicurist’s blond bangs.
“The scum is cheating on her,” the manicurist offered. It was her response to almost any relationship question her clients put to her. That, combined with “Oh, honey, just leave him. He doesn’t deserve you” worked for nearly all occasions.
Selena snapped the fingers of her free hand. “Oh my God, you’re a literal genius. That’s perfect. I’ll cozy up to her, say I heard it from one of the other girls that he was hitting on them, trying to get her to drinks with him. Or no, even better, I’ll say he was hitting on me. And of course, I turned him down, obviously. Because I’m her friend and I would never do that to her. It’s perfect. She’ll eat it right up, she’s such an idiot.”
“Sounds great,” said the manicurist, bending over Selena’s hand so that she wouldn’t see her roll her eyes.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Table of Contents
Bluff Like A Billionaire
Craving Them Both
Hello Trouble
A Chance Meeting
Billionaire For Christmas
HERE IS YOUR SPECIAL BONUS!!!
New Beginning
Game Of Seduction
Castaways
Rags To Riches
Billionaire Misbehaving
Pump It!
Falling For The Country Boys
Billionaire’s Confession
Billionaire In Disguise (Part 1)
Billionaire In Disguise (Part 2)
Indomitable
Playing With Fire
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