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Later that evening, he was at his desk catching up on some paperwork when his phone buzzed with an incoming text. He picked it up and looked at the screen, smiling when he saw that the message was from Lexi.
My mom has the day off tomorrow, so she offered to stay over and watch Jr tonight.
Quentin lifted a brow and texted back: Yeah?
Yeah. Got any late appointments?
He leaned back in his chair as he typed: Not today.
Good. I have plans for you.
A slow grin curved his mouth. Sounds intriguing…
Meet me at the Hilton in half an hour.
Heat curled through his groin. The one on Spring?
No, the new one. Neither of us has ever been there before with other people, she added pointedly.
A sheepish flush crawled up his neck, making him chuckle before he typed: Good choice. See you there.
As he powered off his computer and rose from his chair, the phone beeped again.
One more thing. Take off your ring before you come inside.
If his dick hadn’t been hard before, that would have done the trick. Because he knew Lexi’s directive could only mean one thing: he was in for a smokin’ hot night of role-playing.
Coming, he wrote back.
Not yet, his naughty wife responded. But you will be soon….
Holy shit!
Quentin bit his fist, then grabbed his suit jacket and briefcase and made a beeline for the door. His secretary glanced up, startled, as he sailed past her desk.
“Enjoy your night, Mr. Reddick.”
“Oh, I will.” His grin was wicked. “Best believe I will.”
10
She was sitting inside the swanky hotel bar when he arrived.
Lifting her eyes to the long mirror that backed the length of the counter, she watched him step through the doorway and look straight toward the bar. When their eyes met, a delicious thrill of excitement ran through her, fluttering her stomach and quickening her pulse.
The corners of his mouth curved with the beginnings of a sexy smile.
He was wearing one of his impeccably tailored suits, this one in dark navy. He’d ditched his tie and loosened the top three buttons of his white shirt. Even clothed in bespoke Armani, he still managed to exude a rakish aura that bordered on uncivilized.
Lexi brought her glass to her mouth and sipped her club soda, watching as he came toward her with that lazy, rolling swagger. The swagger that turned female heads, that caused women to lick their lips and imagine the serious heat he was packing between those long, powerful legs.
Even after all these years, just watching Quentin Reddick walk into a room turned Lexi on. By the time he reached her, she was more than ready to jump his scrumptious bones.
It was all she could do not to look at him as he slid onto the empty stool next to her. He was so close she could feel the heat and testosterone radiating from his body, smell his unique male scent beneath the lingering trace of his cologne. The intoxicating combination sent goose bumps racing across her skin and made her nipples harden against the lace cups of her corset.
Quentin had barely sat down before a tall, leggy bombshell appeared out of nowhere and boldly rested a manicured hand on his shoulder. When he turned his head and slid a lazy glance at her, she purred flirtatiously, “Hello, handsome. Want some company?”
Seriously? Lexi thought. Couldn’t she enjoy some sexy role-playing with her husband without some thirsty heffa trying to cockblock?
Biting back an exasperated sigh, Lexi smiled ever so sweetly at the woman and cooed, “Sorry, boo. He’s taken.”
“Am I?” Quentin challenged softly, his eyes glinting with that irrepressible mischief she knew so well. He deliberately glanced down at her bare hand and his own, then cocked a single brow at her. “I don’t see any rings.”
So he wants to play me, huh?
Lexi swiveled on the stool and provocatively crossed her legs, watching Quentin’s gaze follow the hem of her skirt as it rose up her thigh to reveal sheer black stockings held up by a black lace garter belt.
As his eyes darkened with hungry appreciation, he slid his tongue along his lush bottom lip, making it glisten.
“She’s right,” he drawled, barely sparing a glance at his hovering admirer. “I’m taken.”
The rejected woman shot a dirty look at Lexi before tossing back her hair and strutting off in a huff.
With a satisfied smile, Lexi returned her attention to Quentin. He was still staring at her, his gaze slowly meandering over her body. She was wearing a fitted white trench over a corset trimmed in black lace, her full breasts swelling over the top. Beneath her black leather miniskirt, she wore an edible lace thong.
When the bartender came over to take Quentin’s order, Lexi said smoothly, “He’ll have a Jameson neat.”
The bartender nodded, shooting an envious grin at Quentin before he poured his drink and served him.
Quentin picked up the glass, his eyes returning to settle on Lexi’s face. “How’d you know whiskey was my poison?”
She smiled, giving him a slow once-over. “You look like a man who can handle a good, strong Irish whiskey.”
A roguish glint sparked in his eyes. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Oh, it was,” she purred.
He lifted his drink to hers. “Salud.”
They clinked glasses and sipped, watching each other. As if they were truly meeting for the first time, Lexi felt herself getting lost in the mesmerizing depths of Quentin’s hazel eyes.
“What’s your name, darlin’?”
“Alexis.” She didn’t bother with an alias. The fantasy—the illusion of being strangers—was enough.
“Alexis,” Quentin murmured. “That’s a beautiful name.”
“Thank you.” She ran a fingertip around the rim of her glass, then touched it to her lips as he watched her. His focused attention was magnetic, addictive. A thrilling aphrodisiac.
“I’m Quentin.”
She pretended to consider him for a moment. “You look like a Quentin.”
His eyes gleamed. “And what does a Quentin look like?”
She smiled. “You.”
His answering smile was as slow and heated as a summer sunset.
“Got a last name?”
“Reddick.”
“Good name. Very strong and masculine. Red…dick.”
The suggestive innuendo made his eyes glint with wicked amusement. When he turned on his stool, his legs were so long their knees brushed. The simple contact sent a rush of heat pulsing through her veins. She shifted on her seat, achingly aware of her tingling clit rubbing against the wispy thong.
Quentin leaned close to her, his increased proximity quickening her breath and making her nipples sting.
“You smell good,” he murmured.
“Mmm. I taste even better.”
His eyes darkened swiftly with lust. “I bet you do.”
“How much?”
“How much what?”
Leaning toward him, she ran a manicured fingertip from his knee up to his thigh, feeling his muscles clench beneath the fine Italian wool. “How much would you bet that I taste good?” she purred.
He stared down at her hand for a long moment, then slowly lifted his lashes and met her gaze. The wolfish smile that curved his mouth made cream thicken between her thighs.
Without taking his eyes off her, he lifted his glass to his mouth and drank his whiskey.
She bit her bottom lip, watching him. With his wicked good looks and raw sex appeal, Quentin was the kind of guy who caused a girl to go home and masturbate like hell after seeing him just once. Fortunately for her, she didn’t have to settle for getting herself off while fantasizing about his fine ass. He was her man, so she could have him anywhere or anytime she wanted.
She wanted him now. Badly.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before,” he drawled, the velvety rasp of his deep voice raising goos
e bumps on her arms.
She smiled intimately. “And you never will. I’m one of a kind.”
His eyes roamed over every inch of her body. “No doubt.”
Staying in character, she leaned close to whisper seductively in his ear, “Thought you might like to know that I’m wearing an edible thong. But you’ve got me so hot and bothered right now, the panties are about to melt right…between…my…thighs.”
Quentin shuddered and swore roughly.
She smiled, her tongue rimming his ear. “If you’re as turned on as I am, I’ve got a suite on the top—”
He set his glass down on the counter with a sharp clink and stood.
Before Lexi could react, he put his big hands around her waist and plucked her right off the stool.
She laughed, a surge of heated excitement racing through her body as he carried her through a maze of tables and out to the elegant lobby.
When the elevator came, he swept her inside and gently set her down. The doors had barely closed before he backed her against the wall and took her mouth with sizzling urgency. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing closer to him. She was only five two, but tonight she wore five-inch fuck-me heels that brought her to the middle of his chest.
He framed her face between his hands to better control the kiss, angling his head to lock them mouth to mouth. He kissed her as if he couldn’t get enough of her, as if he wanted to absorb her into his very skin. She clung tightly to him, her senses reeling as he stroked her parted lips and sucked on her tongue. She was wet, his kiss was wetter, and within seconds, her inner thighs were drenched.
By the time the elevator reached the top floor, she was breathless and aching to be fucked.
Taking his hand, she led him down the hallway to the suite she’d booked for the night. At the door, he took the key card from her and inserted it into the lock. When the light turned green, he opened the door, then bent to recapture her mouth as he backed her slowly through the entrance.
Breaking their kiss, she turned and sashayed backward across the luxurious suite, provocatively untying the belt of her trench coat. Quentin followed her, peeling off his suit jacket and carelessly tossing it over a chair. His piercing eyes stared at her with an intensity that had her sex throbbing almost painfully.
When her trench coat fell open, he sucked in a ragged breath. His scorching gaze devoured her curves in the sexy corset, leather miniskirt and black lace garters.
“You like?” she purred.
He licked his lips. “Hell, yeah.”
“Mmm.” Her eyes lowered to the humongous bulge between his legs. “I can tell.”
He gave her a smoldering look as she turned away and seductively sauntered toward the wall of windows. The moon was full and glowing. In the silvered darkness, she felt sultry and mysterious…primal.
Within seconds Quentin had reached her, trapping her against the cool window with the weight of his big body pressed to hers. Her breath quickened as he lifted her arms above her head and flattened her palms against the glass, sensually lacing his fingers through hers. She moaned, aroused by his scorching heat and the insistent throbbing of his erection against her buttocks.
The bright lights of the city stretched out below them. She could see their reflections in the glass, and the sight of them together turned her on even more.
She watched through half-closed eyes as Quentin kissed his way up the curve of her neck, licking the sensitive spot beneath her ear. When she shivered, he gave a husky laugh that curled lusciously between her thighs. She leaned her forehead on the window as he slowly rocked his hips, grinding his hard cock against her ass. She whimpered and moaned, her breath steaming up the glass. Her pussy ached to be filled.
She swayed on her feet as he slowly turned her around. Staring into her eyes, he slanted his lips over hers. She shivered as his tongue stroked the inside of her mouth and then retreated to trace her lips before sliding between them again, tasting her over and over.
She sighed when he pulled away. Lowering his head, he planted a kiss between her breasts, then started to unlace her corset. The way he was eating her with his eyes made her feel like the hottest, most beautiful woman that ever lived.
Together they watched as he deftly unfastened her corset, lace by lace, until the garment fell away with a whisper of fabric. Then he cupped her aching breasts in his palms, his thumbs stroking her hard nipples until she moaned with pleasure.
She stared down at him as he unzipped her leather skirt and knelt to ease it over her round hips and down her legs.
“Step out of it.” His voice was a silky command.
She stepped away from the skirt and pushed it aside with her foot. There was something deliciously voyeuristic about being undressed in front of a window, forty stories above the glittering city. If anyone on the street happened to look all the way up, she knew her trench coat would at least conceal her nudity.
Kneeling before her, Quentin ran his hands up her calves and the backs of her knees, then up her thighs and over the flare of her hips. The rough heat of his palms created friction between the silk stockings and her hypersensitized skin, causing her to moan.
Her pussy grew even wetter as his hands returned to knead her thighs before sliding upward to clasp the swell of her ass. His eyes burned over her, blazing with lust.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, caressing her buttocks. “So fucking perfect.”
She groaned, unbearably aroused by his words and his touch. She watched as he kissed her stomach, slowly dragging his moist lips and tongue upward. Her skin felt hot and flushed, burning from the inside out. She arched back against the window as he kissed his way up to the undersides of her breasts. She gasped as his lips closed over her nipple, pulling at it with the hot suction of his mouth.
“Quentin,” she moaned, her fingers curling tightly in his hair.
He slowly kissed his way back down her trembling body. Reaching the wispy triangle of her edible thong, he breathed deep and rumbled appreciatively, “Mmm. Cherry.”
“Your favorite?”
“How’d you know?” Bending down, he pressed his mouth against her warm mound, tonguing her through the panties.
She gasped, her hips arching into the intimate kiss.
He slowly licked at her crotch, the heat of his tongue disintegrating the panties until all that remained was the string waistband.
“Delicious,” he purred, licking his lips. “But I want all that honey at the center.”
Lexi groaned as he tugged off the dangling scrap of material with his teeth. Then he hooked her right leg over his shoulder, bent down and gave her pussy one long, electrifying lick that had her head lolling back against the window.
“Oh, Mr. Reddick,” she breathed, closing her eyes. “What a long tongue you have.”
A low, wicked laugh rumbled up from his chest. “The better to eat you with, my dear.”
“Ohhh,” she moaned, her hips bucking off the window as he pressed his tongue deep inside her slit. “Oh, shit, baby…”
He sucked delicately at her engorged clit, tugging it from between her folds. Then he licked it until she was gasping and writhing against his mouth, her thighs trembling violently. All the while his long fingers circled her opening, then slid inside her and withdrew in slow, erotic strokes that drove her absolutely insane.
Removing his fingers, he kissed and sucked her pussy lips, holding her hips in an iron grip while his tongue moved in and out of her. He fucked her with his mouth until she screamed, exploding in a creamy rush that made him groan with satisfaction.
“Look at all this sweet, melting candy. Got damn.” He lapped up her juices until she couldn’t take any more. When she went boneless and collapsed over him, he lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the sumptuous bed.
He set her down on her knees and tore off her trench coat, leaving her stockings, garters and stilettos on.
“I wanna fuck you in those,” he told her.
/> Oh my!
Biting her fist, she watched as he reared back to tear off his broadcloth shirt, thick muscles bunching and flexing. Mouth watering, she scooted forward and eagerly reached for his belt buckle. “You’re taking too long, papi.”
He laughed, dark and sexy.
Together they shoved his pants and briefs down to the center of his muscled thighs. His massive cock sprang free, bobbing just inches from her face. Her heart sped up at the sight of it. Thick, engorged, with a heavy vein running the curved length of it. It was utterly masculine, so hard and long it tapped his stomach.
Sitting on her knees before Quentin, Lexi wrapped her fingers around his velvety girth and stroked him from base to crown. He groaned, lubricating her palm with the silky precum that dripped from the broad head. As she pumped him slowly, he rocked his hips back and forth, fucking her fist.
She loved the look on his face, the way his eyes closed and he bit down hard on his bottom lip, letting her know that the pleasure she was giving him was the ultimate.
She leaned down and brushed her tongue over the glistening tip of his cock. His hips jerked and his breath hissed out between his teeth as he released another burst of precum.
She moaned with satisfaction, his earthy male flavor filling her senses like an aphrodisiac.
As he shoved his hand into her hair, she wrapped her mouth around his wide, plush cockhead and cradled his heavy balls. He growled deep and low, the sexy sound reverberating through her and making her pussy even slicker.
She flattened her tongue against his crown, then swirled around the crest before clamping down on his dick and sucking him deep into her mouth.
He made the hottest sound of agony as his erection swelled even more, stretching her mouth with its girth.
She hummed in her throat, the vibration shooting straight through his cock and making him snarl, “Fuck!”
He gripped a fistful of her hair, pulling her head up to meet his glittering gaze. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna come so fucking hard in your mouth you’ll choke.”
“Oh my,” she breathed, the savage threat making her clit throb. “It’s like that?”
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