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by Tielle St Clare


  The laughter and teasing shifted into a sexy tension that invaded the space between them. She glanced up and saw the waiter standing in the background, bouncing a bit on his toes.

  “We should probably go,” she said, nodding toward the antsy waiter. Cain glanced back and nodded. He stood up out of the booth and reached for her. For a moment, she forgot about the dress and placed her hand in his and allowed him to assist her to standing. Immediately the dress slipped, until she felt a quick brush of cool air across her breasts.

  She snatched her hand back and stepped forward, practically lunging to get out of range. The pull on the dress weakened when she got a few feet away. She tugged the edges of the bodice back up. It covered her nipples but she could still feel them and knew they were prominent through the material.

  “Heather?” Cain’s curiosity mixed with confusion in his voice.

  “Oh sorry. Tripped over the dress.”

  He nodded but she could tell he didn’t believe her. Who would?

  They walked out of the restaurant. She kept just out of reach, trying to stay with him but not too close.

  “I should—”

  “Could you—”

  Cain smiled and nodded for her to continue. She knew it was polite to tell him to go first but she was afraid he would say he needed to get back to work.

  They didn’t need to have sex—though the idea was more appealing with each passing moment—but she needed him so she could get out of this dress. If it fell off her one more time, she was going to let it stay off and she’d run to her room naked.

  She didn’t want to do that, so she’d just get Cain up to her room. Allowing her own desire to show through her eyes, she asked, “Would you walk me to my room?”

  Cain paused for a heartbeat or two, then nodded and followed her down the wide hallway to the elevators.

  It was only when the door opened that she realized the elevator was a small space, and based on the looks Cain had been giving her during dinner, he was going to want to snuggle up close. Bad idea in an elevator with cameras.

  Heather rushed on and moved into the corner. Cain followed a little slower, taking the same path she did. The bodice of the dress loosened and she knew she was only a step or two away from bare tits.

  “No! Wait!” She held up her hands to hold him off.

  He stopped but the way his eyebrows angled inward proved he wasn’t happy. “What?”

  “Uh, balance.” The doors closed but the elevator didn’t move.

  “Balance?”

  “Yes, we need to keep the elevator balanced, so you need to stay in that corner. And press seventeen.”

  He backed up, the irritation on his face turning to confusion and maybe a little fear. Great. He’d been thinking she was quirky. Now he thought she was nuts. Still, he leaned against the wall, hit the lighted button for seventeen and stared at her.

  “This good enough?”

  “Yes.” She offered a weak smile. “I have a fear of elevators.” There. That at least sounded like a common enough fear. Some of the tension in his muscles eased. He stared at her for the first few floors, the “she’s crazy” look in his eyes giving her little hope of getting laid.

  But after two hours of foreplay through dinner, she wasn’t letting him go without a fight. She raised the hem of her skirt and flicked her leg forward. His eyes dropped to the flirty movement. “Do I have lovely ankles?” she asked. She pulled the dress up past her knee.

  The smirk returned to Cain’s lips and he nodded. “And if you lift that dress much higher, we’re definitely going to unbalance this elevator.”

  She laughed and the doors opened. Heather raced out into the lobby, keeping her distance, but not getting too far away. She didn’t want to lose him.

  Heather led Cain down the hallway. She sighed with relief when she saw the door. She’d made it. Now came the moment of truth. Was she going to invite him inside? It would be relatively simple to let the dress fall off in the hallway. She could back into the room, embarrassed, apologizing for taking up his time.

  Or she could take him into the room with her and have wild, wicked sex. Her pussy clenched and liquid heat rushed down, drenching her already soaked panties. She knew which choice her body would make.

  She stopped at her door, working the cardkey in the lock and hearing the “slick” as the door opened.

  “Well, thanks for dinner.”

  He stayed back as if he wanted to give her space. It was polite and gave her an extra level of security. Nothing freaked her out more than a stranger cuddling behind her when she hadn’t asked him to.

  She stepped back into the hall. The door swung shut, locking them outside once again.

  The hall was empty. No witnesses. She boldly invaded his space. He didn’t back up. She wrapped her arm around the back of his neck and pulled him close. Her heels gave her just enough height to meet his lips without stretching on her toes.

  There wasn’t even a heartbeat of hesitation. His lips met hers in a hungry, take-everything kiss. Delicious sexual shivers ran through her whole body. She pressed closer, the tips of her breasts brushing against his cotton shirt.

  His hands slid down her back, rough strong fingers cupping her ass. She gasped and tilted her head back, meeting his gaze, those dark eyes glowing with desire. Cain smiled.

  “You’re naked.”

  “Almost. Told you there was something wrong with the zipper.”

  He nodded solemnly. “I like it. They should design all dresses like that.”

  She giggled and he lifted her up, freeing her completely from the dress. She almost cheered but he didn’t put her down. Instead he cupped her ass and pressed her against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned as he pushed her back against the door. His hips rocked forward, pulsing his erection against her pussy.

  “Damn, I can feel you through those sexy little panties,” he murmured against her neck. He scraped his teeth across her skin, nipped at her collarbone.

  “Door,” she muttered, mirroring his caresses. She tried the handle but it was locked again. “Damn hotel doors,” she muttered, pushing him away. He let her lower her legs but stayed close. She didn’t know if it was to help hide her naked body or because he liked to be pressed against her. Didn’t care. She loved the way his jeans scraped against her bare legs.

  She spun around within his grasp and re-opened the door.

  Cain moaned at the sight of her sweet ass, encased in that tiny scrap of red silk. One tug and those would be gone. He reached out, sliding his hand down her ass cheek, letting his fingers skim across the line where her butt met her thigh, soft and smooth. So fucking sexy.

  She inhaled and didn’t take that step forward, as if she was afraid to move out of his touch.

  He patted her ass, giving her the nudge to go inside so they could finish getting naked. She took a step forward then stopped.

  “My dress.”

  Cain glanced at the white pile on the floor. Heather seemed to know the dress was ugly.

  “Maybe we should leave it there,” he suggested. “Housekeeping will get rid of it.”

  She chuckled and shook her head. “As much as I’d love to, it’s a friend’s. Plus someone might put it on. I couldn’t do that to an unsuspecting woman.”

  With that cryptic statement, she snagged the hem of the dress and dragged it into the room. More proof there was nothing sentimental about that gown, she tossed it onto the floor and stepped to the side, looking at him.

  She stood there, wearing nothing but a pair of red panties.

  And a wicked smile.

  “Are you coming in?”

  As if he could ignore an invitation like that. He walked into the room and let the door shut, closing them in.

  Cain paused in the entrance. Heather stood a few feet away, one knee bending a little, turning inward to almost hide her pussy. Pretty wasted effect since he planned to have those panties off in seconds.

  But she stood there, teasing him, te
mpting him. She licked her lips and Cain felt it in his cock as if she’d licked that pretty pink tongue up the full length of his shaft.

  Still she didn’t move. Knowing the female mind, she could be deciding that she wasn’t interested. Then why get naked? Because he really didn’t believe the “zipper” was the problem with that dress. It seemed a little too convenient.

  “We don’t have to do anything,” he said, though he stepped forward. He would back off if that’s what she wanted but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to influence her decision. He reached out and let his fingertips rest on her hips.

  Heather raised her eyes to meet his. “Now, what fun would that be?” she asked.

  “Just trying to be a gentleman.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “Yes, because a gentleman is exactly what I’m looking for right now. Fast, bland vanilla sex. What could be better?”

  Cain winced. “Damn. Unfortunately, all I can bring to the table is hard and kinky. Will that do?”

  The dramatic sigh that trickled from her lips made him want to laugh. “I guess. If that’s all you’ve got.”

  “I’ll do my best to make this as boring as possible.” He snagged her around the waist and turned her so her back was against the wall. He grabbed the edge of her red panties and yanked them down. A faint “rip” warned he’d torn the silky material. She gasped. “Oops.” He looked up. It was difficult to be too upset about her panties when she stared at him with those wide green eyes. “I’ll buy you another pair,” he promised with a kiss.

  “You’d better.” She hooked her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him close when he would have retreated. “I have very expensive taste in underwear.” This time, she initiated the kiss, opening her lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth.

  She teased, tempting him. Calling him to come play. She reached between their bodies and grabbed the edges of his shirt, yanking hard. Buttons popped and pinged against the wall as the two sides separated.

  She blinked. “Oops.”

  “Oops, right.”

  Damn, why did every word from her mouth feel like a fist around his cock? She was gorgeous but it was the sexy attitude that had him on the verge of coming before he’d even gotten his pants off.

  Thank God he had a condom in his wallet.

  But damn, he couldn’t fuck her yet. It was too fast. He needed to make sure she was wet and ready.

  He looked down, smoothing his hand across her hip, staring at her pussy, the almost-bare skin tempting him. He started to sink to his knees but she grabbed him and pulled him back up.

  “Later.” She shook her head, pulling him close, covering his mouth with a kiss. “I want you. Inside me. Now.”

  Damn, he loved a woman who knew what she wanted. He pressed in close, sliding his erection against her pussy. The heat flowed through his jeans and he groaned.

  “Fuck.” He yanked open his fly, his cock punching forward, the damn thing practically begging to be freed. Cain dragged his wallet out of his back pocket and plucked the emergency condom out of the main compartment. He tossed his wallet on the floor and shoved his jeans and briefs down.

  Heather’s hands immediately wrapped around his shaft, squeezing gently. Cain moaned and braced his hands against the wall beside her head, watching her as she held his cock. He thrust deeper into her grip, leaning in and pressing hot kisses on her neck. Her fingers tightened, giving him something to rub against.

  “Damn, honey, you’ve got some wicked hands.” Wanting to return the favor, he slid one hand between her legs. His fingers dipped between her pussy lips. “But I want to be in here, fucking you.” Her moan filled his head and drove him on. He sank two fingers into her passage. The slick, hot flesh closed around him. Fuck, he was going to come just putting his dick inside her.

  Urgency he couldn’t ignore drove him on. He opened the packet and rolled the condom up his shaft, her soft hands slipping beneath his to help. He let his hands drop, moaning as she stroked him, smoothing the thin shield up his cock. Her fingers went beyond the mere mechanics of putting on the condom, teasing him with sexy flutters, a gentle squeeze.

  His head started to spin but he couldn’t pull his cock away from her grip. He leaned in, taking her mouth in a kiss, driving his tongue between her lips as her fingers wrapped around his shaft. Unable to control his hips, he pumped into her hand, groaning as he plowed his cock through the tunnel created by her fingers.

  He grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand away.

  “Fuck, sweet. I can’t take any more.”

  A pout curled her lower lip. “But I like the way you feel. Nice and long.” She reached out and trailed one finger the full length of his shaft. “So hard.”

  “I’ll feel even better inside you.”

  Her eyes widened as he lifted her, spreading her legs and driving his cock into her pussy in one hard thrust.

  Heat closed around his dick and he groaned, pushing deep, sending her back against the wall. A corner of his brain came alive, reminding him to make sure she was with him on this—that she wanted a hard, fast fuck. Her legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper. Oh yeah.

  He rocked forward, already deep inside her but wanting to go just a little farther, giving her everything he had. She cried out and clung to him, her pussy contracting around him. Instinct took over and he pumped in and out, loving the slick heat of her cunt.

  The rhythm overtook them. He pounded into her and she took him.

  Her cries urged him on—harder. More. Fuck!

  Lost in the driving beat, he wasn’t prepared when she leaned down and scraped her teeth across his collarbone. The almost dainty bite sent a shockwave into his groin.

  He kept one hand on her ass and jammed the other against the wall as he slammed into her. He braced himself, spreading his legs to get more leverage and fucked her hard, tilting his hips so every stroke sent her higher.

  Her nails dug into his shoulders, delicious little bites to his skin that elevated his senses. He ran his teeth across her shoulder and mirrored her earlier caress, biting down just a shade harder, making sure she felt it.

  Her shout filled his head even as her pussy clamped down on his shaft, subtle contractions that pushed him over. He groaned and drove into her one more time, savoring every ripple along his cock, heat squeezing his dick.

  They stood there, locked in position, muscles frozen, unable to move just yet. Finally she lifted her head from his shoulder and let it fall back against the wall with a gentle thump. She gasped in a breath. The tight peaks of her breasts teased his chest with each inhale.

  “Oh my,” she whispered.

  Cain grinned and fought to catch his breath. He’d have said the same thing if he didn’t think it would make him sound too much like a girl.

  “Not really what I was expecting when I started out my day,” she drawled. He smiled and eased back, letting his cock slip from the hot paradise of her pussy.

  Her thighs tightened on his hips as if she wasn’t quite ready to let him go. After a moment, the pressure relaxed and she slid her legs down his body and planted those wicked heels in the carpet.

  “Okay?” he asked, making sure she was steady on her feet. It never ceased to amaze him that women could balance in shoes like that, let alone after an orgasm that looked like it weakened her knees. It sure as hell had made his tremble.

  She nodded and scraped her hair out of her face, the strands tangling in her fingers.

  Giving her a minute to catch her breath, Cain stepped back and slipped into the bathroom to discard the condom. Keeping his jeans hitched around his waist, he washed his hands and wandered back into the main room. He wasn’t sure what he’d find. Was this going to be some weird “well, we fucked, now I’d better go” moment? Or did she want him to stay? Did he want to stay?

  He stepped into the short hall and his eyes immediately latched onto Heather’s ass as she bent over to pick up the gown she’d tossed to the ground.
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  She picked up the offending piece of clothing and sneered at it. If the dress held any special meaning to her, that meaning was obviously raw fury and irritation.

  Cain couldn’t help but chuckle. She glanced over her shoulder, the haughty look in her eye making his cock swell again. Damn, he did love a woman with spunk.

  Her insanely long legs and sweet ass didn’t hurt either.

  “Something funny?” she asked.

  “Just wondering what that dress ever did to you.”

  A reluctant grin pulled on her lips. “Oh, you have no idea.” She looked at the dress one more time then tossed it into the corner, between the bed and the wall. “But it’s done now.”

  Cain barely noticed where the dress landed. He wasn’t about to pull his eyes away from Heather’s body. Tall and mostly slim, curves in the right places. Her tits weren’t huge but the nipples tightened nicely. Oh yeah.

  His focus on her breasts, it took him a moment to notice the heavy silence in the room. He raised his eyes and met her arrogant stare.

  “You’re staring.” The teasing light in her eyes tempered the accusation in her voice.

  “Damn straight,” he said unrepentantly.

  She sank down onto one hip, emphasizing the smooth curve of her ass. His cock twitched.

  “Is that all you’re going to do?” she asked, the brazen hussy. “Stare?”

  He loved it.

  “I could be inspired to touch.”

  “What would it take to inspire you to touch?” she asked, clearly getting into his game.

  “Maybe a little temptation. You know, show me what you’ve got.”

  Heather stepped forward, her hips swinging in a seductive rhythm that made his cock surge back to almost full hardness. She still wore the heels so she was as tall as he was. She brushed her lips across his, then whispered, “I can do temptation.”

  She backed away, reaching the top of the bed and yanking down the bedcover, tossing it on the floor.

  Eyes glittering, she sank down onto the mattress, her knees pressed tightly together and tilted a little to the side. It looked almost demure except for the fact that she wore nothing but those dangerous red heels.

 

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