“You too.” I said, bowing my head in her direction and flashing her my most charming smile.
Mona said her goodbyes as well. “I look forward to seeing you again soon. Tonights dinner will be tough to beat.”
“We try our best,” Hilary said and smiled.
Before I knew it, we were in the back of a cab. As soon as the car door shut and cut us off from the three of them for the night, I took a deep cleansing breath and relaxed.
“That went so well,” Mona said as we pulled away.
“Yeah, it did,” I agreed. “Maybe I should have you come along as my fake fiancée more often.”
“It’s the humanizing factor. If you could actually land someone like me for real, it would really boost your game.”
“Think a lot of yourself, don’t you?” I teased.
“Shouldn’t I?” she shot back with a grin.
Our eyes met, and I was certain that if I leaned across and kissed her, we could have finally given in to how much we wanted each other, at last.
I looked away from her quickly. Just a few more minutes and we would be back at the hotel in separate rooms, safe from temptation.
All that this night had done was underline the fact that whatever feelings I had for this woman were far more than a sexual attraction. I could have forced that much out of my head eventually, if all it had been was her body. No, it was more than that. Much more than that.
I was falling for Mona. She was smart, funny, beautiful, and ballsy, and I couldn’t escape the fact my feelings for her were getting more and more intense with every minute we spent together.
I thought back to what Neil had said, but his advice dimmed in my head as I looked at her across the seat from me.
I liked Mona, more than I could remember liking anyone in a long while. I couldn’t deny it, no matter how bad an idea it was, and no matter what kind of shit it would bring into my life if I went for it. All she had proven tonight was that she was brilliant at the business stuff and even more appealing at the personal stuff. She would make an incredible partner in life, no matter what way I looked at it.
We arrived back at the hotel, and I cleared my throat as I got out the car.
“Thanks for letting me come along tonight,” Mona said immediately clearing the awkward tension. “Beats room service and local TV.”
“You were great,” I replied, keeping my eyes firmly fixed ahead.
I noticed Mona frown slightly as we approached the desk to pick up the key for the new room they should have assigned us by now. The man behind the desk glanced up and offered us a welcoming smile.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, the Masterson account, we should have another room this evening.”
“Oh, yes!” the man exclaimed, sounding way more excited than the situation called for. “We actually got the call a few minutes ago. They’ve asked us to upgrade you to the honeymoon suite.”
“What?” I said, stunned.
“For the you and your partner,” he clarified, gesturing to Mona and me.
We looked at each other, and then back at him.
“There has to be some kind of mistake,” I said and shook my head. “We already have a room. We needed another one.”
“They were very insistent on the phone,” the receptionist replied, frowning slightly. “It’s already been paid for. They said they wanted to treat you, as you didn’t know when you’d be back in London.”
“Lovely.” I said and reached over to pluck the key from his hand.
I couldn’t back down now. What if the news got back to Masterson? If they found out I’d been lying to them, I’d be in even more trouble than if I’d just told them the truth up front.
I glanced down at Mona.
“You take this room, I’ll stay in the old one. Sound good?”
We headed toward the elevator and stepped in together. The doors slid shut, and she looked up at me. There we were again – the tension mounting and her body achingly close to mine.
I wanted to throw my arm around her waist and pull her tight against me. My skin was practically itching with the urge to run my hands all over her body. It would have been so damn easy.
I eyed the fabric of her dress, wondering how it would feel beneath my fingertips, She saw me staring and she didn’t even flinch.
“So, the honeymoon suite, huh?” she remarked with a soft smile.
I wondered if she was thinking the same thing I was thinking, if she was hoping I would touch her, that we could finally end the tension that had been building up between us for hours.
“Yep. The honeymoon suite.”
I managed a smile at the ridiculousness of the situation.
“I didn’t want to blow our cover, so I had to go along with it. Our little performance must have been convincing.”
“You’ll have a hard time outdoing this for the actual honeymoon,” she teased as we got out at the floor for our room. She followed me down the corridor.
“Where are you going?” I asked, and she cocked an eyebrow at me.
“I need to get my things,” she pointed out, and I shook my head, feeling stupid.
I hadn’t had that much to drink, but all the blood had rushed to my cock, and there wasn’t any left for my brain.
“Of course.”
I held open the door and she drifted past me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought she deliberately brushed her body against mine, even if for a split second. I fought the urge to lean down and press my face into her hair, to inhale the sweet scent of her shampoo, but instead, I cleared my throat and shifted to let her by.
Nothing happening here. Or at least, that’s what I would keep telling myself as long as it took her to get out of here.
She grabbed her things and stuffed them into her bag, then threw it over her shoulder. She turned to face me, but didn’t look up, as though she was worried if she did, she might have to let go of the resolve she’d been clinging to all evening. Or maybe I was just projecting how I felt on to her. At this point, the lines were so blurred I couldn’t make sense of them.
“You want me to help you with that?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said and smiled up at me. There was a coyness in her that told me she too was sorry to see the evening end.
I reached down to take her bag, and my fingers grazed her neck. She closed her eyes, ever-so-briefly, as though she were savoring my touch. I took a deep breath and forced myself to look away.
This was torturous in the best possible way. The two of us, assigned to the honeymoon suite, far away from anyone who would ever find out. It was a night built for sin.
We got into the elevator again, this time soaring to the top of the building. We were so far away from everyone and everything that it was as if we were the only two people on Earth. We didn’t say a word. We didn’t have to.
At some point, I must have handed the key to Mona, and when we arrived outside the room, she unlocked the door. I stayed behind her, and my eyes drifted down at her ass in that dress as it swayed back and forth in front of me.
God, she was sexy.
The room was built for sex. The bed was enormous, and I could see the corner of a hot tub through the open door of the bathroom. The lights, when she flicked them on, were dimmed, and the room had a regal but insular feel with its deep, red walls and dark, wooden trim.
I placed the bag down at the side of the bed, and she continued walking through the room toward the enormous picture window that looked out over London’s impressive buildings below. She peered out, cupping her hands around her face to block out the light, and let out a long, satisfied sigh.
“It’s gorgeous,” she said and shot a look at me over her shoulder.
“So are you,” I replied before I could stop myself, and her eyes widened and she opened her mouth in surprise.
But she didn’t scold me or ask me to leave. Instead, she slowly stepped out of her shoes and started toward me, moving across the room, closing the space between us, her hips sway
ing seductively as she walked.
Her bare feet padded on the carpet and my eyes traveled from the tip of her bright red toenails all the way up to the hem of her skirt. Was she wearing panties?
I swallowed heavily, my head spinning. I couldn’t do this. I wanted to. I needed to. But I couldn’t…
Before I knew it, she was standing in front of me, and there was no doubt in my mind about what her eyes were telling me. I reached down and tucked a strand of her silky hair behind her ear, and she let out the smallest sigh, closing her eyes. I cupped her face in my hands, and she tilted her head down to press her face closer into my touch. My heart was pounding.
Suddenly, all the logic that had been keeping me from kissing her vanished. None of the excuses made sense anymore. None of the reasoning was solid. I just wanted her, and she wanted me, and I refused to deprive myself any longer.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, and all at once, it was like a dam had burst inside me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I leaned down to scoop her up, lifting her off the floor and kissing her hard and deliberately. Our tongues were quick and hungry as I carried her quickly toward the bed. I placed her carefully on the mattress below us and climbed on top of her.
She was delicious, her soft lips a mixture of red wine and sweet, lip balm, and her scent was intoxicating as her hands ran up and down my back almost frantically.
I tore off my jacket and tossed it aside. We had waited long enough for this, and even the time spent getting undressed felt like a waste of our precious time.
“Turn over,” I groaned into her ear, and she did as she was told, flipping over beneath me.
I caught the zip of her dress and pulled it down before sliding the sleeves off her arms. She wriggled loose, and I tossed it aside. She lay there now, in nothing but a pair of black, lacy panties, looking up at me with her eyes bright with anticipation and her mouth slightly parted, as though there was something she needed to say but couldn’t verbalize. I leaned down to kiss her neck, her soft skin pressed against mine.
“Fuck,” she gasped as I moved down her throat, toward her perfect breasts.
I cupped them in my greedy hands, and I had to fight the urge not to squeeze them too tight. I wanted to consume her, to claim her, to secure this deal that I had waited so long to land. But I knew I had to take my time. I didn’t know if we’d ever get the chance again, and I wasn’t going to rush a moment of it.
I lowered my head to one of her nipples and drew it mercilessly into my mouth, baring my teeth and letting them graze against her sensitive flesh.
She grabbed my head, raking her fingers through my hair, her hips lifting off the bed slightly and grinding with desire. I moved down, kissing her stomach, her hips, that sensitive spot between her belly button and the top of her panties, and looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, her lips pressed together as though trying to hold back a cry of pleasure.
I was between her legs all at once, and I planted a gentle kiss on the outside of her panties, inhaling deeply. God, she smelled incredible. I couldn’t wait to taste her.
She let out a helpless moan and opened her eyes, finally making eye contact, and there was a darkness to her gaze I hadn’t seen before, not in her or in anyone else.
I hooked my fingers around the lace fabric and pulled her panties down in one swift motion, shifting myself so she could kick them off. She parted her legs , allowing me a clear view of her pussy, and I had to close my eyes to steady myself from the sight of her, all spread out for me like that.
She had a small triangle of pubic hair above her pussy, like an arrow pointing down, and I leaned forward to kiss it lightly. She moaned and lifted her hips off the bed, pressing herself into my face, reminding me just how badly she wanted this.
I tucked my hands beneath her ass, pulled her up toward me, and pressed my mouth against her pussy. She tasted incredible – sweet and musky beneath my tongue. I started at her clit, kissing lightly, teasing out her sensitive nub until I could feel it beneath my tongue.
She wriggled back and forth, as though my touch was too much for her, and I eased up a little, sealing my lips around her and sucking just a little.
Shifting my hand, I slipped a finger inside her, her pussy clenching tightly as I slowly pushed it in and out of her in a corkscrew motion. She was soaked, and I lifted my eyes to see her mouth opening and closing in unspoken pleasure as she squirmed on the bed above me.
I felt a surge of desire. I had to have her. I couldn’t wait any longer. I climbed back on top of her and kissed her again, the taste of her mouth and her pussy making my cock even stiffer.
She slid her hand between my legs and gripped me through my pants, and I bit her lip lightly to let her know just how crazy this was making me.
“I want to fuck you,” I growled into her ear, my voice dropping lower than before. “I need to fuck you.”
She kissed me hard, pushing her tongue aggressively into my mouth. I could feel her heart pounding against mine, and wondered how in the hell we’d managed to hold out for so long.
“Fuck me,” she breathed into my ear, desperately. “Please. I want you.”
I tucked my hand into the pocket of my pants and pulled out a condom before I sat myself up on top of her and quickly stripped myself down.
Her eyes traveled down my body hungrily as I took off my clothes, tossing aside my shirt and kicking off my pants until there was nothing between us at all. I leaned down to kiss her as I sheathed myself, unable to resist the taste of her.
“I’ve wanted this from the first time I saw you,” I whispered as I leaned back, grabbed her leg, and draped her ankle over my shoulder.
She ran her hands across her body, and let out a moan as I positioned myself at her slit. I admired her for a moment more, how beautiful she looked underneath me, the way her hair splayed out on the pillow like a sunset in negative, and then, finally, I pushed myself deep inside her.
She gasped and let out a groan. I couldn’t make any noise at all, every bit of my energy focused on how her pussy felt around my cock. God, did it feel good. She was so soft and wet and warm. I gripped the leg that was on my shoulder with one hand, the headboard with the other, and slowly began to fuck her.
We continued in that position for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn’t imagine anything feeling even close to as good as this did. Every thrust inside her seemed to go a little deeper than before, and I was obsessed with the expressions on her face as I moved in and out of her. The way her teeth grazed her lip, the way she twisted her head back and forth on the pillow, and the way her hands strayed down to her breasts to play with her nipples every once in a while.
She was a vision, – responsive, sultry, playful, and sexy, all wrapped up in this one, perfect package. I could have watched her all day, watched the way she reacted when I went deep and slow and when I went hard and fast. I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, and I knew she couldn’t be far away from cumming.
“Touch yourself,” I murmured, and without hesitation, she slipped a hand between her legs and found her clit.
I looked down, and the sight of my cock buried to the hilt in her pussy just inches away from where she was playing with her clit was almost enough to push me over the edge. I took a deep breath and slowed, matching the pace of my thrusts to that of her fingers.
Her breath became short, sharp gasps, each one laced with a moan. I leaned down to kiss her, and she grabbed my head with her other hand, pulling my hair, feeling me, touching me, tasting me.
When she came, I felt it. I felt it with every fiber of my being. It ricocheted through me, her pussy clenching tight around my cock and her body shivering and shaking as it finally gave out beneath me.
I held myself inside her, letting her pussy massage my erection, and moments later, my own climax rocked through my body. I was filled with waves of sheer pleasure, and we continued kissing, even as our breaths returned to normal and our orgasms subsided.
Reluctantly, and after a long while, I pulled myself from her and disposed of the condom. I lay back down in bed next to her, and she propped herself up on one elbow and looked into my eyes. She was still totally naked and in no hurry to cover up her body like so many of the women I’d been with before. Was there anything this girl did that wasn’t totally hot?
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” she admitted, softly, her eyes searching my face for a reaction.
“Me too,” I replied, leaning forward to brush my lips against her temple.
“What now?” she asked, eyes wide, as though she was worried I might climb out of bed and walk out of there, now that we had hooked up.
“We sleep,” I answered, pulling her against my chest.
Truthfully, I didn't know where to go from here, but it felt so good lying next to her that I wanted to stay as long as possible.
Chapter 19
Mona
Talk about getting swept off my feet. I remembered thinking that as Oliver spoke to the woman behind the counter of the coffee shop we’d stopped in to.
This was no ordinary coffee shop. It was beautiful, set on the ground floor of an old-school shopping mall. It delivered creamy, rich coffee I could have sipped all day, especially if that had meant I got to spend time with Oliver.
We only had a few hours left in London, but the last couple of days had been beyond incredible. After we’d hooked up in the honeymoon suite of the hotel, any time he wasn't working on the Masterson deal was spent making sure I knew just how much he wanted me.
He took me out to dinner, for drinks, even dancing. He bought me a dress for the occasion and put his hands on my hips and pulled me close so that I could feel his breath on my skin. I loved every second of it.
He was putting so much time and effort into what was happening between us, and I couldn’t help but fall a little harder with every gesture he made. I had never dated like this before, never had someone pour this much time, energy, and effort into making sure I felt wanted, needed, and romanced. I had no idea how I would ever go back to dating like a normal person again.
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