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‘You’re so funny,’ she grouses good-naturedly, though I don’t miss how she presses her body closer.
‘Is that a compliment?’ God, I want her. Want to sink my cock into her and leave marks with my teeth.
The lift chimes open, and we step in, but we’re not alone as others suddenly shuffle in behind us.
I step straight to the back, pulling Sadie in front of me. Taking advantage of our proximity, I run the knuckle of my index finger down her spine. She shivers, leaning back against me when suddenly, her whole posture changes, her body going quite rigid as the doors are prevented from closing by a last-minute couple stepping in. The woman giggles as the doors whoosh closed, and she steps closer to her companion, who just happens to be Julian.
I place my hands on Sadie’s hips, but her body’s responses have been dialled from red hot to corpse, as she stares resolutely ahead at where the pair stand.
Much like Julian, I don’t have a type—a specific kind of woman my dick follows like a heat-seeking missile. Tall, short, black, white; I like them all. Unlike Julian, however, I do have a turn-off. And that would be the woman he has his arm around.
Everything about her screams fake—from the soccer balls she’s encased in a toga, which appears to have been made from a napkin, to the improbable white-blonde of her hair, and her mouthful of piano key teeth.The white keys, at least.
‘I still owe you a birthday present, Juju,’ she whisper-giggles. ‘I had no idea what to get you.’
‘I have an idea,’Jujureturns. His eyes are wild, his irises tiny pinpoints.He’s as high as a kite.‘You can just get naked when we get back to the room.’
‘You’re so bad!’ One limp hand slaps his chest, though it’s not a chastisement as much as encouragement. One that works, too, as the fucker plants his face in her cleavage. Classy.
Jesus wept. I cast my eyes heavenward rather than be faced with the sight of my second cousin, I think he might be, making out with silicone.This is what happens when families inbreed.
‘Really!’ someone complains, but as the doors ping open on the next floor, the pair stumbles out to find their room.And relief.
Sadie releases a breath as the doors slide closed once again.
Fuck him and the horse he just rode out on.
‘You’re so beautiful.’ I pitch my words low as I place a kiss on her bared shoulder.
My fingers still wrapped around her hips, I pull her against me. Beyond allowing me to, she doesn’t offer any further response. So I take a lock of her hair, no doubt left free of the intricate braiding for artistic purposes, and rub it between my fingers. She shivers as my breath caresses her neck, relaxing a fraction more as I slide it behind her ear, deliberately stroking the shell as I lower my hand again.
‘Can you feel it?’ I whisper, pulling her tighter against me. My words might be audible in the tiny square of space we’re in, but I find I don’t care. And neither does Sadie as she shivers again, this time nodding slowly. ‘You’ve done this to me. Just you.’
She exhales a jagged breath, her shoulders rising and falling a little rapidly. Someone clears their throat, another exhaling a feminine sigh, but no one complains.
‘I wonder what sounds you’ll make when you lose yourself to me? I wonder how deep your blush will go?’
At another floor, the lift chimes and the doors open, people spilling out. As I glance up, a pair of older women who’ve just stepped out look back. One waves her hand in front of her face as though flushed, and the other looks on a little scandalised. As the doors slide closed, I send them a wink as I lower my lips to Sadie’s shoulder.
‘Will,’ she whispers as the lift intones the number of the next floor. ‘Please, people can hear you.’
‘They should hear. They should know how much I want you. And secretly, Sadie, I think you want them to hear that, too.’ Her head shakes almost infinitesimally. ‘I think you want them to hear you moan as I slide into you, hear you cry as I make you come.’
The lift chimes again, the tinny voice announcing we’ve reached the ground floor. As the doors slide open, I grab Sadie’s hand and step out into the foyer, unsure of my exact plans. I just need to feel her—need a taste. Just like Sadie needs to feel my desire for reassurance, if nothing else.
If you’ve spoiled this for me, Julian, I’ll kick your arse.
The foyer is vast and impersonal, all glass and marble. I stop and glance around. Restaurant. Bar. Reception. A hallway leading to a couple of function rooms—my eyes double back to the hallway as I notice a member of the hotel crew pushing a trolley or cart out of one such room.
‘Trust me?’ I ask as I walk backwards, pulling her with me.
‘Not an ounce.’ She laughs in return. Her countenance flushed, she wobbles on her heels a little, but at least she isn’t sad.
The liveried member of staff edges between the door and her trolley, swinging it into the hallway without once lifting her head. We only have a couple of seconds before the door swings closed, locking once again.
Letting go of Sadie’s hand, I catch it with the toe of my shoe. A quick glance over my shoulder tells me we’re in the clear, so I turn back and hold my index finger over my smiling lips.
‘You want to bang me in the conference room?’ Sadie folds her arms, her expression a little twisted. But see her feet? They’re still moving in my direction, even if a little vodka confidence aids them.
