Page 19 of Lorcan's Obsession

"You rushing to get more of those kisses?"

"No. I just need a good piping, then I can cut my losses." I puckered my lips, checking my shiny gloss.

"Mhmm. You sure about that strategy?"

"Solid. I've asked our WAP doc to come fix me up with those vitamin drips so I'm in top shape to ride his stick. I'll be in and out before he knows what hit him."

"Alright, chica, have fun breaking hearts."

“You know I will.”

Once I'd got dosed up by my medically savvy and less nosey friend, Kora, I was ready to face the handsome steel-eyed devil. It was time to collect my climax and say au revoir, mon cherie. Thanks for the orgasm.

But Lorcan must have been just as eager because he was already waiting for me in the atrium lobby of his hotel, and all the saints couldn't stop my pussy from quivering at his deliciousness. That gray tee flattered his broad shoulders and drew my eyes to those bulging biceps and toned pecs. Black denim jeans hugged his thighs, and designer sneakers mapped his confident steps.

Lorcan’s palm fit comfortably in the small of my back as we walked to the visitor receiving area, and the valet opened the door to a Moonlight Blue Porsche Cayenne GTS Coupe. I sucked in a breath. She was a beast and beauty, and I would have given a boob flash to purr that beast to life and floor her on the highway. But the duchess and future lawyer in me chose to be decorous and graciously accept his ride.

Black and red leather covered the interior of the car, artistically evoking beauty and seduction at every turn. When Lorcan roared the engine, I closed my eyes and gripped the edge of the seat just to feel its vibrations…Damn, it was magnificent.

The silence in the vehicle amplified the attraction buzzing between us. Every square inch of the car was filled with sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, but neither of us wanted to say anything that could bungle that delightful anticipation that promised to explode into something exciting.

Now, I had seen this man’s wallet last night. Like all rich men, he would want to put that wealth on display. So he would move somewhere swanky and pricey, probably to a penthouse in downtown Dubai. But never, in my wildest dreams, had I imagined we would pull up to the statement building: Burj Khalifa, the current tallest building in the world.

Lorcan brought the car to a slow stop while I stared out the window, gobsmacked. A security guard walked around with a handheld scanner, checking the underside of the car.

"Do you like getting probed every day?” I finally asked, watching the procedure. “These people are way too anal with their security."

He cackled, resting his head on the steering wheel. "I can get you a resident-visitor pass which will reduce that intrusion by half. Do you want one?"

"No. I’m just here for today. I'll manage."

His dark brows danced. "Think about it, Tristen. Getting in and out of the restaurants and clubs in this building without the hustle."

"You drive a mean bargain, Lorcan, but no, thank you."

I wasn’t a fool. Somewhere in that pass would be "a harmless coffee date," and he’d find more creative ways of getting around my rules. Case in point: this was my second time meeting him for that damn one-night fling.

“Well, the offer will always be open for you,” he said.

His offer was strange for a playboy into one-and-done deals but I made no mention of it as he walked around the car to open the door for me.

We rode silently up the residents’ elevator, stealing lustful glances as we approached the upper floors. The steel doors pinged open, and he offered me his palm.

“Shall we?”

Heat traveled through me when our skin touched. It was supposed to be a simple joining of our hands, but the possessive way in which he held my hand made me wish we had miles to walk. I kept my gaze fixed on the colorful flowers sewn into the brown carpet until he came to a stop in front of his door. The tight lines on his arms flexed as he fished the keys from his pocket.

"Ladies first." He gestured.

The view was utterly breathtaking. His apartment had floor-to-ceiling glass windows with a three-sixty view of Downtown Dubai and the famous dancing fountains.

“The movers will be here in fifteen minutes; I can show you around.”

I accepted and followed his lead, walking to his office, the guest room, and finally, the main bedroom. The centerpiece was a large, dark oak wood, four-poster bed with labyrinth designs on a tall headboard that sucked the light from the double-story windows.

Moving to the en-suite bathroom, Lorcan mentioned his favorite feature there was the gray marble heated flooring. Personally, the indoor jacuzzi piqued my interest, as well as the all-glass shower room with multi-spray jets.

His closet was cozy, dimly lit, with a hint of sandalwood infused in the air. Dark, expensive-looking suits hung on the top rods and neatly pressed dress shirts on the bottom. Layers of multi-colored casual wear added warm glints in the dark space.

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