Page 6 of Forgotten Deal

He tosses some bills down before standing. The man’s tall and thick; I’m praying to the gods he’s thick in another department. I take his outstretched hand and a little zing of sexual energy sparks between us; he must have felt it too, because his nostrils flare.

The man leads us out of the bar and through the casino to the front desk. “I need a room for the evening,” he tells the clerk.

“I thought you had a room?” I ask him quietly as I look up from my phone, having sent Taylor a text that I’m gonna grab a ride-share home. Which is true…eventually.

He flashes me a wolfish grin. “I do now.”

Paying with cash, he grabs the key and leads me to the elevator. The door opens, and he ushers me inside before joining me and pressing the third-floor button. Neither of us speaks as we make our assent—the anticipation sizzling in the air between us.

The elevator feels like it’s moving in slow motion, but finally, we reach his floor. The man grabs my hand, leading me down the hall to the very last room. Scanning his keycard, he holds open the door for me and I step inside. “You got a room just to fuck me?” I raise an eyebrow.

He lifts a shoulder lazily. “As good a reason as any to get a room.”

“Would’ve been cheaper to pay by the hour,” I joke.

“Who says I’m going to be finished with you in an hour?” he challenges.

I tsk. “Promises, promises.”

He stalks over to me, caging me against the wall with his hands, causing a thrill to run up and down my spine as he slams his lips to mine. He tastes like whiskey and a man who’s trying to forget something.

I’m more than happy to help out as I flick my tongue against his, grinding my pelvis against his erection. He feels thick as hell. Thank you, sex gods!

The man groans, taking charge of the kiss as his tongue lashes against mine, his hips thrusting in perfect rhythm to the assault on my mouth.

Breaking the kiss, he watches me with hooded eyes as he drops a hand, snaking it under my dress. Cupping my pussy over my thong, he rubs his palm back and forth as he watches me intently, like he’s trying to pry my deepest secrets from my soul. “Mmm, that feels good,” is all he’ll get from me.

He easily shoves my thong to the side, circling my clit with the pads of his fingers. “What’s this?” he asks, eyebrows raised as he stills his fingers.

“Huh. I don’t know. Better check it out,” I suggest.

He hikes my dress up and groans at the sight of my clitoral hood piercing. “You are trouble.”

“Hey, you weren’t supposed to learn my name,” I tease.

He smiles, toying with the bead of the curved barbell resting on my clit; it’s the most delicious of sensations, causing my entire body to shudder.

“Right there,” I moan.

He drops his hand, but before I can complain, he enters me with his finger, moving his thumb to work my clit. “And right there?”

“Another good one,” I agree, grabbing onto his shoulders as he expertly works my pussy faster and faster, adding a second finger. “Yes,” I moan, my chest heaving and my body shaking violently.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Give it to me. Come all over my fingers,” he commands, kissing my mouth before sucking my lower lip into his, giving it a little nip with his teeth.

“Oh, God!” I scream, my pussy convulsing hard around his fingers as my orgasm nearly knocks my legs out from under me.

“Fuck, yes,” the man grits, slowing his movement until I drop my head limply onto his hard chest.

A shrill ringtone causes me to startle.

He lets out a frustrated sigh. “Give me just a few minutes.” Extricating himself from me, he walks to the bathroom to check his phone, closing the door behind him.

Fuck, he’s married.

Not waiting around to hear his bullshit, I slip out the door and take the stairs faster than a woman who just had a mind-blowing orgasm should. A mind-blowing orgasm from a piece of shit married man.

Just say no, Katerina. I need that slogan tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.

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