Page 101 of Mark my Words

“You know what happened the last time we went out to dinner,” she said dismissively, turning away as she yanked the vertical banner from the hanging stand and angrily rolled it up before dropping it into the storage bag.

“No one in Seattle gives a shit who we are, Kris,” I smiled, loving that a simple request was getting her skittish again. The loaded looks, and the way she’d pressed against me earlier told me everything I needed to know. She wanted me, but she was scared to see things through again. Sleeping together in Denver hadn’t cooled things off. It’d just made the desperation more bearable.

“I’ve heard the restaurant in the hotel has good reviews. I may order something and take it back to my room.”

“Would you like some company?” Eating alone didn’t appeal to me, and she hadn’t argued when I’d promised her I’d have her underneath me tonight.

“Fine,” she sighed, nodding her head. “But you’re not eating in my bed. I don’t like crumbs in the sheets.”

“We both know you’d love it if I ate my dessert in your bed,” I smirked, laughing as her eyes widened. “But I promise I won’t leave behind any crumbs.”

“You and your dirty promises.”

SAM

SEATTLE

Kristine had been quiet as we submitted a carryout order on the restaurant’s website using my phone, shared an Uber back to the hotel, and stopped to pick it up before heading to her hotel room.

“I’m serious,” she warned as she stopped at her room, angrily swiping the keycard across the reader and pushing open the door. “You’re not making a mess in my bed with that.” The pointed look she gave the carryout bag in my hands was comical. The mess I’d leave in her sheets shortly had nothing to do with our dinner.

“Don’t worry. The only mess in that bed tonight will be coming from you.”

She stumbled as she crossed the threshold, using the wall to stabilize herself as I stepped through the doorway behind her. When she’d been helping Diana set up earlier, I’d snuck back to the library portion of the gallery and purchased the guide accompanying the squirting workshop she’d commented on. It was a quick read, giving me all the information I needed before it’d been shoved back into my messenger bag.

“You wish,” she said haughtily, marching toward the sliding glass door to her balcony and pulling the door open. The cool night air rushed in. The city lights visible across the horizon with the Space Needle at the apex, and the city sounds around us.

“I don’t need to wish.” I followed her out, placing our dinner on the small table outside, pulling her chair out before I settled into mine next to her, and took out our warm containers. We sat in loaded silence as we ate our food, Kristine occasionally making eye contact as she took a bite or licked something from one of her fingers. It wasn’t an outright erotic display, but as she pulled out her slice of cheesecake, I imagined smearing it across her chest and sucking it from her nipples.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she whispered as she licked the fork poised at her lips.

Smirking at her frazzled expression, I knew it wouldn’t take much to get her to abandon the cake for a more filling dessert. “No.”

“Sam,” she whined, pointing the empty plastic implement in my direction and opening her mouth.

Before she could lay into me, a loud feminine moan broke the silence between us, drawing our attention to the balcony to our right. A grunt followed by a low masculine voice moaning, “Is that what you want?”

My pulse pounded in my ears as I returned my empty container to the bag on the floor, holding my finger in front of my lips as I took the fork out of Kristine’s hand, pointing over her shoulder. The moaning had come from the direction of Chase and Evan’s suite, and after a few more muffled declarations, I heard Chase moan out, “Oh God, yes!”

“Holy shit, are they fucking?” Kristine whispered as I rose from my chair, pulling her up with me and creeping to the edge of the wall that separated our balconies. If we leaned around it, we could easily see what was happening on the other side, but I stepped into the shadows, pulling Kristine into my chest as I leaned back against it.

With my back pressed against the wall, I caged Kristine against my chest, my hands possessively gripping her hips. My ears strained to hear the gasps of pleasure from behind us as Kristine wiggled anxiously, the feeling of her ass causing me to harden.

There was something desperate and forbidden about listening to Chase and Evan, but neither of us moved. The curiosity of this voyeuristic act sparked my intense reaction to Kristine, and hyper-awareness of her every move against me amplified.

“Oh, fuck me!” the feminine voice moaned again as I slipped my fingers underneath the hem of Kristine’s blouse, pushing my fingers underneath the cup of her lacy bra and cupping her breast in my hand. Her nipple was hard against my palm as I ground my hips into her from behind.

“Are you wet?” I whispered into her hair, my ears straining to hear the sounds of smacking flesh behind us.

The groan of, “That’s it, baby,” followed by a masculine moan, was almost drowned out by Kristine’s more delicate noises as her head pressed back into my chest.

Her hand found my zipper and pulled it down roughly between us as she grasped my cock, squeezing as, “Fuck yes. Come on me, baby,” was practically shouted from the man on the balcony.

My other hand pressed down the front of Kristine’s slacks and found her wet and wanting as the feminine cry of, “Oh God, I’m coming. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” sounded out.

A loud groan of satisfaction came from behind the wall, almost matched by my moan as Kristine’s bare hand slipped beneath the fabric of my boxers and gripped my cock with desperation.

“Oh fuck, Evan, it feels so good.” At Chase’s loud declaration, Kristine turned her face into my bicep and moaned as I played with her slick clit frantically, the heat coming from her wet skin making me desperate.

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