Page 107 of Mark my Words

As the songs transitioned from fast to slow and back again, I was lost in him, our bodies swaying together and sweat sliding down our necks as our connection never broke, lost in each other as the darkness hid our bodies in the crowd.

It was addicting to be the center of his universe, his eyes only leaving mine to watch how my body moved against his, responding to his touch in a way only he could control.

As a particularly suggestive song blared through the speakers, he turned me in his arms, his hand clasping my throat as he ground into me, using the fingers on his other hand to anchor my hips in place. “You’re fucking sin incarnate,” he growled into my ear, grinding into me, making me feel wanton in his arms.

“Please,” I panted in his ear, leaning my head back into his shoulder. My hand gripped the outside of his thigh, my nails biting into the fabric of his pants as I writhed against him.

“What do you want?” he groaned into my skin as I gasped with the force of his hold on me.

Knowing he couldn’t hear me over the crowd, I peeled his fingers from my neck, grasping his hand and pulling him behind me as I wove back through the crowd. My eyes darted back toward the VIP staircase, remembering the private powder rooms tucked down a dark hallway at the top of the stairs.

He was close behind me as we ascended the steps, his hand tightly clasped inside mine.

“Inside,” I growled as I pushed him through the door, yanking at his belt as I backed him against the closed door once we were inside.

“What are you doing?” he laughed as he cupped my cheek, his other hand stilling the one on my belt.

“Whatever I want,” I growled as I dropped to my knees, pushing his hand out of the way as I unclasped the belt and yanked his pants down his thighs. He was hard and throbbing in my hand as I pulled him free from his boxer briefs, pressing my other hand against the center of his chest as I lowered my head.

His skin was warm against my lips, and the desperate moan he let out as I pulled him inside my mouth with my tongue was worth the hard bite of the tile against my knees.

Sam anchored his hands in my hair, his fingertips digging into my scalp as I enveloped his cock in my mouth, sucking and licking as I reached up to roll his balls between my fingertips. I knew what made him needy, every quiet groan making me frantic as I sucked harder, bobbing my head and gasping as his shallow thrusts forced him toward my throat.

My lungs burned as I refused to let up, working him closer and closer to release, reveling in the way his legs started to shake and the low grunts in his throat as I swallowed hard against the head of him in my throat.

“Fuck,” he moaned as I grazed my teeth against him lightly on the way up before sucking him back into my mouth, greedily rubbing my tongue against the underside of the head in a way that drove him wild. Sam may have made me come quickly with his nimble fingers, but as he moaned and released in my mouth a few moments later, I knew I had just as much power over his body as he did mine.

His eyes were glazed as I stood up, wiping my lips before I leaned in toward where he was braced against the door panting.

“Was that fast enough for you?”

The amused chuckle as he pulled me against his sated body and kissed my forehead had made every previous moment worth it.

“My turn,” he chuckled against my ear as his hand slipped between my legs and across my bare flesh. “I think someone enjoyed themselves. Does having my cock in your mouth make you wet?”

“Don’t sound so smug. You still have a job to do.”

“Yes, ma’m,” he murmured as he twisted us so my back was against the door and dropped to his knees.

While my delayed retaliation for the airplane had caught him by surprise, I had a feeling he wasn’t upset in the least.

And neither was I, to be honest.

SAM

NEW YORK

“Sam,” Evan’s hesitant voice caught my attention as he stood off to the side of baggage claim, Chase and Kristine sitting on a bench off to the side, leaning against each other. Chase may have been battling the hangover from hell, but I knew the marathon of sex against every surface of my hotel room had burned off any alcohol left in Kristine’s system, leaving satisfied exhaustion behind. My girl was sleep-deprived and joked that she’d been dicked half to death, but I wouldn’t take back a moment of it.

“What’s up?” I asked as we waited for our bags to make it off the plane and to where we were waiting. Diana had already headed to the hotel, meeting with Isobel and Adrian to discuss the schedule for the next few days.

“Can you meet me in the hotel bar after dinner?” He looked nervous as he glanced toward our drowsy girlfriends, his hand fingering something in his pocket.

“Sure, what’s going on?” Kristine was sure to crash as soon as we were done for the evening, so I knew I’d have a little time to slip away without her noticing.

“I need your help with something. Adrian has gotten most of it arranged, but I need someone to help me with a project during the day before the dinner he coordinated with Isobel.”

“Something in particular, or is it a secret?”

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