Page 2 of Yours, Truly

“No worries,” I smiled politely, knowing it was time. I threw everything in my bag before storming to the bar shooting Angelina a text. I slid onto the red leather stool and flagged down the waiter. I needed a drink.

“Double JD on the rocks,” I ordered, passive aggressively. This was my usual drink but more so when I was frustrated and needed something to take the edge off. Fuck this day, fuck this meeting. I had waited two hours for a no show, no communication and a bitchy self-absorbed sister. Tonight, I had an outfit that was killer and I was going to have fun, I wasn't going to let anyone ruin my night. I planned to get drunk, flirt a little and eat pizza which I could order here and stumble back to my room, with the plan of regret in the morning.

“Rough day?” a low voice startled me.

“You could say that,” I rolled my eyes, shooting the whiskey down my throat, letting it burn before hitting the glass on the bar like it was a shot. I was in no mood for a conversation with anyone until I had a couple more drinks.

“A woman that can handle her whiskey, I'm impressed!” the stranger chimed, amused. I hadn't glanced his way yet and I instantly regretted that I took too long to.

I was met with the most beautiful, dark chocolate eyes staring at me in admiration, his chestnut curls styled neatly; one escaped out of place resting on his forehead, a wide smile that revealed dimples. He was wildly attractive and his voice was soft with a husky tone that made me shiver. It made me feel safe somehow but also the kind of voice that would make youmelt at his every word.

“Let's just say I got it from my father,” I replied as my eyes met his, I let out a small smile. I continued to check out this gentleman sitting beside me; he was dressed up in a pitch-black Armani suit, a silver Rolex wrapped around his right wrist as he swirled the remaining whiskey in his own glass. His ivory shirt wasn't completely buttoned up and I could see his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he took a sip of the whiskey. His gaze fixed on me and a small smirk crept across his lips as he noticed me admiring him, hiding the fact, he was subtly checking me out. He flagged down the bartender and ordered us another drink each.

“You seem like trouble,” I laughed. There was a sense of dark broodiness about him.

“Trouble is my middle name,” he raised an eyebrow. If there's one thing I knew; I was going to be in trouble being in the company of a guy like that.

2

THE HOOK-UP

Before I knew it, we were making out outside my penthouse suite. His lips crashed passionately into mine as he pinned me against the wall, his hands running through my loose tousled hair and his tongue forcing on mine, fighting for control. I fumbled, trying to find my key card from my purse which made him chuckle, the feel of my hands rummaging on something that wasn’t him. I couldn’t even remember how this had started, but this was the most reckless thing I had ever done. I finally grabbed the key card that was shoved in the bottom of the bag, under the rest of the junk and pulled away slightly in an attempt to take a breath and open the door, my nerves getting the better of me. The stranger just smiled at me; breathless, darkened eyes and lips plumped in a deep crimson from our kiss, accompanied by a small smear of my red lipstick smudged around his mouth.

“I’ve never done this before,” I confessed breathlessly. I wasn’t sure why I had just blurted that out. I began to blush a little, looking away from his piercing eyes, glazed with lust, in an attempt to conceal myembarrassment.

“Oh, don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll be gentle” he teased, stroking his finger over my cheek before dragging my bottom lip down, keeping his darkened lustful eyes on it.

His features were a little dim in this hotel light but his confidence and dominance radiated, which only turned me on more. I scanned the card and flicked on the lights. Before I could say anything else, he ripped my handbag from my grip and tossed it to the side of the room, key card not long followed, as he picked me up and resumed the passion from the other side of the threshold. Lips back to mine but now met with even more force than before, his hands resting on the back of my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his waist. This stranger was intoxicating. He kicked the door closed behind him, keeping me pressed to him the whole time, not wanting to break apart.

He slowly moved his lips to my neck, with one hand running it up to my hair, grabbing my soft curls in his fist and giving a slight tug to expose my neck a little more. He was in control and my body followed his movements. He shuffled over towards the window, pressing me against it before setting me back on my feet. He was so beautiful. I had read about these kinds of men but never in my life had I encountered one until this very night.‘The Gentleman experience’my best friend Ivy had called it and bragged about many times before. This was where rich men would wait for a young woman. He would dress up in a designer suit, offering to give them a night they will remember forever. The sex was average but the chance of a spontaneous helicopter ride or a rendezvous in Paris under the stars, that’swhere the magic was. The adrenaline from a dip in the pool of the luxury lifestyle and then after the intimacy, which you get so caught up in, that sex isn’t off the table, they disappear onto the next victim, in the same place the next night. A man who didn’t want commitment but had more money than he knew what to do with.

I moaned as he began to suck a small patch on my neck, clear that he wanted to leave his mark.

“You like that?” he purred in my ear, amused by my reaction, his deep husky voice vibrating like soft music to my ears, it made my body melt within his grip.

“Yes,” I breathed, I couldn’t get any more words out. A cocky grin plastered on his face as he pulled back to look into my eyes, making sure my words and my eyes matched. You could tell everything from someone’s eyes, window to the soul and all that mumbo jumbo.

“Good girl,” he praised. I had never been praised before, it was different, it made my stomach flutter; I kind of liked it. “I know something else you’d like,” he growled, his grip on me tightening. My heart jumped out of my chest; he was driving me insane and he knew it. He placed his hands gently on my waist.

A softer touch, contrasting to the primal touch I’d briefly encountered from him. “But right now, I want to take this all in… the view.”

He took a deep breath, taking a moment before he gestured behind me at the illuminating city below. He knew the game; he was playing with me, fire me up and pause, leaving me desperately wanting more so he could drag this out all night.

“And this-” he said, taking a step back, removing his touch from me, his hands rubbing over his stubble as his eyes ran up and down my figure, like I was a statue on display in a museum. His game was good, it was working; I wanted more. This definitely wasn’t a first time for him, maybe more of a regular occurrence; the chase, the prey, but for one night I was going to play along. A woman has needs too.

His hands returned to tease me, slowly skimming across my body and caressing my cheek before working his way down. My breath caught in my throat as he continued to graze over my sensitive nipples with his fingertips, causing me to jolt. His touch sent electric sparks flying all over my body. He watched in amusement as he retraced his hands over my hourglass figure making sure he felt every curve, finishing on my ass as he cupped it, pulling me close to him so I could feel him against me. His suit pants pulled tight as his bulge swelled with arousal and he gave me a rough squeeze, pushing himself into me a little more.

“Turn around,” he instructed, a harsh tone in his voice like a drill sergeant commanding his troops. It took me by surprise but gave me a thrill at the same time. He pushed into me, his chest pressed against my back, until my torso rested on the window, his knee positioned between my legs to guide them open slightly. He was spreading me out for everyone to see. He gently swept my hair to the side as he kissed my exposed shoulder, brushing his hands softly down my arms before unzipping my dress. Deliberately, with force, he pushed thestraps down my arms allowing the velvet fabric to drop to the floor. The crumpled fabric that was now resting on the floor around me left me exposed in my black lace lingerie. My apricot curls cascading roughly down my back, rough from the fall out of the tight spirals this afternoon. He spun me around to face him, licking his lips as he displayed me in the window with the city below.

“You are so goddamn beautiful,” he complimented, I couldn’t help but blush a little, the thrill of being positioned like this aroused me even more. “Do I get a name?” he asked, “I want to moan your name as I cum inside you.”

“No names,” I chuckled; it was better if we didn’t know. “This is a one-time thing, a mystery.” I smiled and he chuckled, nodding in agreement but seeming a little disappointed.

“Shame, I guess I better make it memorable then,” his ego grew, just as the sexual tension did. He seized my jaw and crushed his lips back into mine. I removed his blazer and started to unbutton his shirt as quickly as my fingers would let me. It revealed a beautiful olive six-pack. I admired his gorgeous physical appearance, wanting to burn this into my brain.

He guided me away from the window and back to the bed, kissing my body as he gently lay me down. The electrical currents inside me ignited again as his lips grazed every inch of my skin. The scent of his cologne, Hugo Boss, intoxicated me as I inhaled, squirming beneath him. His lips felt incredible on my skin and my body knew it.

He paused as he saw my underwear soaked, with a devilish grin he peeled my black laced panties off my body and slid them slowly down my legs, flinging them to the other side of the room. He teased me a little by running a finger through my juices, feeling me before a low rumble escaped from his lips as he dove his head down and into the gap between my thighs. He kissed the skin around the area and then his lips found the part I wanted him to focus on the most, my pussy. My hands tangled in his hair, tugging at the ends as his tongue traced circles on my very sensitive clit; I wanted him to explore me.

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