Page 5 of Power Play

She kissed me, pushing me back against the mirrored wall. Her mouth tasted like champagne and her body felt perfect against mine. Curves in the best places. I wrapped my hands around her waist, my fingers sweeping over her ass. The door binged and she stepped back.

Her eyes were steely as she nodded.

“I’m sure,” she said.

“You’re not drunk? Promise you’re not drunk, Kit,” I said, pressing a kiss into her neck.

“I’m drunk on something, but it’s not alcohol.”

I was young. I was half in love, completely in lust. The world had opened itself up to me like a ripe melon and it justmade sense that this woman, this beautiful, smart, funny, clever woman would want to sleep with me.

Everything made total sense.

I walked her backwards out of the elevator. She lifted the champagne bottle and took another sip and then pressed the bottle to my lips. I took a messy sip that sent champagne down over our bodies.

“Whoops,” she said, and I kissed the sweet drops of liquid off the skin of her breasts. Her breath catching in her throat was music to my ears. Her nipples under that fancy red dress were hard and as I walked her backward down the hallway, I slipped a finger down her bodice and brushed her nipple. I groaned. She gasped.

She looked around like people might be watching. But the hallway was empty, I’d made sure. I pressed her up against the door and swiped my key card.

The door opened and she would have fallen in, but I caught her, spun her into the room and shut the door behind us. I flipped on the light, but she immediately flipped it off.

“Like this,” she said, and her hands pushed the coat off my shoulders. Her fingers traced the muscles of my arms from my shoulders to my wrists. I twined our fingers and kissed her knuckles. Her fingertips. Her wrist. Her neck. The soft skin beneath her ear. She moaned and sucked in air. I cupped her breast through the satin of that dress, my thumb finding the hard bead of her nipple and stroking it. I licked her collarbone. Mouthed the edge of her jaw line. She was delicious. I could eat every part of her all day long.

I stepped us from the door towards the bed, stopping to grab a condom from my bag. I was currently in the longest dry spell of my life. But I always packed the condoms with a hopeful heart and I thanked past me for his foresight.

“Where’s the zipper?” I whispered against her mouth when we hit the foot of the bed.

“Here,” she said and turned, giving me her back. She pulled her hair out of the way and bent her head. The moonlight coming through the window turned her skin to something out of a movie. She practically glowed.

I unzipped her dress, kissing my way down her spine. The dress fell from her body, revealing a black thong and no bra.

“Fuck. Me,” I breathed.

“Okay,” she said, turning back around. “You have too many clothes on.” She reached for my zipper. I liked a woman who knew what she wanted and I lifted my hands out of the way while she undid my fancy trousers and cupped me through the fine cotton of the barely-there underwear I was wearing under the expensive suit.

She hummed in her throat and squeezed me. I hissed, the blood pounding in my cock.

“This is the part where I say I never do this kind of thing,” she whispered.

“But you’re doing it with me,” I said, meeting her gaze.

“But I’m doing it with you. Hurry,” she whispered, and I’d never been so happy to comply. First round would be fast. Hard. I’d show her all my tricks the second round.

I shoved my underwear down and opened the condom wrapper with my teeth.

“Lie back,” I said. Her body stretched out in a pool of moonlight but her face was in the shadows by the pillows. I pulled down her underwear and slipped my fingers between her legs. She was wet and hot, and when my thumb brushed her clit she nearly shot off the bed. Yes. I thought.

This was going to be amazing.

Maybe breakfast in the morning? I’d find out where she lived. Maybe we could set something up in the off season. Somethingcasual. Fun. I hadn’t even had her yet and I knew once wouldn’t be enough.

I crawled up her body, kissing her knees, her thighs, I got between her legs, and she pulled me up. “Liam, I want you so bad.”

I felt the same urgency. I kissed her tits, hidden in the shadows, pulled a nipple into my mouth as I reached between us to notch my cock to the dripping sweet entrance of her body.

“Oh, fuck, Kit. You’re so tight.”

“You feel so good. So good,” she muttered, her neck arched, her head back as her fingers dug into my shoulders.

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