Page 2 of Fateful Exposure

I shook my head with a sultry smile, closing my lips around my straw. His eyes followed the movement, and for a split second, their honey turned almost black.

He whistled, feigning hurt. "Fuck. Alright. Just tell me. What can I do to get into your panties?"

I leaned in so our faces were level. "Who says I'm wearing panties?"

His breath hitched. He wanted me. And damned if I didn't want him too.

"Let's pause the theatrics," he said in a deep baritone, the hint of cherry on his breath filling my senses. We were so close I could feel his hot breath fanning my face. "I want you, and I can see in your eyes that you want me too. Now, how about we go up to my room so I can rip those clothes off your body and make everybody a winner?"

My response was to hold his gaze while I finished my drink. I had to commend his patience as he watched me. On the outside, helooked calm and collected. But I could see the slight clenching of his jaw and the desire swirling in his eyes. Even the way he fisted his hand under the counter.

Throwing back the rest of my vodka spritz, I dropped down from the stool I was sitting on, grabbed my purse, tucked it under my arm, and straightened my dress before walking past him.

I'd always been a bold woman. It was one of the many reasons I was so successful—or had been. I found out the hard way that audaciousness was useless when paired with misplaced trust. Trusting too much and too hard eventually led to my downfall.

I stopped halfway to the exit, swung on my heel to look at him, and smiled. "Well? What's your room number?"

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"When you said you weren't wearing panties, I really thought you were joking."

Mystery Man was touching me in very nice places. He'd thrown me on the bed quite roughly and hadn't given me a second to catch my breath before he slammed his lips to mine. I kissed him back with equal fervor, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He had two fingers inside me and was flickering the tips in a manner that made my eyes roll to the back of my head. I let out a shameless moan, not caring that I sounded like a goat choking on a thick piece of grass.

"Hurry," I breathed, lifting my hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers. "Take off your shirt."

He dragged his fingers out of me begrudgingly to acquiesce, and I took the opportunity to pull my dress over my head, leaving only my bra. My body was a mess of stimulation, and desire burned between us like an erupting volcano.

"No." He shook his head when I reached behind me to unclamp my bra. "Don't take it off. Fuck. You have no idea what you do to me."

He was completely naked now, but I couldn't focus on anything other than this face. His honey eyes burned with a fire that promised to consume me, and when he touched my cheek, it was with a certain delicacy that surprised me, almost like he was trying to be careful so as not to break me.

Which was weird because this was a fucking one-night stand, and delicate was not a word that should be placed in the same sentence with it.

"Shut up and kiss me." I dragged him down to connect our lips, moaning when his tongue slipped inside my mouth.

He stroked my mouth with his tongue as one strong hand grabbed my cheek. "You've got the most amazing tits. They remind me of peaches." He trailed his fingers down my neck to cover one of my breasts, and when he gave the sensitive globe a rough squeeze, I jerked away to gasp.

"So sensitive," he murmured against my lips. "I wonder what would happen if I pinched your nipple."

He did just that through my lace bra, and I let out a pleasurable sob.

"Hmm, yes. You're easy to please, peaches." A kiss. "You know what I like most about seeing a great pair of breasts in a bra?" Another pinch. "It's the thrilling anticipation of knowing what rests underneath. The expectation that tickles your pickle as you imagine the shape, size, and color."

I was a whimpering mess of nerves. His words faded into the background as the sensation of his fingers pinching, kneeling, and squeezing filled my senses. It was all so wicked, and I loved it.

"Please," I rasped, looking up at him from under my lashes. "Touch me."

Mystery Man chuckled under his breath, the guttural sound reverberating through the room. "You're a needy little thing, aren't you?"

Every touch left me begging for more. Shame had long deserted me. This man had taken classes in Female Pleasure 101 and passed with distinction. He didn't know it, but he was exactly what I needed.

He kissed me again, hard and deep, before throwing my hands above my head and holding them there with one of his. Hewas already positioned between my parted legs, his free hand traveling down my midriff to the aching pool between my legs.

Anticipation coiled within me like tendrils as fire pooled in my lower abdomen. I was already panting before I felt his fingers flick my pulsing clit. A sudden scream escaped my mouth at precisely the same time a low grunt flew out of his.

"Ah. A screamer. Just my luck." He smirked, adding pressure to my clit. "Go on, peaches. Scream."

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