Page 4 of One Hot Chase

Undeterred, he pulls out three hundred-pound notes. "Then bring us the entire bottle. Keep the change."

The waiter's eyes flare wide briefly, then he nods and hurries off to fetch the vodka.

Yeah, I'm taken aback by the man's generous tip too.

But then the sexy jerk nuzzles my neck, sending waves of desire pulsating through my body. I melt into his embrace. If only he didn't smell so irresistibly yummy...

The waiter returns quickly, placing a bottle of vodka and two tumblers on the table. They young man hesitates, as if he wants to ask whether we want him to open the bottle, but ultimately decides against it. He scurries off to attend to other customers.

My mysterious companion slides his hand down my thigh and slips it under my dress. As his long fingers gently caress my mound, I inhale sharply and squirm on the bench. He moves his hand inside my panties to cup me intimately, making me gasp again. With one hand still covering my mound, he deftly opens the vodka bottle and pours a generous amount into each tumbler.

Then he hands me a glass. "Vodka should be savored in small sips to let the flavor and the fiery sensation gradually take hold and suffuse your senses."

"Uh, sure," I reply, struggling to regain control of my wits while his hand still rests on my intimate areas and the soft, alluring tone of his voice is driving me out of my mind.

"Take a sip, love."

I wrap my fingers around the glass and lift it to my mouth. The aroma of cream and pepper with a hint of whisky teases my senses. As I tilt the glass back and let the liquid glide over my tongue, I taste notes of freshly baked bread, creamy sweetness, honey, and a touch of citrus. The intense combination of flavors and aromas awakens all my senses and every part of my body. But I can't solely blame the vodka for that. The man whose hand is inside my panties deserves some credit too.

He sips from his own glass and moans with pleasure before nibbling on my earlobe. "Now, darling, it's time for you to come, right here in this booth."

Chapter Two

Declan

This woman is driving me mad. The sweet scent of her, the softness of her skin, that beautiful face, and her sensual body make it impossible for me to resist my lust for her any longer. Should I shag her right here in this bar? Probably not, but I couldn't care less about what's proper or socially acceptable. For too long, I've followed the rules and tried to behave like a respectable gentleman. But I'm done with that rubbish. What has playing by the rules ever gotten me? Nowhere I wanted to be, that's for sure.

My hand is still nestled inside this woman's knickers, and yet I have no idea what her name is. It's better this way. She can't accuse me of any sort of wrongdoing if she has no idea who I am. Never have I engaged in such a scandalous act with a stranger, right here in a posh bar at a luxury hotel, where anyone might catch us in the act.

The most breathtaking woman I've ever seen aims her surprised gaze at me at me. "You aren't really going to do this, are you? Not here in a public place."

"Of course I'll do it." To prove my point, I trace the outline of her lips with my finger. The sensation of her slick flesh against my palm makes me even randier than I was a moment ago. But she doesn't seem to notice my heightened state of arousal. "Now, darling, I'm going to kiss you while I pleasure you with my fingers."

Her breaths accelerate, becoming rapid gasps as her chest rises and falls heavily. She takes a swig from her glass of vodka which causes her to cough.

"Try not to spew all over me, darling. Unless we're naked, and I'm spraying my cum all over your lovely body."

"I-I can't do this. Not here."

"We should enjoy a kiss first, then. Afterward, you can decide whether you want to admit that I've made you so randy that you would let the waiter fuck you on this table while I watch."

I seal my lips over hers before she has a chance to protest. The ginger-haired goddess remains frozen for a brief moment, then surrenders with a soft moan as she melts against me.

This woman has pushed me to the brink of madness, igniting a wild desire within me driven by sheer primal hunger. Never before have I behaved so recklessly. I might not be the most honorable bloke, but even I have my limits. Yet with her, I've thrown away all the rules I crafted for myself.

As I push my tongue between her lips, a deep groan rumbles out of me, and I revel in the velvety texture of her flesh. The goddess exhales a moan while I begin to pet and stroke her drenched folds, exploring every millimeter of her mouth. The air around us becomes infused with her sweet essence, making my cock twitch as if it's impatient to feel her wetness wrapped around it.

Bloody hell, I'm raring to go too.

I savor the feel of her soft, velvety tongue entwined with mine whilst she releases another soft moan. I trace my fingers along her delicate folds, determined to explore every inch of her mouth and taste her in every way possible even while my hand grows slicker and coats my fingers. Our private space has become redolent with the intoxicating aroma of her arousal. My own desire is swelling too along with my cock. I can't wait any longer. I need to be inside her now.

But I won't do that until we are alone in my suite.

She clings to my coat lapels, dragging me closer until our chests are pressed together. With one hand, I cradle her nape and tilt it back slightly, exposing the sensitive skin of her throat. How does she taste so incredible? It's more than just the vodka we've been drinking. I can't explain the intense attraction I feel for this mysterious woman.

I brush my thumb over her clit.

She jerks and gasps.

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