Page 17 of Accidental Fiancé

I might be reading this all wrong so I offered, “We don’t have to?—"

Maggie launched at me, her fingers clasping at my collar again. She pulled me down for another kiss. I was definitelynotreading this wrong.

I spun her around and pushed her to the wall, a hand on either side of her head to cage her in as we kissed. The doors opened just in time otherwise I would have stopped the elevator and taken her right then and there.

The hallway was a fever dream of kissing and groping one another. I pressed her to the wall with my body, my hand sliding under her dress while I bit her neck. She groaned and arched herself into my palm.

God, I couldn’t get enough of her.

But at this rate, we were going to get arrested, so I dragged myself from her and went down the hall, searching for my suite. Maggie came up behind me and grabbed my ass as I tried to unlock the door. It finally unlatched, and I led us inside the dark penthouse.

Chapter 7

Maggie

I’d never done anything like this before. Not that I was a virgin by any means but going to a man’s hotel room was one of those things that should have set off alarm bells in my brain. Every woman knows better. My instincts should have told me to run, that no good could come from being trapped with a strange man.

Except this was no stranger. This was Julian Black, an old friend. An old friend who just happened to have his tongue in my mouth and told me I was beautiful.

He didn’t have to say that to me. It wasn’t as if Chloe and the others could hear him say it—we were too far away from them, and the music was loud. It wasn’t so much that he said it—guys say that kind of thing all the time to get in your pants—but it wasn’t like that. The dead serious tone and the look in his eyes told me he meant it.

Julian wanted me, and there was no more addictive feeling in the world than being wanted.

The lights from the city below illuminated his handsome face. He backed me against the wall next to the suite’s door and guided my leg around his to grind on me as we kissed. The seam of his pants drove against my clit. The moment I’d felt hiserection when we danced, my mind shorted out. I knew then that he wasn’t putting on a show. And now I couldn’t think straight.

Everything went hazy as he pulled my dress up my thigh, baring my skin to his touch. He pulled back just enough to say, “This dress should be illegal.”

I panted and tried to make sense of his words. “Huh?”

“I can’t keep my hands off of you.” He pressed his lips to mine, his heat burning through me like a wildfire. When his mouth traveled down my throat to my cleavage, I arched into him, silently begging for more. But he moved down further, releasing my leg to kneel in front of me. Without another word, he lifted my dress over his head, placing that same leg over his shoulder.

My breaths became quick and ragged as his fingers slid my underwear out of the way of his mouth. His thumb tortured me with slow circles around my clit, and I pulled my dress up and out of the way to dig my fingers into his hair. But he paid me no mind, intent on his target as he dove forward. I was so wet already that I thought he might drown. He nipped at my swollen clit before sucking me into his mouth long enough to make my back bow.

He dragged his tongue over me, savoring the taste as if I was his personal ice cream cone. My nails dug into his scalp as I arched my back. That spurred him on, his tongue rolling over me again and again at my tempo. I rocked against his face as my core pulsed.

I hissed, “I’m close!”

He redoubled his efforts, and I lost myself in my climax, moaning curses and his name at the same time. When it began to subside, he set my leg back on the ground then stood for another kiss, sending jolts of electricity through me. My flavor on his tongue made me lose all capacity for thought or reason.

“You taste better than I could have dreamed,” Julian rasped. “If I don’t get you splayed out on my bed soon, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

“Then we’d better get to it.”

A chuckle came from his throat before guiding me to the bedroom. The penthouse was lovely—gleaming wood, gold accents, ivory encased furniture, plush rugs—much like the rest of the hotel. But the bedroom was what set it apart. The massive, four-poster king bed sat on a platform in the middle of the space, inviting and imposing. But what caught my eye was an enormous sunken tub next to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city.

Julian pulled me into his arms then turned me to face the window and the tub. “Would you let me fuck you pressed up against that window, in front of the whole city? I know how much you like putting on a show.”

My center clenched at the thought as I whispered, “Yes.”

To my dismay, he left me standing on weak knees to close the automated blind. A panel slid across the windows, making it look like a solid wall as Julian shook his head. “I’m done putting on a show. I’d rather see one instead. Take off your clothes.”

I shimmied free of my dress and enjoyed hearing him hold his breath as he looked me up and down. My black bra and panties weren’t meant for more than comfort, but he seemed to appreciate them.

“More.” A quiet demand.

My heart kicked up as I pulled them off. Would he still think I was beautiful after he saw me completely naked?

He strode over, unbuttoning his shirt as he cut through the room. The more skin he revealed, the more my mind went blank. He pulled his shirt off, standing before me in only his pants, his muscles rippling with every breath. His lips curled into a mischievous grin. “On the bed.”

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