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The sound echoes in my chest, but instead of pride, my heart aches with guilt. Sitting up straight, I wait for her gaze to meet mine. A groove appears between her eyebrows as I search for words.

I smooth the depression on her brow with a thumb. “I’m sorry.”

With eyes as round as saucers, she opens her mouth in a perfect circle.

Grinning, I tuck a finger under her chin and lift it to close her lips.

They curve up as she offers, “You’ve officially shocked me beyond words.”

I dust my lips on hers trying to capture her amusement. It feeds my soul with joy, a first for me.

Running my knuckles along her jaw, I explain, “What you saw earlier outside the restrooms seemed different than what was really going on. I apologize for leading you on. Sabrina isn’t a fan, but her wife is. She was waiting to use the facility as I approached to meet you. She recognized me and asked for an autograph for her wife.”

Maria tilts her head to the right, one finger tapping her cheek. Disbelief drips from each of her words as she enunciates them, “On her ass crack?”

I bite my lower lip to contain a chuckle and throw my hands up, palms facing her. “Not sure how you’ll react right now if I burst out laughing. Please be kind if I do.” I snicker. “But that’s exactly what I did then. I laughed my head off at the idea.” I shrug. “Turns out, Sabrina’s wife is crazy about her butt.”

Maria squeezes her eyes shut while a rosy stain spreads over her cheeks. She covers them with her hands, shaking her head. Muffled chuckles escape through her fingers. The car slows to a stop in front of her hotel, and she drops her hands to her lap.

I slant my head toward the revolving door, holding her stare and my breath.

She traces my lips with her index finger, a sinful smile playing on her face. “You promised me a night of passion and pleasure, remember?”

I trap her finger between my teeth, grinning like a big cat who’s just caught his favorite meal. “That I did. And I always deliver on my promises.”

The ride to her suite on the thirty-fifth floor takes forever because I choose not to put on a show for the security camera inside the elevator. Except for the fingers I wrap around her nape because I need to feel her skin under mine. Her fast breathing matches mine and the throbbing vein on the side of her neck beats in sync with my erection.

By the time she unlocks the double doors, we’re heaving like we’ve just finished a fucking marathon. I kick the doors close behind me, framing her cheeks in my palms and claiming her lips. She yanks at my hair, grunting as I walk us through the foyer and living room, while sucking at her tongue. When her ass hits the back of the couch, we stop moving to strip each other’s clothes. I work the invisible zipper on her side as she unbuttons my pants. She wiggles out of her dress, the sequins shimmer under the dim lights. I step out of the pants circling my ankles as I pull the Henley over my head, flinging it behind me. We toe off our shoes and stand still, scanning each other’s bodies.

She glides her palms over my chest, tweaking my nipples. I hiss and try to reciprocate. She escapes my hands and laughs as she skirts the sofa.

“Sit here.” Gesturing to the pearl-colored cushions, she glances at the full erection tenting my underwear and licks her lips. “My turn now.”

I rub a palm on my cock over the silk fabric to calm it down and grit my teeth. “This carpet will burn your knees. Which one’s your bedroom?” I point a thumb over my shoulder toward the three doors behind me.

A light glints in her eyes transforming her expression, giving an ethereal quality to her gorgeous face. “Not what I expected,” she utters under her breath as she strolls by, unclasping her bra.

After retrieving my wallet from the inside pocket of my jacket, I follow her lead. My eyes remain glued to her swaying hips and naked butt as she climbs the king-size bed and kneels on the black and white bedspread.

I fish the packets of condoms from the wallet and toss them on the nightstand before settling on the bed and leaning against the leather-cushioned headboard.

With a wicked grin, she crawls toward me, resting her hands on my knees and sitting on her heels.

She hurls my earlier words back at me, “Spread your legs. Show me how ready you are.”

Two can play this game. Comfortable giving her the illusion she’s in control, I hook my fingers on the sides of my underwear. I lift my butt, sliding the boxer briefs down my legs. She catches them, drops them by the side of the bed, and wraps her fingers around the base of my shaft. It wiggles as her lips approach the crown, where her speared tongue presses against the droplets of pre-cum.

“Fuck!” I drop my head back, shutting my eyes tight to avoid an embarrassing early ejaculation.

Her hot breath envelops me when she sheaths my cock, licking and sucking me with abandon. She bobs her head, squeezes my dick, and cradles my sac. I thrust up as her mouth slides down. When my erection hits the back, she relaxes her muscles to allow me down her throat. As I pump my hips to her rhythm, she hums around my flesh.

“God!” I grunt as dark spots cloud my vision. Unable to yank at her pixie hair, I grab her shoulders with both hands. “Stop. Please. I don’t want to come inside your throat tonight.”

Blinking, she shifts her gaze to my face with a bewildered expression on hers. My heart crumbles at the sight. What kind of selfish cavemen has she been with in her life?

I cup her cheeks, bringing her close, meeting her halfway. I press my lips on hers, licking my essence.

Leaning my forehead against hers, I explain, “It’s the first time I’ll come inside you. I want it to be good for you as well.” She shakes her head and a single tear drips from the corner of her eye, rolling down her cheek. I collect it with my thumb. After sucking my finger dry, I demand with a wink. “None of that. Not even tears of joy. Promise?”

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