Page 31 of One Last Chance

I wonder what he’s thinking?

It’s not long before the cab driver stops in front of Vixen Lodge, and a bellboy is there to open my door. Before I can pay the driver, Domenic is reaching over and handing him cash.

“I got this.”

“Thank you.”

Exiting the cab, I wait for Domenic as he walks around the car to me.

“Mr. Reed, it’s a great pleasure to have you here. If you need anything during your stay, just ask. Whatever you need,” the bellboy adds excitedly.

“Thanks, but I have all I need right here,” Domenic answers looking at me, his eyes filled with lust, and what else?Love?

The heat I felt before between my thighs begins to burn when I see the need in his eyes, which is causing goosebumps to cover my skin.

My thighs squeeze together to simmer the ache that’s begun.

“Of course, you do. The name’s Henry… if you do happen to need anything.”

Domenic doesn’t reply. He locks his hand in mine and leads us through the lobby doors and inside the lodge.

We turn the corner to the elevators, and once he presses the button, he pulls me in front of him, so my back is against his chest.

His hardness digs into my lower back, and I push up against him to tease him some more. Feeling his intake of breath, I smile to myself, knowing that he’s as hot for me as I am for him.

Domenic leans down, his hot breath washing over my ear. “What floor?”

Swallowing hard, I am feeling nervous and excited all at the same time. My heart beats loudly in my ears, and I answer breathlessly, “Twelve.”

“Twelve it is,” he replies as he kisses me just under my ear before the elevator doors open, and he leads me inside, pressing on the number twelve.

My eyes take him in as he concentrates on the numbers moving above the elevator doors.

He’s wearing washed-out denim jeans that are snug on his firm butt, his legs standing slightly apart and leading down to his Nike sneakers.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

I know I shouldn’t.

But right now, I want him, and the rest I’ll deal with tomorrow.

Domenic turns and leans up against the wall, and we stare at each other, drinking in one another. The air between us is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

The lust in his eyes has me moaning inwardly, growing impatient to have him inside of me. I know I’ll regret this in the morning, but right now, Domenic is all that matters.

When the elevator announces we have arrived on my floor, he smirks and holds out his hand to me. Accepting it, I follow behind him.

“Which room?” he asks over his shoulder.

“Twelve twenty-two.”

He nods then as we reach the door. I pull out my room card from my bag and swipe the card into the door until the green light flashes. Domenic pushes the door open and holds the door for me as we enter. Taking small steps toward the bed, I turn to face him as he walks toward me seductively.

All the air vanishes from the room when I see the hunger in his eyes.

Nerves hit me in the pit of my stomach, and I ask, “Do you want a beer?”

He shakes his head.

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