Page 7 of Stuck On Them

“I’m in one of the executive rooms on the fortieth floor.” Ryker laced his fingers with mine as we walked toward the exit. His grip was strong but gentle, reassuring me as we made our way to the door.

I trailed behind slightly and tugged on his hand, looking back over my shoulder at the bar. “Don’t we need to pay?”

“He’ll charge it to my room.” He fell into step beside me and let go of my hand, opting to put his hand around my waist and pull me against his side. I leaned into him, our strides syncing together in a comfortable rhythm.

There were so many questions I wanted to ask him, but we were headed upstairs to have sex and I didn’t want to kill the mood. Although, if my nipple hair word vomit didn’t scare him off, asking him what he did for a living and where he was from probably wouldn’t.

I should have asked Nora what the typical protocol was for hookups. Was I supposed to give him my number when we finished? Did I spend the night? Were we supposed to discuss what we liked and didn’t like first?

Even without those worries, I had the unease of wondering if there might be something wrong with me in the bedroom. I hadn’t had sex with my ex for at least six weeks before I caught him with someone else, and even before then, it wasn’t anything to shout about from the mountaintops.

We walked past the bank of elevators to a small reception area with a security guard at the desk. He smiled at me and Ryker and then a large ornate door next to him automatically opened.

The door led to a sitting area with leather couches and chairs, and a massive chandelier hanging in the center. We approached a bank of four elevators, their golden doors gleaming.

I gulped as my chest tightened and my palms started to sweat. “Wow, this is fancy.” I looked at each of the elevators since the one he scanned his card for was taking its sweet time. “Can’t we use one of the other ones?”

“The other three go to the penthouse floors. This goes to the two executive levels.” He brushed his lips against the shell of my ear. “You’re trembling.”

I blew out a shaky breath. “What if-” I was saved from the embarrassment of confessing my worries by the elevator sliding open with a ding.

He led me inside and before I could get more nervous, he had me against the cool mirrored wall, his lips meeting mine for the first time.

His kiss was gentler than expected, and I slid my hands from where they’d landed on his biceps to his waist.

My touch was the catalyst he needed to dig his fingers into my hair and tilt my head to deepen the kiss. I didn’t think I’d ever been kissed with so much passion. I opened my mouth when his tongue pressed against my lips. There was no going back now.

All of my nerves went out the window, and I was left with a burning ache between my legs. If his kiss was any indication of his skills in the bedroom, by the end of the night I was going to forget all about my shit show of a life.

He broke the kiss and I groaned, not wanting to stop, but also grateful for the break to breathe. His lips traveled down my jaw to my neck, and my body thrummed in appreciation.

“The elevator.” I gasped as he nipped at my sensitive skin. “Room.”

“Mm.” He didn’t reach for the elevator button. Instead, he lifted me, my legs wrapping around him of their own accord. My purse slid off my shoulder and hit the floor, but all of my thoughts were on how soft his sweater felt on my thighs and his hands on my ass.

The elevator doors started to close but then popped back open as two men walked in. I attempted to unwrap myself from Ryker, but he held me tighter,

“What floor do you two need?” A man with tattoos covering his forearms and running under his rolled-up sleeves pressed a button and the doors slid closed.

“Forty.” Ryker kissed me again, distracting me momentarily from the fact that we had an audience.

Heat raced across every inch of my skin, not just from feeling the warmth of his body through my increasingly wet panties, but from the eyes I knew were on us.

One of his hands let me go, but I didn’t attempt to escape again. I was too far gone with my lust to care about our very blatant PDA. My thighs squeezed around him as he kneaded my breast through my dress.

He kissed down to my neck again, and I opened my eyes to find the two men watching us with lust-filled gazes. I’d never felt so uninhibited and desired in all my life.

Ryker moved up to suck my earlobe, his warm breath tickling my skin as he breathed heavily. “Do you want me to stop?” His fingers brushed the swell of my breast at the V of my neckline.

“Don’t stop.” The elevator was just about to its destination, so how much further could it really get?

I quickly got my answer when Ryker pulled the top of my dress and bra down and took my nipple into his mouth. The man without the tattoos on his arms brought his hand to his lips, rubbing his bottom one with his index finger as he watched.

Was I into this? My body certainly was as my hunger ratcheted up another notch, my core aching to be touched.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. Both men hesitated for a moment before stepping out. Tattoo man looked back over his shoulder and gave me a smoldering look and wink before the doors shut.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. I’d been holding it in the whole minute we’d been in the elevator. “What just happened?”

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