Page 81 of Fractured Rhythm

“Bash. We aren’t alone,” she said, her hand on my chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt.

“We will be soon.”

Her shallow breathing filled my head and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her. I swallowed her soft gasp as I gripped her ass, pressing her against my aching cock. It felt like it’d been days since I’d been inside her, even though it’d only been this morning.

Fuck. That felt so long ago.

Finally, the elevator slowed and opened up onto our floor. Bud stepped aside, and I tugged Cassie down the hallway to our suite.

“Have a good night, sir and miss,” Bud called out, a faint trace of humor in his tone.

“Oh my god, Bash. Was that necessary?” she asked as I pressed my keycard against the door and pushed it open.

“Yes. Yes, it was. You started this with your tongue, and now I’m going to end it,” I growled in her ear before I bit down. She shook against me as I licked the spot I’d just nibbled on. It never failed to drive her crazy, and after tonight, I was going to torture her until she was begging to come. Served her fucking right.

“I’d love another drink,” she said, her hand trailing down the front of my shirt, toying with the hem before she slipped her fingers under the thin fabric to touch my abs.

They tightened under her nails and my cock pressed against my zipper. The imprint of the teeth was probably on my skin I needed her so badly.

“I have a better use for your mouth.”

“Whoa, dirty talker,” she said with a shocked laugh.

“I meant you’ll be too busy screaming my name—with your mouth. Now, who has the dirtier mind,” I teased back.

“I guess a drink can wait,” she said, pushing me toward the bed.

I put my hands under her ass and lifted her. Her legs instantly locked around my hips as I turned and walked toward the oversized mattress. I climbed on the bed with her in my arms and lowered her to the comforter.

“That’s so fucking hot,” she murmured against my lips.

“It’ll get better,” I said before I deepened the kiss, licking inside of her mouth and tangling my tongue with hers.

“Arms over your head, and don’t move them,” I said in between kisses, and she instantly released her grip on my shoulders to do as I requested.

“You looked hot as hell tonight. Did I tell you that already?” I asked as I shifted down her body and pushed her shirt up slowly, exposing every inch of her luscious skin to my gaze.

“Yes,” she whispered, lifting her head so I could pull her sleeveless top free.

Her breathing was labored, her breasts rising and falling under the soft fabric of her bra. Her nipples were hard points under the almost transparent material, and I leaned in, sucking one tip into my mouth.

Her hands anchored in my hair, holding me close, and I lifted my head.

“I told you not to move,” I said, groaning as she licked her lips, and put her hands back over her head, arching her body toward me, her breasts toward my mouth.

I reached under her back and popped the clasp. I pulled her bra up her arms but left it tangled over her head, locking her arms in place.

“I could tie you to the bed, but there are no bedposts, so stay just like that,” I said before I leaned down and took her bare breast into my mouth, sucking lightly on the pebbled tip, rolling my tongue over her flesh.

“Oh god.”

“Umm, it’s actually Bash,” I teased before moving to torture her other breast.

“So not the time for jokes,” she moaned, her hips shifting under my weight.

I chuckled against her skin before I kissed my way down her stomach, with a few well-placed nips that made her squirm. My knees hit the floor, and I pressed my hard cock against the edge of the bed for some relief. Fuck. I needed to get on with it before I lost all control.

I sat back on my heels and traced along the edge of her jeans with my thumb, popping the button and slowly lowering the zipper.

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