Page 39 of Make You Mine

She turns her attention toward me and, thankfully, he gets the hint to leave us.

“So tell me more about those thoughts you were having, Mr…”

Ashley stops her sentence like a question, and I answer honestly, wanting to hear my real name on her lips tonight. “Manning. Trent Manning.”

A smile breaks across her face, no doubt remembering how we used to role-play back when we were coming to the hotel every Friday night. I would use my brother’s ID and name when we were there. It turned into a game after the first few times, pretending to be people we weren’t, to be strangers with no baggage holding us down. She went by the name Maggie, which was on her fake ID. It’s also the name she used as her alias when she was working at Masqued.

“So…Trent, tell me more about these thoughts you’re having.”

There she goes, biting that damn lip again.

With a devilish smirk, I reach for her chair, grabbing under her seat to drag the chair closer to me. Ashley lets out a little gasp, followed by a sweet giggle. I lean in, letting my breath skate across her shoulder as I move in close to her ear.

“I’m thinking about how it's been too fucking long. I’m thinking of taking you back to my room, pushing that dress up over your hips, and sinking so deep inside you that you not only forget your husband’s name, but your own as well.”

My gaze flicks down when she moans quietly, a sound only for me to hear, and I see the way her nipples pebble through the thin satin of her dress.

“I know you’ll be dripping wet and ready for me, and there’s no one else whose body is made for mine the way yours is…and you want to know how?”

She swallows, reluctantly nodding. Almost like she’s scared of the answer.

“Because I haven’t even considered someone else.”

Ashley’s head snaps back, blue eyes boring into my green ones. “Wha-what are you saying, Trent?”

I smile, nodding. She knows what I’m saying. “My hand and I have been very acquainted the past three years, and you’ll have to forgive me for how fast I come once I get inside that pretty pussy.”

Ashley’s hand flies to her chest, lips parting as she stares at me with widened eyes.

“You haven’t been with anyone else?”

“In my mind, I’m a taken man. I’ve been committed to one person for the past four years. She may be married to someone else, but my heart and soul didn’t get that memo...” I move my body closer to her and whisper, “Neither did my cock.”

She stares at me for a moment, then pushes her chair away from the bar and stands abruptly. It makes me nervous for a moment, and I reach out to grab her hip, thinking she might be about to run away or something.

Shit, is she upset right now?

“Get up,” she demands, and I’m totally thrown off by this reaction.

“Why?” I ask, brow pinched as I search her expression.

“Because you aren’t waiting another second, and neither am I.” She turns on her heel, sashaying toward the elevator, and my heart thuds a powerful beat against my ribs.

Ashley

Trent selects the number two on the elevator, and the second the doors shut, I push him into the side wall, pressing my petite body to his large, hard one. His arms immediatelyembrace me, holding me like he doesn’t ever want to let me go.

“You can’t just drop something like that on me and expect me not to react,” I say breathily, staring at his lips.

“Maybe that’s what I was hoping for, baby. After all, I am pretty…pent up.” He smirks, and my knees weaken when he presses his hard cock into my stomach.

I can’t hold back any longer. Pulling him down to me, my mouth meets his with an aching need only he brings out in me. Our lips barely touch before my tongue is twisting with his. When one of my legs arches over his hip, Trent’s hand instinctively slides under the fabric of my dress, pulling me in closer. My core grinds against his thick cock, already hard for me, and a moan escapes from my lips at the same time the elevator dings, letting us know we are on our floor.

Trent slides my dress up enough to pull my other leg around him. “Bury your head into my neck. I’ll carry you, Doll.”

We are being a hell of a lot riskier tonight than we ever were in the past, but I can’t find it in me to worry about it.

It doesn’t take us long to get to our room. Trent shifts my weight to one of his arms, digging the key out of his pocket with his other.

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