Page 7 of Filthy Savage

I can’t.

Even if her age wasn’t a factor, this is not the time or the place. I’d only be taking advantage of her.

We trek toward check-in and I secure her a room, ordering the staff to move her things from the one she shared with that prick.

Once that’s done, I lead her toward the elevator and we ride up in thick silence, heading to her new room. When I scan the card and let her walk in first, her mouth pops open.

“Oh my God… It’s so huge.”

It is. And it wants inside you.

Turning away, I grunt internally, rearranging my slacks and trying to tame my raging erection, while she struts further into the two-bedroom suite with her back to me.

“I would’ve been fine in a regular room.” Her voice drifts as she stares in awe at the large living space with two cream leather sofas and a shaggy gray rug between.

This unexplainable desire to do more for her, to give her everything, overtakes me. My palms land on her shoulders, and she jolts, though remains rooted, like she enjoys my touch as much as I enjoy touching her.

I let my hands ride up and down her velvety skin, my mouth sinking across her ear. “I wanted you to have one of the best rooms in the resort. You deserve it.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, goose bumps prickling where I touch her.

That has a smirk tipping up my face. She either likes me just as much or is terrified. I prefer to think it’s the former.

A knock on the door startles her, and I reluctantly go to open it, finding a bellhop with her luggage.

“Here you are, sir.”

He rolls it inside, and I hand him a one-hundred-dollar bill.

His attention snaps between me and the money. “Thank you, sir.”

I nod and shut the door behind him.

“You’re generous.” She kneels, unzipping her luggage to remove a few shirts and pants, plus a white one-piece swimsuit.

“Try to be. They work hard.”

That has her smiling as she places all the items in the dresser, though my mind is on her in that hot little swimsuit. My cock pulses as I lean against the wall beside her, picturing her wearing it for me. Straddling me while my hands sink into that round ass.

I should convince her to take a swim with me tomorrow.

“What’s your name?” I ask, needing to know the name of the woman who’s currently occupying every dirty thought in my head.

“Um…” Her eyes dart between me and the luggage, like she has to think about whether she wants to trust me with it.

“I’m Fionn. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m…I’m Emily.” A grin gradually flashes over her soft mouth.

“That’s a pretty name.”

“Thank you. Yours too.” Her cheeks turn slightly pink as she shyly looks up at me. “Never heard that one before.”

“Yeah, it’s Irish. My parents liked the rare ones.”

“That’s nice.” I catch it as her face falls for a moment, but she erases it in an instant. “Are you close to them?”

I gnash my teeth. “My mother passed away a long time ago, but yeah, I’m close to my father and the rest of my family.”

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