Page 75 of Wildly Inappropriate

I laugh at that. Of course JT knew his name was Andrew. JT’s the kind of guy who remembers everyone’s names and calls them by it just to make them feel good about themselves.

We reach the elevator bank without running into anyone we know, which I’m sure is a real letdown for JT. He’s put a lot of thought into making this as close as he can to our first night without making me go hungry. His PA even called the hotel to request he be put in the exact same room as last time. He told me we had to “save ourselves” for tonight. Whatever that means. Whatever it is, it didn’t stop us from hooking up in the room a couple of times since arriving yesterday. Sometimes it’s hard to remember JT hasn’t been in a real relationship in a long time, but then there are times like tonight when it’s clear he’s outside of his comfort zone: He put in waaay more thought than was necessary for drinks and dinner.

I take in a deep breath as we wait for the elevator to arrive, laughing when I realize that was exactly what I’d done the first time too. Instead of kissing me to piss off Andrew, though, this time JT rests his chin on my head and says, “I’m sorry about dinner.”

“Why?” I ask.

“It really got off track. I was hoping for a fun night where we argue a bit before coming back to our room and fucking like there is no tomorrow. I didn’t mean to bring up such heavy topics.”

“I’m glad you did. You can always talk to me about those things, and youshouldtalk to me about it when it involves us. That’s what it means to be in a relationship with someone. We help each other carry our baggage.”

“You know, Kelsey gave me that same speech to convince me to tell her about my feelings for you, and I’m pretty sure she just made my baggage heavier. Like she added rocks to it or something.”

“Really?”

He seems to consider it, and as we reach our floor, I feel him shake his head. “Damn it. No. I feel lighter than I have in a really long time. Shit. Don’t tell Kelsey she was right.”

“I wouldnever,” I say as I pull him out of the elevator, stopping just outside the doors.

“You’re going to text her the minute you’re alone, aren’t you?”

“The whole group chat.”

“She’ll never let me live it down,” he says before capturing my lips with his. JT slides his hands down my legs, stopping the movement when he reaches the hem of my dress. He slips his hands back up, under the fabric this time, but seems to stop himself, moving them slightly lower before picking me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, conscious of the fact that my dress is not covering everything that should be covered.

“Fuck,” he says, pretending to be upset. “No one else gets to see that. Come on. You and your sexy little dress need to be in our room now before we give the whole floor a show.”

I laugh as he drops me to my feet before grabbing my hand and yanking me down the hallway, his long strides eating up the space between us and our hotel room. He slides the key card out of his back pocket and slows down just enough to scan it before he shoves into the room.

Just like before, he wastes no time in spinning around and trapping me against the door. Except this time, instead of promising to forever be annoyed by me, he says, “I think I’m falling for you, Lila. I don’t know what next week will bring, but I want to be with you.”

If I wasn’t sure before that I was falling in love with JT Johnson, that right there would have done it. I know I can’t rush him, and I need to give him time to deal with all these new feelings and experiences, but he has burrowed his way into my heart, and I never want to let him go. Based on the way my body reacts to his statement, I’m not sure I could let him go even if I wanted to.

“Me too, JT. I’m falling for you too,” I say before standing on my tiptoes so I can press my mouth to his. His lips meet mine in a fiery collision, stoking the warmth in my heart into a blazing inferno that burns through me, body and soul. He moves his hands down my waist, coming to rest on my butt, gently stroking and squeezing before slowly moving his attention between my parted legs. He strokes the wet spot on my black lace underwear with two fingers, and it rackets up my heart rate, making it pound so loudly in my ears, I can barely hear.

He pushes the fabric to the side, pinching slightly before rubbing his fingers back and forth through my slick. As I start to move my hips, seeking the friction I’m desperate for, I cup his erection, making him release a little hiss. With his free hand, JT pushes a strand of hair out of my eyes and whispers, “You are so beautiful, Lila. You make me want to give you the entire world. I cannot believe how lucky I am.” He shoves two fingers inside me, the rough thrust in direct contrast to the sweet words, and I almost lose myself to this man. I’m gasping for air and trembling. I’ve completely abandoned his erection in its time of need, forced to hold on to his shoulders with both hands or risk losing the ability to stand. I feel like I’m going insane. He adds a third finger, curling them all at the same time, and I moan loudly.

“Talk to me,” he commands. “Tell me what you need.”

I can barely form coherent thoughts, so I let out whatever wants to tumble from my mouth. “You. Counter. It’s all I can think about. All I’ve thought about since it happened.”

“Fuck,” he says, adding his thumb to run circles around my clit. “You are so goddamn perfect.” His voice is reverent, his fingers magical. “But no. I’ve also been thinking about that counter since October, and there is no way I’m going to be quick about it, which means you need to come before we move there.”

He sucks the skin along my collarbone as he presses down on my clit, and my world goes dark before exploding into a wild mass of fireworks. As if there is a sound barrier between us, I hear JT let out a muted “fuuuck.”

“That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced,” he says to me, his warm breath caressing the outside of my ear. We’re both breathing hard, and, as he leans over me, his arms bracing against the door, I can see the visual evidence of just how much JT wants what is coming next. I slide my hands down my dress, pulling it off and throwing it on the floor before doing the same with my now soaking underwear. JT watches me with hooded eyes, his arms never breaking the cage they have me in.

“Your turn,” I say as I drop to my knees and unbuckle his pants. He’s still fully dressed, including a long-sleeved button-down shirt that hugs his chest and brings out the blue in his eyes. How he brought me that much pleasure without even removing an article of clothing is beyond me. As I work on his pants, JT peels his shirt off before stepping out of his shoes, slacks, and briefs all in one smooth motion.

I offer him a sweet smile before cupping his balls and licking up the underside of his cock. His thigh clenches beneath my fingers, and I keep my pace slow, loving on the tip of his dick with my tongue while massaging his balls with my hand. His patience doesn’t last long, and soon his hands are tangled in the hair on the crown of my head, his hips pistoning himself into my mouth. I add my hand to his shaft, increasing the friction, since I can’t take him all the way to the back of my mouth each time. He shoves past my lips, and I gag around him. A feral groan escapes him, his hips moving at a brutal pace.

As he continues to pound into my mouth, I look up at him, taking in the view from down here. The ridges of his abs flex and bend as he moves his hips, his shoulders bunching tighter and tighter as he reaches ever closer to his orgasm. His breathing is ragged, and I’m having a hard time keeping up with his brutal pace. My perusal of his body reaches his face, and I realize his eyes are locked on mine, the usual blue of his irises fully taken over by the midnight black of his blown pupils. He closes his eyes before opening them again, his gaze taking too long to focus as if he’s drunk.

“I need…more,” he says, and in response, I suck in my cheeks, pulling slightly on his balls as I increase the pressure on his cock.

JT explodes into my mouth, and I swallow, doing my best to keep up with his release. He lets go of my hair and uses his thumb to wipe the overflow running from the corners of my mouth, and I slowly pull off him, trailing a line of kisses down his dick as I go.

“Shit, that was good.”

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