Page 13 of Cause of Action

When I reached her penthouse, I lightly knocked. The door opened, and she stood there, cocking her head.

“What are you doing here, Roman?”

“I think my wallet fell out on the chair I was sitting in.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t see any wallet lying around.”

“Did you look?” I smirked.

“Fine. Have a look.” She gestured, opening the door fully.

I walked over to the chair I had been sitting in earlier and picked up my wallet, which I had intentionally left.

“Got it.” I held it up before placing it in my pocket.

“Do you expect me to believe it just fell out?” She stood with her arms folded. “I think you left it there on purpose.”

She was good.

“Why would I do that?” I played dumb.

“To use it as an excuse to come back to my suite because you don’t know how to keep your word.”

“That is not true.” I pointed at her. “At least the part that I don’t know how to keep my word.” I smirked. “We’re in paradise. Sex between two single strangers—you are single, right? No guy is waiting for you back in New York?”

“No. No guy is waiting for me back in New York,” she said.

“As I was saying. Sex between two single strangers kind of comes with the territory of being in paradise.”

“Does it now?” She cocked her head.

Walking over, I planted my hands on her hips, leaned in, and pressed my lips against the side of her neck, sliding my tongue up until it reached the tip of her ear. The subtle gasp that escaped her made my already rising cock, rise faster.

“One night, and we never have to see each other again,” I whispered in her ear. “Let me make this trip very memorable for you.”

The next thing I knew, her mouth smashed into mine as she jumped up and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. Carrying her to the bedroom, we fell on the bed. As our kiss deepened, I could taste the sweetness of the champagne she drank with the warmth of our shared breath. My hand traveled up her dress until it reached her lace panties, my fingers pushing them to the side and dipping inside her, taking in the warmth and wetness. The feeling gripped me. I could onlyimagine what it would feel like with my cock buried deep inside.

Her moans heightened as I pulled down one of the straps of her dress, exposing her bare breast and taking it in my mouth. As my fingers explored her, hitting the right spot, she howled out in pleasure. Pulling her dress and panties off, I stared at the gorgeous body lying before me—the body of a goddess I’d wanted so badly since I first saw her. Burying my head between her legs, my mouth grazed her clit, circling it in a teasing and seductive way. Her taste was one I wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

“Stand up,” she said.

I stood in front of the bed as her fingers unbuttoned my pants, and she slid them off my hips. Her hand stroked my hard cock through the fabric of my boxer briefs before she took them down and wrapped her lips around me. Moaning, I threw my head back and took in the intoxicating sensation that ripped through me.

“Fuck, Morgan.” I gripped her head.

The feeling was so intense. If I didn’t want to fuck her, I wouldn’t have stopped her. Pulling her mouth from me, I rolled on the condom and hovered over her. Wrapping her leg around me just right, she rolled me on my back and climbed on top, surprising the hell out of me. This woman liked to be in control as much as I did. My hands gripped her hips as my cock slipped inside, inch by inch, making my toes curl. She liked to ride hard, which pleased me in more ways than one. My hands moved from her hips, groping her beautiful breasts and taking her hardened peaks between my fingers. Our erratic moans filled the room with pleasure. Her body orgasmed, and her nails dug into my chest. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Letting out a deep groan, I exploded inside her.

With a smile, she climbed off me and rolled onto her back, turning her head and staring at me.

“That was—was, ah?—”

“Incredible?” A smile crossed her lips.

“Yes. Incredible.” I reached over and took a few strands of her hair between my fingers.

“It was.” She patted my chest and climbed out of bed. “I’m going to take a shower.” She went into the bathroom.

I sat up, removed the condom, and threw it into the trash can next to the bed. Glancing over at the dresser, I saw her passport. Opening it, I stared at her picture and name, but what quickly caught my attention was her birthplace: Los Angeles, California. Grabbing my phone, I took a picture of it. I quickly climbed back into bed when I heard the shower turn off.

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