Page 10 of Come Inside

His one hand holding my dress down and his other securing me in place.

“This wasn’t what I had in mind!” I objected, trying to wriggle free.

He ignored me, walking a single block before pausing in front of a hotel. “Lucky I was staying nearby.” He cast his attention left and right. “Someone has been following you,” he murmured the words before walking into the hotel.

My irritation shifted to unease. It was hard to see anything other than Mateo’s glorious ass as he walked us to the elevator, but his words were breaking through my drunken stupor.

Is it my stalker? Someone else? What if by being with Mateo he ends up involved?Anxiety prickled across my skin at the thought as Mateo stepped inside the elevator.

I was thankful to see the elevator’s interior wasn’t reflective.

I didn’t want to even imagine what I looked like at this point. My messy hair, the rolls on my stomach pushing out the sheer fabric of the dress, the scars on my legs on full display.

“Can you let me down now please? This isn’t the most comfortable.”

He obliged. Sort of. Instead he lifted me so he was holding me up and forced me to wrap my legs around him. With the shortness of the dress, my cunt rubbed against him. Only a thin layer of silky material separating me from his jeans.

He grunted at the contact.

I could barely manage to get my legs around him as I used my arms to encircle his neck.

My eyes found his. “This works.”

His face was an impenetrable mask, but his eyes were swirling with emotion.

Lust, excitement,adoration.

The elevator dinged and he walked us off; his attention torn between me and where we were going.

Only a few more steps and we were in a room.

I could tell Mateo appreciated my body, that he was impressed with what he saw. It was why being wrapped around this behemoth of a man made me feel so powerful, wanted, andhorny. I wanted nothing more than to end my dry spell with him whether it was a good idea or not. I needed to let loose.

I deserved it.

Once he had the door shut, I yanked his head down, pressing my lips to his.

I could tell that I was drunk as fuck, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of this man, of whatever he had to offer.

I wanted to fuck him and get it out of my system.

Pushing my tongue into his mouth, he allowed me to take control.

I lost myself for a moment in the feel of his hand under the curve of my ass holding me compressed to him. Of his other hand tangled in my hair as we consumed each other.

But when it was time to pull apart, I made the mistake of glancing around.

My eyes landed on the TV’s black screen. Of my reflection.

My wild hair, my chubby cheeks, my arms falling out of the dress sleeves.

He wasn’t expecting me to jump off him as I tumbled back onto the ground with anumph, but I didn’t pause.

Finding my destination, I made my way to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door shut behind me.

It was time to puke up anything that was left in my stomach.

Chapter 7

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