Page 69 of Totally Off Limits

The elevator was so smooth, they could barely feel it as it slid to a stop, but the loudpingannounced that the doors were going to open. Suddenly, Sierra felt a mixture of anxiety and desire warring inside her. Anxious, because this was the very last time, and something deep inside her didn’t want it to end.

Desire…because she wanted Mickey. How could she ever stop wanting him?

It didn’t matter. Her whole damn life had been spent wanting things she could never have. As soon as she finished her master’s, she could get the hell out of this town, away from her family and on her own.

Or she’d end up with Austin.

Whatever her future held, though, Mickey wouldn’t be in it unless she wanted to kiss her family goodbye forever. So she had to enjoy every last second with him, relish their final few moments together.

Stepping outside the elevator, Mickey held the door open with his right arm extended, letting Sierra walk out. And if she’d thought the elevator was opulent, the corridor was a treat. In between each door was an ornate light fixture on the wall, more for decoration than illumination, considering there were brighter ones overhead. There was a beautiful wooden desk with a gorgeous vase at one end of the hallway and a large window on the other.

Her family might have been well off, but Sierra didn’t feel like she belonged here. Not at all.

Mickey didn’t seem to have any such qualms, though. Maybe because he didn’t let shit bother him.

Another reason he was so damned attractive.

Stopping at a room halfway down the hall, Mickey held the keycard up to the doorknob until a tiny LED light flashed green and a softclicksignaled that it was unlocking. Turning the knob, Mickey pushed the door inward, once more letting her walk in first.

The sight nearly took her breath away.

This wasn’t just some hotel room. It looked like an apartment—and not just any apartment. Like a Manhattan penthouse. The décor screamed money, lots of it, but what caught Sierra’s eye was the oversized coffee table in the middle of the living area. The wood was rich and handsome, painstakingly carved in a pattern that demanded her attention.

Soon, though, she was distracted by the overstuffed chairs and sofa, all in white. Her first thought was that a rockstar should never stay in a room with light-colored furniture—and then she thought of times when Mia would run around the house with spaghetti sauce on her little hands before Sierra could take a washcloth to them.

There was no way furniture like this would survive in her home.

Not seconds later, Mickey wrapped his arms around Sierra’s waist again. “What do you think?”

Way too much.

“I don’t want to know what you’re spending on this place.”

Mickey laughed, but she could hear satisfaction in his voice. “We needed a little private time, right?”

Nodding, Sierra turned around, getting on her tiptoes so she could better look him in the eyes. “Looks like we’ve got that.”

As he kissed her with unbridled passion, Sierra felt every muscle on her body grow tense and alert. He said, “I wonder if room service would bring a six-pack.”

Sierra’s grin widened. “I somehow doubt it.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to settle for wine. You wanna call while I jump in the shower?”

It was Sierra’s turn to lead a kiss. Pressing her mouth into his, she parted her lips, teasing his with her tongue while he ran his hands down to her ass, squeezing as he pressed her into his body. When they stopped, she could hardly speak. “I was thinking I’d join you.”

His eyes seemed to grow darker. “Fuck the wine. We can order it later.” With a quick slap on her ass, he grinned, looking as desirous as she felt, and he led her toward the small hallway to the right.

They stepped into a bedroom that was somehow more luxurious feeling than the living area had been. It, too, had a large splash of white with the king-sized bedspread, but it was the details that took her breath away. A huge chandelier loomed, twinkling through crystals dangling from it, and there were French doors with a curtain open enough that Sierra could see the lights of the town shining.

Somehow, the room had old-world charm, all while appearing modern, crisp, and clean.

But nothing here made her sleepy. Quite the opposite.

“You can look at this shit later. C’mon.”

Sierra suppressed another silly grin as Mickey tugged her by the arm. Not surprisingly, though, she was stunned by the bathroom as well. It was big for this sort of room, but that wasn’t what had her attention. First, it was the gigantic mirror over sink and counter, almost the size of a bathtub, framed in a light gold that matched the décor of the rest of the room—earth-toned, but with a sandy, coppery hue, all marble and tile.

It was so lovely, Sierra’s loins cooled for a moment.

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