Page 106 of Silent Betrayal

A couple of staff members come over to find out what happened and talk to us. Gideon keeps his arm around me the whole time as I lean against his shoulder.

It only takes about five minutes before we’re allowed to leave. “Do you want to go home? I’m sure you’re tired after all of that and want to see everyone?” he asks me when we reach the hotel lobby.

“I always love to see the guys, but I’d still like to go upstairs… If you do?” I ask nervously.

“Seeing me punch him didn’t put you off at all? You’re not scared of me now?” he asks, seeming genuinely worried.

“Gideon, I could never be scared of you. Besides… I’m not sure what it says about me, but seeing you protect me like that… It was really… hot,” I whisper, stepping closer to him.

His eyes spark with heat, and he wastes no time scooping me up and carrying me to the elevator. He doesn’t say anything as he steps inside, pressing the button for the top floor as I lean my head against his chest.

I can feel the tension surrounding us like a physical force. I bite my lower lip and try to rub my legs together to ease some of the ache that’s forming down there.

It feels like it takes forever for the elevator to ping and the doors to open. Gideon practically jogs down to the end of the hall. He’s able to get the door open without setting me down and kicks it shut once we’re inside.

My eyes do a quick scan of the room. I’ve never been in a hotel room before, but it looks really nice. There’s a large bed on one wall, and a couch on the opposing wall, with large windows that give us a view of the city at night.

Gideon kicks off his shoes and sits down on the end of the bed, holding me in his lap. His free hand grazes my hip, then moves up to my waist, then skims the side of my breast before moving up to my neck, where he pulls me close and kisses me.

I try to give as much as I take. Kissing Gideon is like a smoldering fire, it gets hotter and hotter the longer it goes on, until I feel like I willself-combust if I don’t get some release. I whimper with need as his hand squeezes my breast.

Unable to take it any more, I move myself to straddle him without breaking our kiss. He helps me move, grabbing my hips and pulling me tight against him. I try to grind into him unsuccessfully. Reaching down, I find his hard cock trapped against his leg in his boxers.

“Does this hurt?” I whisper as I squeeze it gently.

“Bloody hell, woman. You have no idea,” he grits out before pulling my lips back to his and devouring me.

Blindly, I reach for his pants and, with a bit of work, I’m able to undo his belt and slacks. I shift my hips back a little to make some room as I slip my hand down his pants and help to free his throbbing cock.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans, pressing his forehead against my shoulder. “You have no idea how hard I’ve been for you all night.”

“If you were in pain, you should have told me,” I tell him, gently stroking him and rubbing my thumb around his wet tip.

“Why? What would you have done if I did?”

“That booth had a tablecloth, didn’t it?” I ask with a quirk of my eyebrow.

He lifts his head to read my expression. “You wouldn’t have…”

I shrug. “I guess we’ll never know now.”

“You dirty little minx,” he growls right before grabbing my ass, pulling me to him, and standing up. I have to throw my arms around him for balance, but I’m pleasantly surprised when he tosses me onto my back on the bed.

He quickly strips down naked, letting me peruse his taut body as he stares up and down mine. He grips his cock and squeezes it firmly and I lick my lips when I see the pre-cum dripping from the end.

Quickly moving to my knees, I ask, “can I taste you?”

He groans, dropping his head back. “You’re gonna make me come embarrassingly early if you keep saying things like that.”

“Is that a yes?” I ask, placing my hands on the end of the bed so I’m on all fours as I lean towards him.

“I can’t say no to you, Love.” He holds it out to me, stepping closer as his other hand comes up to rest on the back of my head.

At first, I just lick his tip, but the noise he makes in response has me quickly closing my mouth around him and taking him as deep as I can.

“Fuck!” He grips my hair gently with both hands and starts to thrust in and out of mouth. I don’t know why having him control me like this is so hot, but it is.

After a minute, he moves his hands down to my upper back, and his fingers start to pull my dress up. When he gets the hem in his grasp, he pulls himself out of me and yanks my dress over my head in one swift move.

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