Page 19 of Heartbreaker

Muchlater.

Because now I’m focused on escorting her into the hotel…and up to her room.

I slip John a hundred, then give another to the staff member holding the back door open, and we get into the freight elevator, hit the button for her floor.

She’s leaning heavily against me, her lips swollen and those cheeks still flushed, her body trembling as we ascend. Both of us are silent as we listen to the elevator move, as we wait for the doors to open.

Finally, after what seems like a fucking eternity, they slide open with a soft screech.

We step off and head down the hall.

“I need?—”

I dig out the keycard from her purse, pass it over.

She takes it, swipes it over the keypad, and I push the heavy panel inward, holding it for her to walk in before me, my eyes drifting to those miles and miles of bare skin, the hem of her dress and my jacket flirting with her the underside of her ass.

I need them off her.

I needher.

I allow the door to swing shut, flick the deadbolt, and turn back to her…

“Get naked.”

CHAPTER SIX

Jade

The timbreof his voice as he tells me to “Get naked” makes my insides flood with desire.

The memory of what we did in the car sends me right back into a state of arousal, and that says something because my sexual appetite is pretty small. Almost non-existent. I enjoy an orgasm as much as anyone, but I prefer them to be self-induced. The fact that Royal could do what he did, and elicit that much of a reaction from me, is pretty freakin’ amazing.

And I want more.

So I let my dress fall to the floor and step out of it.

That leaves me in nothing but my super push-up bra and matching lace thong panties.

“Fuck. Me. You’re breathtaking.”

His voice is low, growly, and probably the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Now put your hands on the wall and show me what a good girl you are.”

I comply like someone else is controlling me—why am I putting my hands on the wall?!—because I move quickly.

Seriously, why does my vagina love that demanding tone so much?

“Oh, this is nice,” I murmur as I feel him behind me even though he hasn’t touched me yet.

Heat. A tiny rush of air as he moves. The rustle of clothing.

A slight tickle from his hair as he leans close.

“It’s going to turn not-so-nice in a minute—are you ready for me, baby?”

All I can do is nod because I’m incapable of sound at the moment.

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